Jon was so focused, he didn't notice that he'd ran a stop sign...even worse, within sight of a police car.
After receiving a ticket from what looked like a five year old girl...and being told "Speeding was Not Good," he pulled back into the driveway. That was the odd part of things. People's new personalities seemed not dissimilar to what they'd been.
Susan McMillan had been a rich socialite who was used to getting her way, and had turned into something of a brat, for example.
But he was perfectly normal, wasn't he? Except for the clothes. He headed toward the house, absent mindedly waving at Mrs. Wilson, not even noticing who had replaced her, and nearly tripped. He was suddenly wearing a skirt and heels. This made no sense
