John reluctantly held the medallion to Mandy's black hoodie. He walked to one of Amy’s mirrors and waited for the changes to start. He chose Mandy because her body was approximately his size and he thought that would make the change an easier adjustment. Curiously, his hair started to grow down the sides of his face but it wasn’t brunette like Mandy’s hair. The tips of his hair became crimson red and small brown freckles appeared near his nose and slowly spread across his face.
“Amy! Why does it look like I’m changing into you? You said this was Mandy’s!”
Amy appeared to be genuinely surprised. “I don’t know! Mandy left that in my room the last time she spent the night here. Maybe I accidentally put it on before I realized it was hers.” Amy’s face turned pale white. “That would make me the last person to wear it. Fuck.”
“Fuck you! I didn’t sign up for this. I’m going to be you for the next twelve hours? That’s messed up.” He looked down and watched as his torso started to retract and expand, giving him an increasingly feminine figure. His tee shirt and shorts started to fall off his body and he shed dozens of pounds to meet Amy’s somewhat petite form.
“I’m sorry but there is nothing we can do about it now. At least this guarantees you’ll have properly fitting clothes.” Amy was trying to think of things to distract John but the thought of wearing her clothes weirded him out. He really did think of her like a sister and the thought of seeing her naked body didn’t appeal to him at all.
John sighed and threw himself on Amy’s bed. His body was not completely female. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from focusing on every brush of his baggy shirt on his abnormally sensitive skin. Everything about the situation overwhelmed him.
Amy looked down at the medallion and pondered what she was going to do next.