Tell him to try to see it your way

You know Zack is pissed, but you decide to appeal to his sense of reason. He knows you are bisexual and has been cool with that. If anyone understands what it is like to be horny and to need to act upon that horniness, it will be Zack.

“I’m sorry you’re pissed, Zack, and I understand. I want you to put yourself in my place, though....”

Your well-reasoned explanation is going to have to wait, because no sooner are the words out of your mouth, than you feel an immense sensation of disorientation. The room spins out of control, and for a moment, you are in danger of vomiting up Zack’s spunk and anything else that is in your stomach. You close your eyes, trying to gain control of your senses.

When you open your eyes, it is as if you are having an out-of-body experience. Instead of looking at your roommate, you see yourself, standing there, looking back with an expression of confusion and alarm.

“What the FUCK?” You say the words and hear the same words come from your body across the room. You also hear the same words come from where you are, but it isn’t your voice: it is Zack’s.

You look down. Instead of seeing your familiar body, you see Zack’s, but from his perspective. You spin around to the mirror on the wall. Sure enough, the face staring back at you is your roommate’s.

“What the fuckety fuck, fuck, FUCK?” The words you hear are in your voice, but it is a phrase you have heard Zack exclaim multiple times. In a flash, you realize what has happened. When you said, “I want you to put yourself in my place,” your crazy new abilities actually caused your mind to swap with Zack’s.

You hastily look at Jana, to see her reaction. She might as well be in a different room, for all the emotion she is registering. True to your command, she is sitting on the bed, awaiting further instructions.

You look back at Zack — or yourself — or whatever you are supposed to call a Zack-possessed version of Justin McIntyre. Zack is clearly beginning to freak out. It is surreal seeing yourself perfectly mimicking your cute roomie. Although it is your eyes that are bugging out and your hands combing rapidly through your hair, it is in perfect imitation of how Zack reacts when he is really scared. The last time you saw him this upset was when he realized the girl he had been sexting for a week was actually his sister.

“Justin?” Your voice sounds high-pictched, and you can tell from the rapid movement of your chest that you — well, Zack, actually — is hyperventilating.