...a pair of massive, brown, corduroy breasts, blocking all vision of his lower body.
"...huh..." Jamal said, brain still very foggy.
Jamal leaned forward further, trying to see past them, and lost his balance.
His hand shot to his desk instinctively, hitting the wooden tabletop with a heavy *CLANG!*
His arms and hands had become a series of malliable metal pipes, with the armrests themselves covering his elbows. As he flexed his left arm, the foam deformed around the joint.
Jamal exhaled. "This... Is strange."
Carefully, he tried lifting his right leg to inspect it, bracing himself on the desk. Each of his feet had morphed into a small, wheeled base, with five branches sticking out in a circle, with his legs and ankles serving as the telescopic shaft. His hips were wide, with a crotch sharing genitals, like with Gemal.
After setting his leg back down, Jamal skated over to his bedroom mirror to get a better look at himself.
His head was covered with the same rough fabric as his torso. Like his arms, his neck had become a metal pipe, although its range of motion was more limited.
Attached to the top of his fabric-covered torso were the aforementioned breasts. They were cartoonishly large; so much so that they hung down past his belly button, carrying on towards his fully-equipped crotch. He hefted one experimentally, expecting it to be at least vaguely heavy, but it felt more like lifting a beanbag chair.
After examining them, Jamal voiced a confused thought.
"...wait... What happened to Deena? Shouldn't I be thinking I'm... Jameena or something?"
At that, a torrent of foreign memories flooded Jamal's consciousness, as if they'd just been waiting for him to ask. He sank down, clutching his head as the contents of Deena's mind were dumped into his own.
Multiple lives flashed before his eyes... Starting with Deena's early memories, then joined by his own.
Surreally, he remembered jumping on his mom's bed when he was 3, going to school for the first time, getting yelled at about failing a test in 6th grade; and accidentally walking in on Deena sexting her boyfriend last week, all from both his and her perspectives at the same time.
As the torrent of bizarre memories subsided, Jamal sat up, still woozy from the impossible experience.