Michael had laid back down on the bench with his cowboy hat covering his...her? face. Maybe if he went back to sleep he'll wake up back in his own body. He woke up his name, the voice was foreign but the tone was unmistakable.
"Well, good morning to you too, Maxine." He chuckled as he sat up and moved his hat to his head. "At least I wasn't the only one afflicted with this."