You mean it isn't?

"Wait? You mean it didn't change?" David picks up a remote control and push some of the buttons, then slams it on the living room table for a bit, after which he holds down a button again. "What about now?"

"That's it!" Jacob exclaims loudly, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Jacob approaches the woman before him awkwardly with his hands raised.
"Now hold on there son!" the girl says, raising her palm, "Before you go ahead with anything, go and call the ICE and send them here. We did have a deal after all."
The boy grunts, "Dad... well, fine. But don't blame me if anything goes wrong, okay?"
"Nothing is gonna go wrong. I've got this all planned out." David assures his son.

Jacob looks up the number on his cellphone and starts dialing.
"Hello? Is this Immigration and Customs Enforcement's? I would like to report an illegal immigrant.... yes... yes... no... uh huh... yes... dunno... I just call her Miss Saijou..." Jacob keeps answering the questions they have to him, and there are many of them. In the meantime David lies on the sofa making himself comfortable in his new body.

Finally the boy hangs up. "All right, dad," he says, "they are just gonna check up the information I gave them with their database and they'll send some people over."

"Oh, that is perfect!" David says, shooting him a seductive smile, "You did an excellent job Jacob. Are you ready for your reward?" David turns around to lie on his stomach and presents his rear, raising it just a little bit.