"Right then, lets try this again shall we?" Mortie chuckled, as he moved the sections of the boxes around on their retractable wheels, he then flipped them vertically again and opened them up.
Tyler hands immediately went to his mid-section and when he felt the material of his t-shirt and the familiar bulge in his jeans he breathed a sigh of relief. When he stepped out of the box though he almost broke his neck, Maya's feet...perched in her 3-inch stiletto heeled strappy sandals...were now attached to his legs.
"What the fuc....?" Tyler began to exclaim, before Mortie cut him off...
"Please, no cursing on stage!" he said, as he raised a finger to his mouth.
"Jesus Christ, my feet!" a shocked Maya exclaimed, looking down at her man-sized feet wearing Tyler's socks and well-worn sneakers.
"Change us back you freak!" Tyler demanded of Mortie, who was standing there with his arms folded and chuckling as he raised an eye brow.
"It looks to me like you're the freak young man" Mortie muttered in reply, "now do try to be careful, it looks like this young lady's choice of footwear might be hazardous for you" he grinned. Tyler just looked down with a mixture of shock and amazement at his slender ebony feet with their manicured nails, fitted snugly in the strappy stiletto sandals he now wore.
Tyler could only wonder what Mortie planned to do with him and Maya next, was he going to....
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