There's no sound on the other side of the door, so you take the door handle and slowly open to peek outside. Nothing. Carefully you open it further as it scrapes something inside on the floor, but you just lean your head out. Tracy's long hair falls in front of your eyes, so you instinctively pull it back behind one ear as you look one way and then the other ear when you turn the other. Nothing still.
You stand halfway into the hall in Tracy's naked body looking back in forth while you think, That's weird. He couldn't have disappeared so quickly, could he? And where's the blowpipe?
It's chilly in the hall after being in the hot steam, and you feel goose bumps all over. Hugging yourself to be warmer, your arms feel the hardened nubs of Tracy's nipples as your forearms fold across her, your, chest. After a momentary shock reminding you who you now are, at least physically, you step back inside to close and lock the door.
As you do, you step on something and look down. It's the blowpipe! You lean over and pick it up again getting that new sensation tugging on your chest.
"Now how did you get there?" you ask the magic weapon sounding just like a ditz talking to an inanimate object that obviously can't answer you.
You stare at it then the floor pondering the possibilities. If it's magic, I guess it followed my soul to the body I went into. It would be pretty useless if it just stayed where it was shot from. Anyone could get it, and I'd be stuck.
Suddenly, there's loud banging on the door and a voice screams, "Hurry up, and don't use all the hot water!"
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