"Breakfast in bed sounds nice." Haylie turned onto her side and stretched out, running her hand over her own abdomen. A lesbian club also sounded nice. Haylie's curiosity was piqued.
Then she felt something strange. Her stomach wasn't as soft as it was normally. She felt different. She sat up halfway, glancing down at herself, and froze. The body she saw was not her own. Rather, it was her own, but not one she had seen in two years. "Holy fuck..."
Her voice had changed too, going to a deeper tone that she vaguely remembered. The curse. It was broken.
WHAT THE FUCK!
Haylie, or Hayden now, scrambled to his feet and stared at his hands, his feet, his arms and legs. "Fuck!"
Horrified, he looked at Alicia and then made a run for it, darting back towards the house.