Tim blinked and looked around with confusion.
He was no longer in Paul's attic.
Instead he was standing in one of the downstairs bedrooms of the Hodgson home. The walls were a cheerful yellow color and plastered with staple-scarred posters taken from the pages of various teen magazines. The floor was a cluttered mess, strewn with girls clothes tossed every which way – blouses and tops, skirts and jeans, shoes and socks.
Tim gulped nervously and looked down at himself, already expecting the worse.
He was still physically himself, but was now dressed in the clothes of Paul's sister Amy, a senior at high school. He was now wearing a blue, spaghetti-strap tank top, a denim skirt, and a pair of wedge-heeled sandals. His toenails were painted baby pink... and his fingernails had somehow lengthened out and were painted a matching color.
Tim could feel his previously short hair had sprouted out and was now held as a ponytail by a scrunchy. He also realized his ears were now pierced and long, dangling gold hoops hung from them.
In a panic, Tim rushed towards the floor-length mirror hanging behind Amy's bedroom door. But when he gazed at the mirror, Tim saw the perfect reflection of Amy Hodgson – a blue-eyed, blonde goddess by the standards of any high school boy.
Confused, Tim looked back down at himself: his chest was flat and his body looked very much male... although he did note that his legs were now shaved smooth.
Looking back at his reflection, Tim saw the image of Amy Hodgson, mimicking his every move. And the image in the mirror was very much female, with a large, bountifully rounded chest.
“This isn't really happening,” Tim said softly.