All of a sudden, the perspectives shifted for all four participants in the argument.
Steve suddenly found himself standing where Janet had been – looking right back at Janet, who was now dressed
in all of Steve's clothes and now wearing her hair short like his had been. In fact, as Steve squinted at his
wife's face, he thought he saw the stubble of facial hair across her face now. Then Steve caught the
expression on his wife's face: she looked even more shocked than Steve himself felt.
Instinctively, Steve looked down to see what Janet was staring at... and Steve discovered he was now dressed
in all of his wife's clothes! He was wearing her old, comfortable, green sweater, her high-waisted blue jeans,
white cotton ankle socks, and dirty, white canvas shoes. Steve could even feel the uncomfortable, constricting
sensation of his wife's bra strapped across his chest. Likewise, Janet's fat, tentlike, white cotton panties
were now around Steve's hips, ass, and crotch.
As he looked down at himself, he had to brush aside a few strands of long, slightly curled hair from his face.
As he did so, Steve discovered he also had his wife's earrings dangling from his now pierced ears. He even had
her small, diamond wedding ring around his finger.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked.
He then turned and looked at Carl and Wendy – they, too had completely switched clothes!
Wendy was standing there, jaw wide open in shock and amazement, wearing Carl's clothes and carrying his
fishing rods, tackle box, and the six-pack of beer.
Carl meanwhile now had Wendy's long hair flowing down past his shoulders and was wearing a bit of makeup on
his dumbfounded face. He was now dressed in his wife's sky blue, short-sleeved top, her tan shorts, tiny white
socks, and scuffed pink and white women's tennis shoes.
“Why are we all wearing each other's clothes?” Steve asked of no one in particular.
“Omigod, look!” shrieked Wendy pointing at the reflective glass surface of the open door.
Steve, Janet, and Carl all peered closer into the glass and gasped in amazement: each of their reflections was
of the person whose clothes they now wore.
“I look like you, Wendy!” exclaimed Carl.
“Only in the reflection,” muttered Wendy. “Otherwise, you look a freaking drag queen.”
“Steve, get the mirror from your purse,” barked Janet.
“I don't have a purse!” he snapped.
“Oh, fine. I'll do it myself,” muttered Janet, walking back inside, grabbing a purse from just inside the
front door, and pulling out a compact make-up mirror from within. “Look everyone!”
In the silvery surface of an actual mirror, the surprising reflections of the two couples were even more
evident. Down to every tiny little detail, their reflections were perfect images of the people whose clothes
they now wore. The four of them could still see themselves as normal, but apparently to the rest of the world
they had all switched places.
“Great,” sighed Steve. “Now what the hell do we do?”
What next?