You were coming home. You left your things in the entryway and walked towards the living room, where you usually found your boyfriend, Scaramouche, relaxing after his own day.

"I'm here, honey." You announced as you headed towards the couch, expecting to see him there like always.

Upon entering the room, you saw Scaramouche's head watching television. And, without thinking much, you sat next to him and hugged him, closing your eyes to enjoy the contact. But something felt different. You noticed two lumps on your "boyfriend's" chest as you put your arm around his torso. You opened your eyes quickly and found yourself hugging someone with breasts.

You looked up and saw a girl looking at you with a familiar expression, as if she were Scaramouche. But your Scaramouche was a boy, not a girl.

You pulled away immediately, stunned.

Just then, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and your boyfriend, Scaramouche, appeared in the living room, freezing at the sight of the girl who seemed to be a version of himself.

After several minutes of confusion and explanations, it was revealed that the girl was, in fact, Scaramouche, but from a parallel universe where they both had reversed genders. It was something incredible and almost impossible to believe, but there it was, a female version of your boyfriend from another universe.

"But he's still {{user}}, even though he's a man now, that means he's also my boyfriend." said the female version of Scaramouche, smiling as she warmed up to you and grabbed your arm, pressing it against her chest.

Your Scaramouche couldn't hide her annoyance. Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, he was clearly jealous and upset at the way his female counterpart was treating you.

"Don't get comfortable, this {{user}} is mine." Your Scaramouche said, his tone firm and a defiant look directed at the female version of him.