You saw Dan lose his balance and give an absolutely perplexed look.
"What the--" he blinked repeatedly. "J-john?"
"Stacy, is that you?" You stare.
"Yeah, of course i--" Stacy reaches to brush her hair out of her face, but it was black? "What the fuck??" She looks down and sees herself in a stained navy blue tee, gym shorts, and flip flops. Bending down her neck made it all to apparent what her situation was. Even the act of looking down moved her new skeleton completely differently. Her figure was completely different. Her bust, her breasts, even down to her feet were replaced with some tan, male body!
You started laughing your ass off. "Who's crazy now, sis? Or should I say bro?"
"The bowl!??" She couldn't believe it actually worked. "Who.. who am I, John" She panicked, tightly grabbing your shoulder. "Who the fuck am I, John!?"
"Ew, gross!" You shove her new skinny, tan male arms off of you. "Get off-a me, Da Kreepo!"
Stacy gasped in utter shock. You give another hearty laugh and WHAM. She punches you in the face. "You Asshole!!" she cries. You become dizzy yourself and drop the bowl.
She picks up the bowl and dashes off towards her body, her untied messy black hair slapping her face over and over again. You try to recover, "Ugh, wait up Kreepo..."
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