The grin on Liz's face remained in place as the new owner of her body held her hands out in front of her, admiring how small they were and how thin his arms were. Steven then moved his new hands down by his sides and felt his midsection, pressing in on the 'puppy fat' around his waist and squeezing his much larger ass once of twice. "Oh my god this feels better than I ever could have imagined" he giggled in Liz's voice. A voice behind him suddenly snapped him out of his trance-like state.
"Liz, this box of notepads came in all wet, I think the rain must have got on them before they were shipped out to us" Becca said to him, causing him to turn around. "Shall I reduce them or just write them all off?" she then inquired.
"Um..." Steven hesitated in replying, having being caught off guard.
"You okay?" Becca asked Steven, naturally thinking he was now Liz, her supervisor.
"Yeah, fine thanks, yeah...um...just write them all off and make a note of it in the Procedures book" Steven told Becca, who dutifully did as she was told. Steven then let out a deep sigh of relief and looked down at himself again, resisting the urge to feel the wonderful breasts that now adorned his chest, nicely stretching his company sweatshirt. Steven remained aware of the fact that there were security cameras watching everyone on the shop floor.
Smiling to himself again, he felt his ponytailed hair and then shook his head, allowing it to swish around. But he stopped doing that when he went dizzy. "Woah...bad move!" Steven said, as he steadied himself on a nearby shelf.
"Oh well, time to see how everyone is doing I guess" he muttered to himself, as he looked at the velcro-strap watch on his slender wrist. He set off walking in his new body, reveling in every step that set his boobs jiggling slightly on his chest. He didn't see how he'd be able to concentrate on doing his own job, never mind Liz's. He just kept reminding himself that as long as he stayed in possession of Liz's body, he couldn't get in trouble. He didn't know what he planned to do at the end of the shift, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it in several hours time. "Lets check on Becky first!" Steven smirked, heading down to the Housewares department, where the chirpy, blonde 17-year old was working.
Steven was eager to tell someone else about his amazing new power, but he wasn't sure who. He did think that Becky or maybe Andrea would probably be the most understanding of his friends, since he'd always talked to them about things in the past. Of course Andrea was also good friends with Liz outside of work hours. Then again...the uncertainty of how someone would react was also telling him that maybe it would be a good idea if he just pretended to be Liz for now.
In the end, he decided to...
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