“What the fuck?” said the body of Steve in a soft whisper. “Where am I? What... what the fuck happened to my body?”
“Shit!” yelled the body of Megan. “This ain't my body! What's going on?”
“Shut up, just shut up all of you!” shouted Janet. “Lemme think a second... hey, none of you are in the right bodies?”
The bodies of Megan, Steve, and Alan silently nodded.
“Okay, one at a time then,” barked Janet, in an authoritative, commanding voice. “Who are you?”
“I'm Sheena Richards,” said the body of Steve.
“Shit!” laughed Janet's body. “That's what I thought. I'm Chien. And the other two of you must be...”
“I'm Delora,” mumbled Alan's body.
“And I'm Rocky!” growled Megan's body.
“How'd we become these people?” Chien spat with disgust looking down at his flabby breasts and wide, fat hips and thighs. “Where the fuck are we, anyways?”
“Some dumpy shit hole,” said Sheena.
“I want my fucking body back!” roared Rocky. “Look at me – I'm a damn kid again! And a little girl. This ain't right!”
“I... I... I think I know where we are,” said Delora, her softly whispered words a strange counterpoint to Alan's masculine voice.
“Well, share with the rest of us then!” snapped Sheena.
“You guys all know about that weird haunted house,” said Delora. “The one way outside of town, past the airport and on the other side of that abandoned graveyard.”
The other three were suddenly speechless.
“I've been in this house once before,” said Delora. “It was a couple years ago. Me and some friends came out here to practice some Wicca rituals, but... well... something in this place scared us off.”
“I've heard stories about that house,” said Chien. “My uncle says there are evil spirits in that place.”
“Evil spirits?” laughed Rocky. “There ain't no such thing.”
“Look at yourself lately, Rocky?” asked Chien. “You weren't a twelve-year old girl a couple minutes ago. Shit, man – don't be so dumb! There's evil spirits here or we'd still be in our right bodies.”
“So what do we do now, mister smart guy?” asked Rocky. “How do we get our bodies back?”
“Who says we need to?” said Sheena with a strange smile. “Or at least what's the hurry?”
“What're you talking about Sheena?” asked Delora.
“Oh, just call me... 'Steve Donaldson,'” answered Sheena, rummaging through Steve's wallet. “And let's see... I got an adult ID and a fat stack of credit cards. I say let's go party – drinks are on me!”