You decide you want to get your hair back. Switching with this guy might change your hairstyle a bit, but at least you'll be mostly back to normal. Maybe you'll get lucky and get a bit of extra muscle too. You close your eyes, thinking intently about the handsome man, and as you go to kiss the ring, you're bumped on the shoulder. Your eyes pop open in reaction. The janitor is trying to walk by, and as your lips close the distance with the ring, you can't help noticing him.
He is a pretty big man to be working in a gym. In width, but also in height. You can't see his face since he is turned. However, you can see his love handles and his wide butt that fills his uniform tightly. He too is balding, something the two of you have in common. Dark hairs curl out of the back of his shirt, which has a sweat stain on the back.
Before you can process what has happened, someone has slapped you on the chest. At least, that's what you think at first. Your pecs, or at least what used to be your pecs, had swung back against your chest with a thwack. You looked down at your chest, and saw two flabby man boobs hanging limply, still jiggling a little with the contact and your movement. Covering them was a wave of dark blond hair (your natural color). Each hair is thin but there are tons of them, giving your chest a downy appearance. It is mostly stuck to your skin with the sweat from your workout. You hand raises to your head, but you can already feel that you are not lucky enough to have gotten your hair back. Maybe you have less. Your arm in front of your face is hairy too, many wispy hairs now covering it all the way up to your exposed shoulder. Shit. Was "hair" not specific enough? Did you trade all of it? You lick your lips nervously and recoil slightly when bristly hair touches your tongue. Do you have a beard now too? You want badly to look in a mirror but the janitor has abruptly stopped his cart and is looking down at himself. You hurry out of the room, quickly sliding your wifebeater over your sagging midsection. Sweat is already creating a darkening triangle in the middle of the white tank top.
Thankfully the other gym members have mostly left the locker room, and those who remain don't notice you leave. You forgot your hat, but there's no going back for it now. You call a cab as you leave, and notice that the front desk clerk gives you a strange look before collecting himself and ignoring you. "Can't be," he mutters to himself. "It definitely can," you think to yourself sadly, hopping in your cab. "Where to?" the driver asks?