You feel like you're in heaven. Bruno really knows his stuff. Your flesh is like putty in his hands. Or clay--a lot like clay. Suddenly, Bruno lifts you off the table and plops you down a spinning disk. It's a pottery wheel and as his thumbs spread you open you find yourself being reshaped into a pot.
Everything is spinning, and you're helpless in his firm grip. Strangely whatever he's doing still feels like a great massage. You figure you must have dozed off, and this is a dream. Then he stops spinning you, and your eyes slowly focus. They're spread farther apart than before. You can see reflected in the massage room's mirror an image of Bruno next to a large terra cotta urn. Slowly it dawns on you that it's you!
Bruno goes to the locker and starts to put your clothing on. You expect your pants and shirt to rip to shreds on that hulking body. Strangely, your clothes fit perfectly on Bruno, he turns and you are horrified to see that Bruno's ugly mug has been replaced by your countenance. Bruno grins at his new reflection, he seems quite happy with himself. He gingerly picks you up and carries you out of the room and down to his pottery class.