As Jen finally seemed to finish poking him, Kyle had a chance to take a look around. The living room they were in wasn't the one he had stood in when Jen had cursed him (and herself, by extension). Kyle thought at first it might have been Jen's, somehow, but a quick look at the furniture ruled that out. A recliner sat off to the side of the room, in front of a wall-mounted TV. But instead of a regular recliner, the recliner had two backs, stitched on top of each other. Custom-made to fit their body, Kyle figured.
Next to the recliner stood a two-level side table, propped up on what looked like a number of textbooks. 'His' and 'Hers', Kyle guessed with a feeling of despair. The side table had various items piled on. On the top level, his, Kyle could spot an iPad, a TV remote, a number of used cups and various trash - not unlike his old room.
But Jen's lower level surprised him more - propped up on its base stood an eight inch, girthy, rainbow dildo. Next to it stood a bottle of lubricant, a box of Kleenex, and an open plastic container filled with other - items. Kyle blushed. He couldn't tell from where they stood, but the rest of the items seemed bit obvious. Looking at the dildo, memories from this new, fake reality started to surface - him and Jen sitting in their recliner, watching porn while Jen used various toys and dildos on their pussy. Kyle remembered helping fondle and rub her breasts to help them cum together.
A sharp slap to his right cheek snapped him back to reality. Kyle looked to see Jen's right hand twisted around, flipping the bird at him. He could practically hear her screaming "Pervert!" at him, but Jen didn't have that option anymore.
"Sorry, Jen, I didn't mean to-" Kyle stammered, feeling his face flush again as more memories of similar, yet slightly different situations came to the forefront of his mind. "-think of that. It ju-just happened."
Jen crossed her arms and rested them on their breasts. Kyle felt ticked at her. He wasn't the idiot who did this to her! She did this to herself! Kyle started to speak, but he heard a key turn in the lock in the front door and the door push open, followed by the clicking of heels as someone walked in. Jen spun their body around and tried to use her hands to cover up, but a woman already stood in front of us.
"Good morning, Kyniffer!"