Looking at Ms. Henderson walking away you couldn't see anything wrong with her everything about her body looked different. Them you slowly became aware of a strange taste in your mouth, moving your tongue to your lips you felt something strange, like a type of gel was on your lips. "What the hell" you said still with your own male voice. Pulling out your phone you flicked on your front facing camera and gasped, on your phone screen you could see the beautiful face of Ms. Henderson complete with makeup and the lipstick you had felt earlier. Panicking you got up to chase after Ms. Henderson, only to crash into her and send the exchanger clattering to the floor. Ignoring Ms. Henderson on the floor complaining about not watching where your going, you crawled over to the the exchanger and saw the dial pointed at ......
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