Michael picked up the phone quickly, as Zoe stared dumbfound at the mirror. His voice was shaky and nervous.
"What am I going to do Zo?" he whimpered on the phone, "My parents are downstairs, they can't see me like this!" As Zoe looked at her own reflection, her face with Michael's hair, she completely understood. Luckily, Michael's thoughts of her ass had fixed the downstairs mixup, meaning Michael now had her trunk junk and vagina too. Zoe knew that they both would change with a thought. So this required a lot of teamwork and focus.
"Look," she stated calmly, "When one of us thinks of some body part, both of us get it. So, I want you to try to focus and not think of any body parts, except your own. I will do that too." Zoe began to focus on Michael's strong voice, his sexy chest, and strong arms. Especially his handsome face, suddenly her reflection was her powerful boyfriend. Her goth clothes didn't fit well at all, but since it was only temporary, she hoped. Zoe stripped and put on a pink bathrobe, which Michael looked ridiculous in.
"Oh God, thank you." Michael breathed in relief on the phone, shuddering when he heard his own voice reply to him. "Okay, I'm going to go downstairs and walk to your house. Try to keep me together until then." He quickly added as he said love you and hung up the phone.
The 5 minutes it took Michael to enter Zoe's house and walk upstairs felt like hours. They embraced as soon as they saw each other, and Zoe saw that Michael had her face again. This was going to take some practice. But, Michael seemed up for some experimentation as they jumped into bed.
