As Paul finished reading his spell, the world shifted around Tim. He was back in his own house, standing in the
kitchen, a half-eaten apple in his hand. He was home, and he was standing, and he was able to hold something
again! The spell had worked! And better yet, awful pain he'd been feeling between his legs since the operation
was gone! "Oh, Paul, I could hug you, man," Tim whispered.
Suddenly there was a ringing sound from the kitchen table... it was Tim's cell phone. Tim snatched the phone
up... then noticed, as he answered it, that it was pink. It was the same shape and brand of cell phone, but it
was pink. Why was it pink? And then he noticed his fingernails... they were a lot longer than usual, and hey
were painted red. What was going on?
"H-hello?" Tim said, holding the phone up to his ear.
"Tammy, is that you?" Paul's voice came from the other end. "I mean, the real you?"
"Don't call me--" Tim snapped... and then he blinked. "Wait, what did you call me?"
"I called you Tammy," Paul said. "Is that you? Did the spell work?"
Tammy... pink phone, red fingernails, and now Paul was calling him Tammy? Nervously, Paul looked down at his
body.