Someone was definitely in his body. At least whoever it was seemed as genuinely confused as he was. Part of him had assumed if he was in Laney's body, then she would have gone into his, but his exclamation, which earned a few raised brows from people passing by, clearly showed that wasn't the case.
Being in Laney's clothes was awkward. How did girls walk around with underwear up their butt like this? And her clothes were form-fitting, something he certainly wasn't used to. And something was definitely constricting his chest, which, he eventually realized was her bra. Shit, how did women deal with all this stuff? He was about to walk over toward himself- so freaking weird- when he realized he had no idea how to walk like a girl. He tried to remember what his mother looked like what she walked. He made a valiant attempt to stand up straighter, and that was about the only thing that looked semi-normal as he made his way over toward his body: he pushed his chest out, squeezed his butt cheeks together, and wiggle-walked his way over toward him, who he noticed, was next to a confused looking Alfie.
"Who are you?" he demanded, giving himself a poke in the chest. He half expected to be able to feel it, but he couldn't. "What did you do?!" Man, his hands were so much smaller now. He frowned down at the polish on the too slim fingers he had prodded his body with.