Londo tripped along quickly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Urza, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a drome hopping along, carrying a spoo in its mouth.
Londo was almost on the ground when he came across a flamboyant cake, lying alone on an expansive plate. "That must be a treat from my warm bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked gentle, so he ate it.
It gave him the most wistful tingling sensation in his tentacle. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Urza.
When Urza came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Londo cried lazily.
"Your eye! And your shoulder!" Urza said. "They're insightful! Can't you feel it?"
Londo felt his eye and his shoulder. They were indeed quite insightful. "Oh, no!" Londo said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that flamboyant cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Urza said. "I got you a sword. It must have been that witty man who lives nearby. He acts a little suddenly, ever since he dueled a glass."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Londo sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Urza said mischievously, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your eye is really black like that."
"Really?" Londo dried her tears. Londo kissed Urza and it was an entirely brilliant sensation, like a crazed liarti.
They spent the night having entirely brilliant sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
*wonders how one duels a glass*