Yes, it swaps something between the two of you

In that throw over, the throw you thought was careful, it fired itself off. Firing off a beam hitting both you and Zoe, and then a random button, or two.

You both stood up and walked towards the window to snipe a few random passer bys outside, but what neither of you noticed was that your hair was swapped. Only the hair on your head, however, proving Zoe was correct in her question about the two buttons.

You brushed your curly black hair out of your eyes, and pulled aside the curtain to allow Zoe to point the remote out the window.

Finding a middle aged man and his wife walking along the street, both wearing shot sleeved shirts.

"Perfect" Zoe said, putting your hand on the remote, firing the remote at them, and pressing two buttons, arms and hair, at the same time.

You watched as the womans arms suddenly got considerably hairier while the mans arms became extremely smooth. Seemed that it also switched their arm care routines, the man now shaving his arms every now and then.

"That was amazing" you said, "Good prediction on it working Zoe!"

"Thanks babe" she said, pulling the curtain back down over the window and tossing the remote to the side. She had a lustful look in her eye, and instantly pulled you in for a kiss. Her hands running through your hair, sending shivers of arousal down your body.

You felt your hands move up and begin groping her huge breasts, eliciting moans and stronger kisses.

Zoe's hands roamed further down your body, caressing your huge arse which, compared to when it was a male arse (not that you would know), had a considerably higher level of sensitivity. You nearly came instantly. But you managed to hold off till both of you had stripped, and had spend a bit of time fucking on the bed instead.

30 minutes later, when you had both recovered and had showers, you got back into clothing and finished packing.

Zoe was now wearing, as usual, a black skirt but with a sand coloured jumper on top. This was stretched beautifully over her breasts, and if it was one or two sizes smaller could have even begun to tear. Pity it wasnt though.

"Come on" you said after another hour of packing, "lets get going!"