Eve woke up feeling different the next morning. She normally slept in a pair of Jason’s basketball shorts and a hoodie, so she didn’t notice much. And her hair was pulled back into a bun when she had fallen asleep. It wasn’t until she had gotten to the mirror that it hit her. Hard. Evelyn let out a scream. It wasn’t high pitched like it should have been. It was more of a manlier, more deep voice. Staring back at her was Jason, not herself.
Finding her cell, she dialed Jason’s number. “C'mon, damnit. Answer…” It rang a few more times before he answered. A sweet melodic voice answered. “Is that what my voice really sounds like, Jason?”