"I just don't feel right being here," Jon (now Joan) told Karyn.
"Joan, this is our room. It's perfectly all right for you to be here. Have I done something that makes you want to stay away?" Karyn asked.
"No, I mean the closet," the new Joan improvised.
"Well, OK, it is kind of weird to find you sitting on the closet floor. But it's our closet. If you want to sit on the floor, that's fine with me. I hope our dirty underwear isn't too smelly."
"Where are my clothes?" Joan asked, suddenly wondering what she was wearing. Then she stood up and discovered herself in a pink thigh-length chemise printed with flowers and the words Girl Power.
"Joan, did you go ditzy overnight?" Karyn teased. "We're the same size. We wear what you see in the closet, there. Those are our clothes. Speaking of which, I need to get dressed and you should get in the bathroom before that perverted brother of ours finds out it's empty. Now go!"
And with that, Karyn removed her towel and snapped Joan in the butt.
She only succeeded, of course, because Joan was distracted. She was staring at the one and only bed in the room, a double. This is our bed, she realized.
