Alvin handed the woman his glasses. He figured she needed them now more than he did. They exchanged numbers without ever exchanging a word, and each continued on their way with their new bodies. After Alvin walked a little bit, he let down his new long hair and examined his new slender, feminine arms. He noted that he had walked a great deal in this woman’s heels without any difficulty. He didn’t know if this was fate or a weird astronomical occurrence or something else completely different, but despite his initial panic, he couldn’t complain about the results. He was a gorgeous woman now, and he realized he liked that fact. He didn’t know if his mentality was caused by whatever had swapped him, but he wasn’t sure he cared either.