Exactly a week later, Dylan returned to the house of Medea.
"Good," said Aranince. "You're here."
"We had a deal."
"Yes, indeed."
Aranince lead Dylan inside.
"Stand here," Medea said. "The samples I want will only take a moment to collect."
Dylan stood where she was directed. Medea put her hand just below Dylan's stomach. She mumbled a few words, and a vial she was holding with her free hand suddenly filled up. Dylan gave a little gasp at the unexpected pain.
"Done," Medea said. "The pain is only momentary. Now, to make you a man again..."
Medea turned to her workbench and picked up her preparation. She put pressed a small bundle of something into Dylan's hand.
"What's this?"
"Shush!"
Medea waited a few moments, then placed her hands over his. Again with the mumbling. Dylan rolled his eyes, but then he caught sight of his hands. No longer sleek and feminine, they were now calloused and worn, like any man's hands. he felt his shoulders broadening, and his chest recinding. His legs expanded.
Medea pulled away, and Dylan opened his had. The bundle was gone.
"There, you are man again. Now, just the sperm sample..."
Dylan nodded vaugely, too joyful about his return to manhood to care.
"Curses!" Medea said. "It is as I feared."
"Your magic took his fertility away again?" Aranince inquired.
"Yes," she sighed. "Mores the pity."
"But... our deal is concluded now, yes? You have the samples you wanted?'
"Yes, yes, you may go," Medea sighed, waving him away. "Just don't go running off to kill Friday straight away. She might turn you into a girl again, and you'd have to come back."
Dylan paused.
"It's not permanent?"
"What? No, of course not. That was not what we bargained for."
"Our business is concluded," Aranince added. "You have what you want, we have what we want."
Dylan pushed past Aranince.
"Is there a way to make it permanent?"
Aranince smirked from behind Dylan. This was what they wanted.
"Yes, but it will require a return to the bargaining table," Medea replied.
"So what do you want?"
Medea looked at Dylan, a slight smile on her face.
"I want for you to get another male vampire, and have Friday turn him into a girl, and bring him to me - alive."
"What?" Dylan frowned. "Whatever for?"
"That is not your concern. Do we have a deal?"
Dylan didn't even hesitate:
"Anything to stop that bitch from making me a girl again."
"Good."
And on that note, Dylan departed, leaving Medea and Aranince looking very much like cats who swallowed a whole aviary of canaries.