WereWoman by Piers Anthony

a tornado. I couldn’t miss it.”
    â€œThe love of Witches generally doesn’t last long,” Syd said. “Now Phil knows where he can go when the Witch fades.”
    â€œI do indeed,” I said. Already I could see a future with Molly. “Meanwhile, I have to solve this murder.”
    â€œI know. Bear was a great guy. My roommate Queue knew him too.”
    â€œRoommate?”
    â€œI needed a place to stay, and she had room. Weres look out for Weres.”
    â€œShe knew Bear? I never heard of her.”
    â€œShe told me she met him about six months ago in Oto’s dojo. They worked out together. They were casual friends. That was all there was to it. He wasn’t one to make moves on girls.”
    I sighed. “I had better check Queue, just to be sure. Can you ask her to come see me?”
    â€œYou can check her now. She’s waiting for me in her car.”
    That was how she had gotten here so quickly. “Okay. Bring her in.”
    Queue turned out to be a tall, buxom, black-haired black-eyed woman, pretty and self-possessed. Her midnight tresses contrasted with Molly’s curly brown hair, being luxuriously waist length.
    We shook hands. “I’m Phil Were, investigating a murder.”
    â€œQueue Were. Molly said I might be a suspect.”
    â€œIt’s a technical thing. We are checking out all of Bear’s closer acquaintances.”
    â€œWe weren’t close. Oh, I suppose we could have been, as he was a good man, but he was locked in.” She glanced briefly at Syd, signaling that she knew the lock.
    â€œI need to see you Change.”
    â€œThe hell! I’m not exposing my body to a stranger.”
    â€œIt’s that my secondary is to read a person when he invokes his Name. I can tell guilt or innocence. You could start your Change in clothing, and reverse it soon.”
    â€œI reversed mine,” Molly said.
    Queue surveyed me speculatively. “Like a lie detector. You tune in on the Name because that’s the very essence of a person’s magic.”
    â€œSomething like that,” I agreed.
    â€œI’ve got reason to keep my clothing on. I’m unusual. I’m a WereMan.”
    I thought I had misheard. “A what?”
    â€œA WereMan. I Change into a man, complete with genitalia. It can freak folk out.”
    â€œI’m a WereWoman!” I said.
    â€œYou’re like me! Only reversed.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œTell me: when you Change, are you male or female inside?”
    â€œI’m a man in a woman’s body. So I don’t do it often; it’s not comfortable.”
    â€œAnd I’m a woman in a man’s body. Same situation. I don’t sexually hunger for women in either form.”
    I nodded, understanding perfectly.
    â€œShe’s a better match for you than I am,” Molly said sadly.
    â€œYou assume I want him,” Queue said. “I’m not looking for romance with anyone. Not since my boyfriend dumped me three months ago.”
    â€œYou’re still hurting,” Syd said wisely.
    â€œYes. These things take time.”
    â€œNow about the verification,” I said.
    â€œAh, yes. That. I’ll make you this deal: I’ll strip and Change if you do too. So if it’s awkward, we’ll both be similarly embarrassed. Is that a fair compromise?”
    Was she really a WereMan? I wanted to verify that too. In fact I was overwhelmingly curious about this aspect, so similar to my own. “Deal,” I agreed.
    The two of us faced each other and stripped, while Syd and Molly sat watching. Queue was a luscious creature, generous in breast and buttock. I did start to get an erection, but quickly progressed with my Change so that there was nothing to erect. Meanwhile she shifted, her breasts flattening into chest and upper arm muscle, her bottom condensing, her groin growing a fair sized phallus. She was definitely a man in form.
    The point of this was