Jon was feeling very confused, and scared. At that moment only one thought occurred to him: he had to get out of this teenage boy's room. Moving quickly but quietly, Jon began making his way out of the house. Thankfully, nobody was home. He went out into the back yard, and finally made it out on the street. He looked around and recognized the neighborhood.
Thank God, he thought Only a couple blocks from home.
The sun was setting, and Jon was confident he'd get home before dark without being seen. But his mind was still racing. How did I get this body? I'm a woman, I can't go around with such a... disgusting body.
Distracted, he almost ran into a woman who was jogging down the sidewalk. "Oh, I'm sorry," he reacted, then he realized who the woman was: Janet Daniels, one of the girls he worked with, who also lived in the neighborhood. They had just had lunch that day. Now, he'd be a stranger to her.
"Denise?" she said to him.
"Huh?"
"Denise! It's good to see you!"
"Oh, um. Hi Janet. You... recognize me?
"Sure. But I admit, I don't think I've ever seen you in public without your makeup. Even when you're jogging you're usually in some cute designer track suit. What's with the sweats?" She gestured to his baggy grey pants and t-shirt.
"Um, it's laundry day. You don't notice anything else?"
Janet paused a moment, as though she briefly noticed something amiss, but couldn't place it and quickly dismissed the thought. "No, you still look great. Hey, this Saturday, why don't we go to lunch and then have a girls' afternoon. We can do some shopping, then hit the spa. I could use some pampering after this week."
"Yeah, me too." The two said goodbye, and now Jon was even more confused. What was going on? How did Janet know that I'm really Denise? Is this all in my head? He kept walking. Though still confused, Jon finally made it home, or at least to the Black household.
