The classy blond's body stood there unsteadily on her heels, suddenly off balance. Atop her graceful neck, where once had been a very pretty woman's head topped with blond hair, now sat a very different, very confused head. That head was instantly recognizable to Jason.
"Grandpa Joe?" Jason whispered with equal parts awe, wonderment, horror, and confusion. His Grandpa Joe's familiar, elderly male head had inexplicably replaced the lovely woman's own cranium and now stood before him apparently firmly attached to her body.
The old man's familiar wrinkled features, big, bushy white mustache, bi-focal glasses, and balding white hair were unmistakable. Grandpa Joe stood there with his mouth hanging wide open, apparently frozen in shock. He looked down at a pair of unfamiliar arms and hands outstretched before him; the thin fingers and red painted nails totally alien to his experience. He felt the cool air of the mall on his new nylon encased legs. The strange new center of gravity he was experiencing caused him to look down at the tits that were now his. He was just about to grab them when he looked up and around, desperate for some kind of explanation for how he could possibly be experiencing what he was experiencing now.
Squinting as he adjusted his glasses, Grandpa Joe spotted Jason. "Jason lad...is that you?!?! What in perdition is going on here?!?!?" he shouted to Jason as he nearly tripped on the blond woman's high heels.
Jason looked around at the other people in the mall and jewelry store, they seemed...
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