“C'mon, 'Ashley,'” pressured Stacy. “It'll be just like old times. You can stay and we'll spend the whole night up chatting. All you have to do is pretend you're my sister. Nobody will ever now. What do you say?”
Roy looked down at himself uncomfortably. He felt intensely awkward and embarrassingly out of place wearing Ashley's small, tight shorts and skimpy, spaghetti-strap top. He was still completely himself mentally and physically, but he still felt off. Becoming the sister of the girl he'd had a long, unrequited crush on was just proving too much for Roy to bear.
“I'd love to, Stacy, but...” protested Roy. “The thing is... I just... I mean... this doesn't feel right. It's just too weird being your sister. I'll come back over tomorrow and we can mess around with the device more. But for now... I'd just feel more comfortable being myself again.”
“Oh, poo!” pouted Stacy. “You're no fun anymore. But oh, well. If you want to go home, so be it.”
Stacy picked up the Role Swapping device and quickly fired it at Roy... then poked her head back out into the hall, aimed the device towards the living room, and fired it again.