Zack slowly walked through the hallways of the mansion, his mind struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The weight of his new breasts—breasts!—on his chest felt incredibly strange….but worryingly, was increasingly starting to feel all too normal to her….err, him.
Zoe knew he had to find his friends. Had to figure out what was going on. Had to clean this room. She sauntered into one of the mansion’s living rooms, a feather duster firmly clinched in her hand. And where did that come from? Zack thought to himself. His mind felt like it was caught in a tornado, and she was struggling to keep thinking of herself as the guy she knew she was.
Zoe bustled around the room, humming to herself softly as she worked. It felt so normal to be working like this. So right. What was she worrying about, anyway? This was totally fine—
“Miss Zoe?”
Zack let out an entirely feminine squeal of surprise and spun around to find a man standing in the room. There was no way he could have entered the room without him noticing; the room only had one entry, and Zack was sure he would have noticed someone sneaking in behind him.
There was also the fact that the man was transparent.
Oh, you had to look hard to be able to tell; he seemed perfectly ordinary for the most part. But if you stared just right you could look right through him. Terrified, Zack was frozen to the spot. His mind felt clear all of a sudden as he stared at the…ghost?
The ghost appeared to be a man in his mid to late thirties, with dark hair and slight stubble. “My, you turned out pretty, Zoe.” He says with a slow smile. “I wonder if your friends will turn out just as beautiful.”
Against his will, Zack found himself blushing. “Thank you, sir.” He chirped, and then paused, shocked at the hint of a French accent in his voice. Zack had never been to France; the only place he’d even seen France was on TV or in a movie. Why was he talking like this? Nervously he began playing with a strand of his brunette hair.
“Relax, Zoe.” The ghost said. “You are exactly where you are supposed to be, doing exactly what you are supposed to be doing.” He slowly began to fade out of sight, leaving Zack standing in the room, trembling. Slowly, he set back to work, cleaning once more.
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