Jon dashed out of the house, his high heels clattering on the concrete of the front path, dog lead in hand. His poodle, Karyn, was on his heel, running along, just as she always had done, hasn't she?
He turned and saw Sarah. "Give me back that rock," said Jon in his usual high-pitched feminine voice.
"What are you on about?" said Sarah, in a deep masculine voice. Then Jon noticed that sarah was dressed very strangely, in a black business suit. Jon turned around and noticed Sarah again, this time dressed very dowdily, with a child, who also looked like Sarah, but dressed as a young schoolgirl.
Everywhere he looked, he saw Sarah, or rather Sarah-lookalikes. How would he be able to find her now that she had wished to make everyone like her (except for me, thought Jon, as his boobs jiggled up and down as he ran)?
