'Just imagine that things are what they were.' tiffany tried, eyes shut under the silk, fully aware that she could break out of the bindings if she needed to. She felt the weight of Kurt's body on hers and she tilted her head back. In a moment, Kurt's lips were pressed to her own, and her body immediately responded to the sensation. This was good. If she kept her eyes shut, she could imagine that she was herself. Pleasure was pleasure, after all, wasn't it? When party planner Tiffany Mitchell wakes up in her boyfriend's body, she thinks she's having a bad dream. But no amount of espresso can wake her from the growing nightmare of being trapped in Kurt's 6-foot tall figure, and locked into his disorganised life. Due to this off-handed wish made over a magic candle, not only is Tiffany imprisoned inside her boyfriend's body, but Kurt is also struggling inside her own. Only time, a bit of New Orleans voodoo, and a gorwing mutual understanding can break the spell that traps the two.