Max was sprawled on the stairs with a thousand yard stare, with Maryam sitting on the floor across from him, the common room of the sorority house quiet as a tomb. The two of them planned to meet up for an assignment they were partnered up with. Max, wanting to make a good impression arrived early, twiddling him thumbs on one of the old couches as Maryam finished getting ready. The prospect of working with the gorgeous exchange student made him nervous, so much so that he didn’t notice his entire body changing. In but a few seconds, all of Max’s attributes shifted and morphed into an identical duplicate of the woman he was lusting over, down to dyed hair and outfit she was currently putting on upstairs. If it wasn’t for Maryam’s blood-curdling scream, who knows how long before Max would look down to freak out at his freshly feminized form?

“Do you have any idea what happened?” Max asked, his words careful, deliberate. He apparently gained more than an impressive bust from Maryam: he didn’t notice at first, but his language skills were supplanted by her first language: Indonesian. He had (understandably) been in hysterics, stamping his feet and shrieking profanities he’d never heard a minute ago. Maryam was practiced in speaking English, obviously, and was able to calm her panicked twin enough to get him to focus on “translating” his thoughts into a non-native tongue. He caught on quick, considering the circumstances, though she noted his accent was more pronounced than hers. Hopefully, that was the only mental change he received, or at least the only one they’d have to deal with before he’d go back to normal. If he’d go back to normal. 

Maryam searched for any answer that made sense. She wasn’t as stressed as Max was, but still freaked out watching another person pilot her skin. “No.” she responded bluntly, “I would know if we had a magic couch.”

Their eyes met for a beat, their concerned faces mirroring each other with near perfection, before Maryam cut the moment short by abruptly standing up. She began to speed-walk towards the kitchen, “This is weird, I’m getting a drink. Do… do you want anything?”

Max’s stomach gurgled in response. Sure, he could go for a- oh, god. He put a hand on the exposed, flat tummy, it wasn’t his stomach anymore, was it? Was the food he had eaten on the way over still inside him, or was he digesting a copy of Maryam’s breakfast right now? Did she have allergies- he had to have gotten those. “Tai…” Max was hyperventilating again, feeling his unwieldy chest bob with each breath. This wasn’t going to be easy, that was for sure.