Suddenly Steve found himself transported across the room and looking back at his own body standing there with the rest of his family.
“What the hell?” he said in a high pitched, croaking voice. “I'm an old lady!”
Steve looked down at his new body in horror. He was now a short, wrinkled, old woman dressed in tattered rags.
“You stole my body!” he called out in a withered, old lady voice.
Steve's old body smiled broadly and laughed.
“Yes, I did,” said the old witch, now inhabiting Steve's former form. “I've been trapped here in the House of Doom for over a century. Until you fools stumbled in here and gave me the opportunity to escape. I'd rather have wound up in the body of the woman or the girl. But the spell to allow me to escape simply didn't afford me that possibility. So you and I switched at random, big fella! Hope you enjoy remaining here for the rest of your days. You're now the cursed old witch of the House of Doom. And I'm...?”
“Steve Donaldson,” said Janet in a dull, robotic voice. “You are my loving husband.”
“Yes,” added Alan in the same hypnotized, monotone voice. “You are my father and role model.”
“Yes,” chimed in Megan, sounding equally mesmerized by the witch's magic. “Daddy, let us leave this place and return to our home.”
“You see, old woman!” laughed the witch. “I am Steve Donaldson, and my lovely family accepts me as their new husband and father. Enjoy your new existence!”
Steve watched as his body led the family out the front door.
“Wait!” he croaked, running after them. But a strange, impenetrable force field at the front door seemed to block his progress. “What's happening? Why can't I go out? Don't leave me here like this! Give me back my life!”