At half one in the morning, two men stumbled out into the street, surrounded by girls. Grinning stupidly, Howard slurred,

"I think it worked!" They were flanked by women practically to the door of the Nabootique, through which they collapsed.

"Hell," Vince murmured, "That was fun." Within seconds, they were both asleep.

"Howard?" Vince frowned. There was something wrong with his muscles- how bad of a hangover was this? There was a murmur next to him, and something made him stop dead. The hand in front of him- wasn't his. But it appeared to be attached to his arm. Maybe… maybe he was still dreaming. He sat up slowly and reached for the mirror that he always kept by his side. As he looked, he got the shock of his life.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrghhhh! Howaaaaaaaaaaard!" Awoken by Vince's screams, Howard sat up immediately. And when caught sight of Vince, he yelled too.

"Guys, guys, shut up, it's 5 o'clock in the morning!" groaned Naboo as he wandered in, top off and turban askew. "What's going on?" Howard exclaimed,

"Why don't you ask Vince?!"… In Vince's voice. And Vince, in Howard's voice, choked out,

"I-I'm Vince?!" There was a moment of silence as Naboo tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

"So, Vince, you're Howard, right? And vice versa?" They nodded, eyes wide in terror. "Right, come here, let's get this sorted." They all bundled into the kitchen, Vince- in Howard's body- still staring transfixed in horror into the mirror. He uttered a soft cry of,

"My hair!" Naboo groaned,

"That's the least of your worries! According to the WARNINGS-" he said it very loud so Bollo could hear in the next room- "the change can only occur on a full moon. So if last night was one, that's another month until you can turn back." He winced, looking at the two distraught men.

"But- I have a gig at the Velvet Onion tonight!" Vince protested, pulling at his- Howard's- fine hair.

"And I can't go to jazz club looking like a WOMAN!" Howard exclaimed, looking down at himself in horror.

Naboo let out a weary sigh. This was going to be a long day.

"Come on, Naboo, we need your wise words!" pleaded Vince.

"Maybe you can… go to each other's things?" he suggested hesitantly.

"NO!" came two simultaneous cries.

"No WAY! I'm not going to his stupid JAZZ club!" It looked slightly weird, Howard saying that. Naboo groaned.

"I can't do anything about it. You're just going to have to deal with it."