[See, under normal circumstances, the accent would have been a clue. If she'd been transformed into, say, a pineapple, the accent would have totally given it away.

Because pineapples are way closer to people than dudes are. ...Well, they're closer to usually-definitely-very-female people, anyway.

WHAT.]

It's-- wait, what??

[He gapes. What... The hell. Seriously? He gives her a once over, taking in those small details like her impeccable sense of douche-guy fashion. It'd almost be funny if he wasn't so completely thrown by it.]

So I guess you couldn't resist the thingy either, huh? [He tips his head back with a sigh, setting the cereal box down and turning to lean against the counter in exactly the same way he would have had he been in his own body.] Messed up, yo, I feel like I just walked into a friggin' bug zapper...

[At least he's not dead. Just gotta keep thinking of it that way. Worse things can and have happened to him, so...

He's still not super thrilled about it, though.]