Larry was sipping coffee at the mall food court when a curvy brunette approached him with a clipboard.
"Excuse me, sir," she said with a smile, "but I wonder if you'd be interested in answering a few quick questions for me."
Larry looked her up and down.
"Sure," he said, "I've always got time for a girl who looks like you. What's up, honey?"
"We'd like you to tell us your ideal female body. The more specific you are, the better."
"The ideal female body? I think I'm looking at it."
Her smile grew a little wider and she handed him the clipboard. There was a short page of multiple choice questions and most of the choices were PETITE, MEDIUM or VERY BIG. He chuckled.
"What's this for, anyhow? You doing a survey for, like, a ladies' underwear company or something?"
"No," she said. "This is just for boys. I'll leave you alone, while you... fill out your form."
She giggled - he didn't quite understand why - then she turned away and disappeared into the crowd. He sipped his coffee and settled down with the clipboard, hardly glancing at the page while he ticked the boxes that said VERY BIG over and over again. As he did he started to feel kind of strange. His clothes were suddenly uncomfortable, his shirt tight across the chest, his pants straining across the hips and pinching in the crotch. He tried to ignore it, figuring he had to be imagining things. After all, clothes don't just suddenly get tighter!
He ticked the last box and looked around for the brunette to give her back the clipboard, but he didn't see her anywhere. He did spot another real babe, though. Talk about the "ideal female body"... this chick had it! She was sitting across from him in the food court, looking directly at him. He smiled, and she smiled back. He set down his pen... and right at the exact same moment, she set down a pen, too.
That's when he realized he was looking in the food court's mirrored wall. That girl staring back at him with her jaw hanging open... she was him!
He wasn't sure what was happening but instinct told him the brunette had to be behind it somehow. She'd changed him with her survey, tricked him into choosing his own female body... filling out his form. He snatched up the clipboard and bolted from the table, looking for the girl. He had to find her and make her fix this!
He was hurrying through the crowd, squeezing between shoppers, when he slammed straight into a tall, broad-shouldered man and dropped the clipboard. It landed at their feet with a clatter, and as Larry looked down he was appalled to see that he was somehow wearing a tight skirt and high heels. How the hell had he been running around dressed like that without stumbling even once, without even noticing what he was wearing?
"Hey," the man said, "Not so fast, gorgeous!" He glanced down at the clipboard. "What's this? You doing a survey or something?"
The man bent low, picked up the clipboard and read the top of the page.
"The 'ideal female body,' huh?" He chuckled. "I think I'm looking at it..."