Infact, Aaron didn't even have time to change. Before he could notice
anything, he seemed to black out.
He awoke sometime later, his vision blurred. As it slowly cleared, he
realised he was moving of his own accord...or, rather, whatever he was
attached to was taking him somewhere. He felt extremely flat, and for
some reason, couldn't move at all, remaining firmly plastered against
whatever it was he was plastered against.
Finally, the movement ceased, and he heard a voice. "Well, Aaron, I
hope you like the new you!"
He noticed he was looking directly into a mirror, but instead of
seeing his usual self, he saw an arm - Alice's arm, he assumed - and
some sort of... tattoo...
That wasn't him, was it?