Yes

Annoyingly, as you did this, you knocked the remote and it fired off a random change.

“Shit” you said

“What?” Zoe asked

“The remote just fired off, I think I saw the beams, but neither of us were touching it.”

“So we wont notice what changed will we?” She asked

“Nope” you said, “It might have even changed us and we wuoldnt know.”

“Eh” she shrugged, “not to worry then. If we dont know what happened then its all fine.”

She was correct, it was a bit annoying you didnt see the remote fire and hit Tami and Roxie, swapping round, rather boringly, their hair. Tami simply had long blonde hair now, rather than long black hair.

“Maybe let me look after it” Zoe jokingly suggested. You shrugged and handed the remote over.

“Sure” you said, “I mean you probably wont fire it randomly.”

Zoe shook her head, “course i wont.” you didnt see her grin as she fired the remote at a random passer by and Aaron, giving him some nice small B cup breasts that would go well together with his vagina and height he had. She also quickly aimed the device at you and Becca, hitting the random swap button. She was intrigued to see what would swap, and he promised herself she would swap you back later anyway.

What swapped was your speech patterns. Previously still male speech patterns, you now spoke like a bit of a ditz, as Becca actually was. You added a load of “like”s and “babe”s into your sentences now, using shorter words and all together sounding rather stupid.

“Babe” you said, “like, come on, we have to find a nice spot to pew pew people.” you were looking for the word snipe, but your speech pattern limited you to use the childish term pew pew. Zoe giggled and followed you, putting the remote away safely. Or so she thought. The action of putting it away zapped both her and Rick, swapping their mannerisms. Zoe stopped walking in a way which emphasised her hips and breasts, even though it was an **** decision, and she would now fold her arms over her breasts squashing them, rather than under her breasts. She would sit with her legs apart, itch her breasts without caring, and over time even start to not like wearing a bra. Rick on the other hand would start swaying his hips, sit with his legs crossed, and be very self conscious whenever it came to scratching or anything to do with his body.

"Like, I have an idea" you giggled to Zoe, who swaggered up to you.