“So... are we, like, stuck this way now?” asked Vanessa, trapped in Steve's middle-aged, male body. “Where'd the old dude go?”
“He left,” growled Jack, trapped in the pre-teen body of Megan. “With the boy, the fat broad, and the old lady... or at least with their bodies. And now I'm some little girl!”
“Watch it!” growled Megan in a dark, menacing growl. She was now trapped in Jack's old body. “I'm not a 'little girl' buster!”
“No,” giggled Jack. “You're a wanted felon. They catch you, they'll put you straight away on death row. Baby doll, you done some bad, bad things. Huh... maybe getting trapped in your girly little bod wasn't such a bad thing after all.”
“Ooog, Akk Akk, Akk!” screamed Janet furiously. Although unable to communicate with the others, she still understood every word that was being said. It frustrated her immensely to see her daughter stuck in such an awful situation.
Steve meanwhile stood silently fixated on his own big, bouncy breasts. He only looked up occasionally to cast a lustful glance at Vanessa or Megan – the only human, male bodies currently in the room. Then immediately embarrassed by his own naughty thoughts, he'd blush and go back to staring down at his boobs again.
After a moment or two of awkward silence, Vanessa finally spoke up again.
“I can't go back to my pimp like this,” she said. “And you guys prolly can't... like... go back to your old lives neither. So... what do we do?”
“I want my old body back,” moaned Megan, striking an oddly feminine pouting pose in Jack's big, muscular body.
“Sorry chicky!” laughed Jack. “I couldn't give it back to you even if I wanted to. But it seems to me we got two choices here. We live the lives of these bodies, which means the hooker and me go to the suburbs and live as 'daddy and daughter' while the rest of you go back to turning tricks, running from the law, and... and... flinging shit at other monkeys in the zoo.”
Again Janet screamed a guttural string of incomprehensible gibberish at the body of her twelve-year old daughter.
“Yeah, same to you, monkey mom!” laughed Jack. “Or the other option is we band together, track down professor chrome-dome, and make him change us back... or at least make that miserable piece of shit mad scientist pay for what he done to us.”
Jack flashed a chilling, murderous grin with Megan's small, braces-filled mouth.
Megan, in Jack's body, felt her own blood boil and admitted silently to herself that she'd love to brutally torture and kill Professor Von Strasser now. Something about inhabiting Jack's body was making her turn darkly violent. Yet Jack (in Megan's body) still seemed pretty violent himself. Would that start changing the longer they stayed this way?
“So what's it gonna be, gang?” asked Jack. “Cuz, I can go either way. Quiet life in suburbia, or the thrill of the hunt!”