Jeff stood there in shock for a moment, totally unsure of how he should react or proceed. Despite the sight of his 45 year old male head sitting atop Susan Watalski's stunningly-hot 25 year old female body in the reflection before him, despite the sensations and feel of that body washing over him even as he looked at it, he couldn't force himself to believe that any of this was really happening. Finally, he managed to stammer back a forced answer to the voice. "Uhh...just a....just a minute. I'm...a...I'm not ready..." he trailed off as he walked forward on Susan's ridiculously high heels.
Looking at Susan's long, lovely legs and feeling the cool air of the room on them, Jeff couldn't help but reach down and run the strange new fingers he found himself possessing over their smooth, supple surfaces. "Jesus..." he whispered, "This is really Susan's body...my head is on Susan's body..." he continued as he looked over the beautiful young woman's body from his new all too close vantage point. He ran Susan's hands up and over his new hips and on to her tight little belly. As he continued upward he felt the curve of her amazing tits straining against both the fabric of her purple shirt, and, what Jeff could only assume was a bra. Having long admired Mrs. Watalski's body from afar, he was actually beginning to enjoy the opportunity to assess it from such an incredibly close position when the bizarre reality of what was happening hit him.
Jeff looked up at himself in the mirror and gazed at his shocked, original male face now resting on Susan's slender shoulders. He looked at the necklace that had obviously put him there and shook his head. "I've got to get back to my own body!"
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