None. Aaron has to leave.

Aaron's phone buzzed insistently in his pocket, cutting through the haze of lust and transformative euphoria. He fumbled it out and blanched when he saw his mom's number on the caller ID.

"Shit, I completely forgot about dinner!" he yelped, giving Amanda an apologetic look. "I gotta get home before she starts asking questions."

Amanda pouted, but nodded in understanding. "Fine, I suppose we can't have you turning into a pumpkin on me. Here, let me just..."

She pointed the swap device at Aaron and ***ZAP!*** In a flash, his body morphed back to its original male form, albeit with a few key differences he failed to notice in his haste to depart.

"There, all back to normal!" Amanda declared, giving his ass a parting squeeze. "Well, mostly. I left you a little going away present to remember me by. Have fun explaining those to your mom!"

Aaron, oblivious to his ‘normal’ breasts, pecked Amanda on the cheek and dashed out the door, leaving her alone in the rapidly emptying bar. She sighed and was just considering calling it a night when three new patrons walked in, their accents marking them as foreigners. Amanda's eyes lit up with renewed mischief as she eavesdropped on their conversation from a nearby booth.

"I can't believe they're making us attend a conference on a Saturday," the older woman, Emma, groused. "As if we don't spend enough bloody time working as it is!"

"Oh hush, a bit of travel will do you good," her companion Liz chided. "Besides, it's New York! When's the last time you had a proper holiday?"

The lone man, Steven, just grunted and signaled the bartender for a pint. Amanda grinned to herself, already cooking up some deliciously devious swaps for the unsuspecting trio.