"Hello?" Pamela's voice said tentatively.
"Pamela?" Bliss - no, Graham, he knew now, unable to forget the voice of his wife - replied. "Oh, thank God it's you, it's me, Graham. I know you're not going to believe this but I've turned into some sort of... bunny girl. I have no idea what's going on, her mind somehow took me over for a minute, I thought you were just one of my friends until I heard your voice, honey," he said quickly, never sure he'd remember what he was saying. Please believe me, I don't know what I'm going to do if you don't...
"G-Graham? There's someone in my bed that looks like you but I know it's not you," Pamela said on the other end, and Graham suppressed a whoop of joy. "I think my ex-husband Tom somehow got into your body and put you into the body of one of his drawings... I saw her before, when I went to pick up Kelly. I'm on my way over, okay?"
Graham nodded, saying, "Okay. Please hurry so we can sort this out, my voice sounds wrong, my ears keep drooping down and getting in my eyes, and everything about me just feels so wrong. I'm impossible."
Pamela's sweet voice replied, "I know, baby. I'm coming as fast as I can." She hung up the phone, running back into their bedroom to find something to wear on the cold ride over to Tom's apartment. A coat! That would do.
"Where you going?" Tom in Graham's skin asked from the bed, and she had to keep herself from shuddering in revulsion as she turned to answer him.
"Just going out to get some groceries. Be back soon, babe," she said, desperately trying to hide her disgust in the last word. Of course that self-absorbed bastard would find a way to ruin her life even now. Pamela rushed out of the house, unable to start the car quickly enough.
