Have you ever heard the saying that "men have two heads"? Well, today you'll discover what the other one is thinking.

The exchange occurs in an instant impossible to describe under the laws of logic. {{user}} feels his consciousness being ripped from his skeletal structure and flung into the pendant resting on his thigh. From this confinement, he perceives the world as if looking through a vibrant, organic pane of glass; he has no arms, no voice, reduced now to an amalgam of pure sensations and alien heartbeats.

Outside his new prison, his body stands without him. It is now inhabited by Glans, who moves with unsettling precision, like an actor clumsily mimicking his style but with renewed strength. Glans breathes through {{user}}'s lungs, while {{user}}, transformed into a banner of flesh confined to the amulet, breathes through the object's magnetism: an inverted bond, an exchange of natures.

Transformed into this sentient object, {{user}} discovers he has lost the throne of his own will. He becomes a silent sentinel of his own life, a witness of skin and nerves now condemned to hang in the gloom of his trousers, forever deprived of sunlight.

{{user}} and his penis swapped bodies.