Mr. Bruce Kirby stood in the middle of his own living room in front of a large window that looked out upon the courtyard of the apartment complex. He was surrounded on three sides by pink couches with light blue pillows. The walls were painted a light blue. There was an oval table behind him. In the right corner by the window was a large plant. In the left corner, was a lamp sitting on a table. In other words, it was an ordinary family room.

What wasn't ordinary was how he was dressed. He wore a short-sleeve, V-neck sundress, a Playtex bra, white full-cut panty briefs, white tights, and white flats. None of this was ordinary. But, worse yet, the body he was in wasn't his. The body he inhabited weighed more than his natural body at 195 pounds, despite his height being four inches shorter than his usual stature. He was in the 48-year-old body of Mrs. Garrett, the neighborhood busybody, and gossip.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Bruce asked his wife JaimeLynn.

"Yeah, it'll work. Everyone talks to Mrs. Garrett. All you have to do is ask a few questions and we'll find out what they know."

"But, this feels odd. Why do I have to do it and not you."

"Stop complaining like a baby! Man up! I did all the hard work, all you have to do is ask a few questions."

By hard work, JaimeLynn meant that she found the Medallion of Zulu. She also went into the laundry room and stole the outfit that Bruce was currently wearing.

"You took something out of the washer, no big deal."

"It wasn't that easy. There was so much to it. I had to stalk the laundry and wait for her to come in without looking conspicuous. I had to do it quickly before the washer really got going and cleaned off what we needed. I had to reach into two different washers, one for the panties and bras, you know the white stuff. And one for the dress. I could have gotten caught. I was taking a big chance."

"Sounds easy to me."

"You have the easy part. You look exactly like her. No one would expect that you aren't her. You even sound like her."

After dressed in Mrs. Garrett's clothing, the Medallion of Zulu transformed Bruce's body into an exact duplicate of hers. The only apparel that Bruce was wearing that didn't belong to her, was her shoes. JaimeLynn had to buy a pair of flats from Walmart to complete the outfit.

Even though he experienced the transformation, he couldn't describe exactly how it felt. It was something that had to be experienced to truly be understood. He had gained almost twenty years of age while increasing in weight by fifteen pounds and losing four inches in height. A strong bra was supporting the sagging breasts he newly formed on his chest, his penis was gone and he was in the throws of menopause. Something he had never even thought about before the transformation.

"Let me see you walk around the room."

"What?"

"Walk, let's see if you can do it like she does."

Bruce walked in a circle.

"No, that won't do. Try it like this." JamieLynn demonstrated how she thought Mrs. Garrett moved.

"No that isn't right either."

"Maybe you can just sit on the benches and wait for people to come to you."

Bruce nodded.

"How will you talk to people."

"Like this."

Bruce sounded like Mrs. Garrett.

"No, I mean what will you talk about?"

"I'll ask them about..."

"You can't just start with that. You'll have to ease into it. You'll have to talk for a while before bringing it up."

"I don't know half the things she knows. I wouldn't..."

"That's it. We'll have to use the Medallion some more. I'll touch your head and her hair net. You'll start to know what she knows. You'll become more like her. IT'll probably even help your walk and your posture."

"I don't think I want to know what she knows."

"It'll only be for a while. I'll just have to be careful."

"Careful?"

"Yeah, I don't want you to turn too much into Mrs. Garrett.

"I already have her complete body. I think I'm having hot flashes. How much more."

"I mean mentally. I want you to know what she knows, but I don't want you to think that you are her."

"How do we do that?"

"We just do this one step at a time. When I think you know enough, we'll stop."

"How do we do this? I mean, how do we get the knowledge we want."

"You have to help me there. I need you to concentrate on something specific when I'm using the medallion. That is the knowledge that should go into your head."

"I didn't need to think Mrs. Garrett when transformed into her body."

"You didn't need to. We wanted the complete body."

"Oh."

"That is why I touched you on your feet. Your body transformed from the bottom up. Once your hair was perfect, I stopped before it affected your mind. Now we are being selective."

"I'm not sure I want to do this."

"We've already started."

"But what if I can't become myself again?"

"You can. I have plenty of your old clothes to convert you back."