Maxwell laid on the shag carpet basking in a sunbeam like a house cat, exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat after thoroughly entertaining himself with his girlfriend’s sister’s body. He was in bliss, and there was nothing that could-

*BEEP BEEP!* 

Maxwell jolted up in a panic, peering out the open window to confirm his fears; his daydreaming stopped to screeching halt upon seeing his girlfriend’s car in the driveway. Okay, she’s early. Not ideal, but he could probably undo the magic and get dressed before anyone was the wiser. Wait, did he figure out how to rever-

The pit in Maxwell’s stomach sank even lower when the passenger door of the car opened, revealing an uncoordinated body hobble out. His own body, and awkwardly placed atop its weak shoulders was Monica’s head, her pretty face bright red in both anger and from crying her eyes out the ride over. Evidently, the magic collar he had used didn’t just copy body parts, rather it exchanged them. So while Maxwell was busy fondling himself, Monica was out to lunch with her sister when she suddenly grew several inches, falling out of her chair from the new equilibrium, making a scene in front to of the whole restaurant. It would be hard for Maxwell to protest innocence after such an embarrassment left Monica in an understandably sour mood, made even harder when he would be found in the foyer, frantically trying to put on a pair of pants, but failing to get them past his fatty hips, all the while the house reeking of pussy juices. Maxwell would find himself in a world of trouble, but even so, he couldn’t help but think stealing Monica’s lower body was the best thing he had ever done.