This choice: He rematerializes, but on a different body in the coffee shop. • Go Back...Chapter #4He rematerializes, but on a different body in t... by: Unknown Frank saw the coffee shop all around him. He smiled. The damn thing actually worked. He took one step and nearly fell over. He looke down, then, in panic, he went to the family restroom where he could be alone for a few seconds. He needed to take in what he had seen. He didn't think anyone had noticed him, he was out there for only a few seconds.
A look in the mirror confirmed at least part of it, but it too held surprises.
Frank head and neck looked perfectly normal, but below that was the body of a rather pretty woman. He looked down at his new, thin figure with B-cup breasts and long, graceful legs encases in tan pantyhose. He didn't know what to do. If this body was wearing jeans and a hoodie, he could put that over his head and move quick, but the rest of the clothing was what he assumed to be her bra and panties, white peacoat, white silk blouse, a tan skirt that came about an inch above the knee, and tan heels. There was no way he could look normal like that. His head did not look feminine at all.
After a couple of minutes of thought, and a rifle through the poor woman's purse, he figured what he would do. He would take off the heels, run to her car, hopefully close by, and drive to his place, then go to his apartment and hope to god that the woman who had his body was there. He had found what her car looked like from her phone, and hoped the remoted controlled door opener was loud enough for him to locate it.
He (she now) took a couple of deep breaths, then bolted out of the coffeeshop. People looked, but he was moving too quick for them to get a good look at him. A couple of people stared, but it could have been for any number of reasons.
He saw a white Honda Civic and hit the remote. It clicked open and he ran into it, carrying his new body's heels. He threw them onto the passenger's seat, buckled in, and burned rubber into he got to his apartment.
He took the steps two at a time. He lived on the third floor and was there quickly. He had to admit, his new body was in good shape. He knocked on the door, not sure what was going to happen.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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