Meanwhile, across town Tiffany was screaming in panic. She had suddenly found herself thrust into the life of some utterly random man. She was in a bathroom with only a terrycloth robe wrapped around her waist, her breasts dangled freely jiggling back and forth in the hot, steamy air. Apparently she had just finished showering? She wiped a bit of the foggy mist off the bathroom mirror and saw her own normal body, but dressed like a man just getting out of the shower. Also, her fiery red hair was now trimmed in a very short, unattractive buzz cut. And was that a five o'clock shadow of facial hair stubble across her face? Impossible!
Just then, a strange blond woman entered the bathroom without knocking.
"Done with your shower already Tiffany?" she said, wrapping her arms around Tiffany and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Tiffany was dumbfounded and speechless.
"You haven't shaved yet!" said the woman, in a gesture of mock pouting. "You know I hate kissing my man when his face gets all weedy and scratchy like that. Call me when you're done shaving, honey! I'm feeling frisky and you sure are looking good, you hunky stud of a man."
She slapped Tiffany on the butt and abruptly left the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" Tiffany asked the reflection in the mirror.
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