"Have you tried using this on someone else yet?" Paul questions. You stare blankly. "Of course, that's how it works." Paul rolls his eyes. "No, like... can I use it on you, dude? Can I do you and someone else?" You're surprised by this suggestion - the thought hadn't occurred to you. "I'm not sure. I only tried it once and the package didn't say anything about that." Paul says, "Well, let me try something then..." You want to protest, but there's no point. It's only fair after Paul's involuntary switch this morning, and you don't want to upset him while he's wearing the ring. Plus, if you're being honest, you find the cop in front of you very sexy. Paul considers for a moment, then kisses the ring.
You don't feel anything. Paul turns to look at you, and his mouth is a circle of surprise. You look down. The first thing you notice is that your clothes are different. You're wearing a police uniform now. "I wanted to try switching something like a job," Paul explains, "but... dude." You go to touch the badge on your shirt and notice your hand is paler. You look up at the cop. He has blond hair now, and a complexion like yours used to be; fair, but not this pale. His face is maybe a little different too, but not much. He hasn't seemed to notice yet. And if he was blond, does that mean you switched... what, heritage? Are you Irish or whatever now? The curly hairs running up your arm into the sleeve of your uniform are a rusty red. You run your fingers through them, taking this development in. A scream brings your attention back to the current moment. The cop has noticed he's gone through some changes and is grabbing himself in shock. You're not sure how much he's noticed, but you don't want to be included in that list. "Come on," you say to Paul, grabbing him by the arm. "Let's go." You walk away from the park with the fur on your chest bristling against the stiff cotton of your uniform.