Ron dared now move. Not only was he simply scared from the magic act that swapped his body with a woman, but he was afraid that if he moved too much it would screw up the reversal. He was waiting for that, the reversal. Time seemed to drag as he did so, surrounded by magical props int he backstage area. He could hear the show continue on stage, but he couldn’t make out what was being said. He was still hoping for a grand finale where he’d be returned to normal, but then he heard applause and silence. Was it over? Why hadn’t the magician switched him back? Why leave the trick half done? A light shined in from a side door. Ron saw the magician. He was holding something rather large. It was the torso from earlier in the act; it was still screaming at him too. Then it dawned on Ron. The show was over. He was stuck like this; he was stuck in this body! But he looked at the torso, still cussing the magician out, and he knew it could be worse.