The first animal Thomas saw when he stepped out of his bedroom wasn't exactly the kind of animal Damon was talking about when he spoke to the genie. Instead it was a tall, thin specimen of homo sapiens with captivating brown eyes and glistening, wavy black hair.
"So are you ready for dinner sweetie?" asked the smiling woman with a soft undertone of flirtatiousness. "I'm so excited about our reservation, it's so fancy. Although I'm a little surprised you're not wearing a tuxedo..." she leaned in closer and caressed Thomas's rock-hard abs through his paper-thin T-shirt, "...not that I mind."
"Hehe, I'm excited for our reservation, too, Monica," answered Thomas with a foxy smirk. "In fact, I'm already looking forward to dessert."
All at once Thomas found himself no longer looking at Monica but instead looking at his own blushing face. Monica felt a hand on her belly, which felt much different, firmer somehow, as she gazed into what she now realized to be her very own brown eyes. They both screamed.
"AAAH! Make it stop, Thomas!"
"AAAH! What happened to me Monica? I'M YOU!"
"I CAN SEE THAT!"
They rubbed their own and each other's bodies up and down in just about every way imaginable, trying to think of some way to disprove what was going on. All they felt were their own bodies from the outside--and each other's bodies from the inside!
"Let's just try to calm down, Monica. This isn't the kind of thing that actually happens. It's probably just a dream."
"It doesn't feel like a dream..."
"But what could we possibly do about it?"
"I don't know. This is bad, Thomas, ... What do you think even happened to us?"
"Heck if I know."
"You don't think you're neighbor did this, do you? You told like me she was all up into that witchcraft shit, you know."
"Maybe we should check. You don't think this is Damon's revenge somehow, do you?"
"How would my scrawny little oblivious ex-boyfriend have made us switch bodies?"
"I guess you're right. You are sure he didn't make anything like this happen before?"
"Do I look like I've seen like this happen before? [Sigh] We do have to figure out something, though."
"... Just to double-check, this would totally be an inappropriate time for sex, right?"
Monica rolled Thomas's eyes.
"Yes, Thomas, it would. Now grab my purse and let's go."