Tell him there’s no time for that

“Zack, for the last time, we don’t have time for stuff like that! And please keep your voice down. There’s no telling what would happen if —“

You freeze as you hear a voice behind you. “No telling what would happen if you were overheard?” You turn and see Amy standing behind you, hands on her hips.

“You need to come with me, Mr. Jones, right now,” she demands. You open your mouth to respond, but she looks past you to your friend, reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder.

It is then that you remember that you have switched bodies with Zack. As far as she knows, however, she has her hand on the subject of her experimentation.

You expect Zack to protest and explain that she has the wrong guy. You had failed to account for Captain Hormone and his inability to perceive anything other than through the lens of how it might get him laid.

“Hey, no need to be rude, Babe,” says Zack with your voice. “I don’t usually go for the rough stuff, but I would definitely make an exception in your case.” Zack steps past you and closes the distance to Amy. He looks her over with an undisguised leer and emits a low whistle.

Amy raises her eyebrows in surprise. “You have certainly gained some self-confidence since I last saw you.” She looks at him appraisingly and asks, “Have you noticed any other changes, by any chance?”

This is your chance to tell her everything that has happened and finally get some help — assuming you can trust her, of course. Before you can consider this, Zack responds and says, “Well, I have been noticing a throbbing and stiffening of my penis. You’re the professional, though, so you probably should examine it for yourself.”

You expect Amy to respond with a slap. Instead, her eyes momentarily lose their focus. She blinks a couple of times and immediately drops to her knees and sets to work doing exactly as Zack suggested.

Zack looks toward you with an expression of utter delight. “Dude! I DID get your powers when we switched bodies! This is so freaking awesome!”

You see the pants that just moments ago you considered to be yours falling around the ankles that were also so recently yours. Zack’s — or your — penis rigidly points toward Amy. She examines it clinically, as if she were a urologist.

Zack’s smile threatens to break your face. “Can you believe it?” He looks down at the beautiful grad student as she lifts his penis and runs a finger along its length. “Dude, you have a pretty impressive schlong, if you don’t mind my saying so. You really should take advantage of that. A few well-placed dick pics on your social media, and you wouldn’t be spending so many nights alone in your bed.”

You look up and down the hallway, fearful of someone coming by. You say, “Zack, you have to do something about this. We can’t be out here where anyone might see us.”

He tears his attention away from Amy to look around. “I dunno. The more the merrier, I always say. Want me to find someone to fondle you, too? Oh, and don’t be shy. Feel free to wank while you watch. Not to boast or anything, but I have always found that controlling my joystick is more than half the fun of any game.” The salacious wink he gives you is quinticentially Zack, even though it is done with your eye.