I didn't even have time to react, when there was a knock at the front door. Too dazed by what I'd seen already, I opened it. I should've been too numb to react to what I saw, but I wasn't.
There was Mrs. Roomer from down the street. She was the mother of Zooey, a girl I sat next to in my biology class. Mrs. Roomer was in her early middle-age, still quite attractive, with short red hair and a nice body.
Except now, that body, from below the torso, was a kangaroo's body. She also had the paws of a kangaroo instead of hands.
But, the biggest weird-out of all for me was that, sticking from Mrs. Roomer's pouch, was the head of Zooey.
"Joe," said Zooey. "Please. I'm sorry about last night. But please. Undo this!"