Rabidly angry, she said, "I wish that Pete and I would switch bodies, and that in Pete's body, I would be holding the stone."
Pete gasped. He wanted to shout "No!" but the scream got caught in his throat. He blinked, and for a moment was completely disoriented. Then he rubbed his eyes and saw his face, hanging on the person across from him. Jon was smiling a wicked, evil smile. Pete's mouth hung open. She felt around for her 'nads - none to speak of, but she was immediately aware of the mammaries now hanging from her chest.
"Turnabout is fair play, Joan." Jon said, referring to Pete by her new name. "Have a nice life. Maybe I'll see you around."
