Katie stared down upon the body that had once been her own. Barry's head now sat between its shoulders. His hair remained greasy after its washing. His expression was as hollow as Katie's. All of reality had been upended in one, single moment. Even if things returned to their proper order, the fires would still be burning.
Barry's newly inherited body was just as disorganized as Katie's. Katie's legs had replaced her arms. His shoulders ballooned with the extra mass of a woman hips. Barry's feet still wore the boots Katie had been wearing when they transformed.
The breasts of Katie's old body had been rearranged. They had gotten significantly bigger. Each one was nearly as wide as the torso. Although, instead of being positioned side-by-side. Her boob had moved to be stacked vertically along the chest.
Barry's body had no legs. His torso ended at his pelvis. Instead of a penis or vagina, he had one, right arm growing out of his groin. This arm clearly had been Katie's. Its lithe and subtle curves marked it as such. Attached to the back of the hand, was a pair of testicles wrapped in a scrotum. In the center if the palm, a urethra.