Jeff watched as alien, slender fingers typed a response on his new body's phone. "Running late...lol. Just have to hit my P.O. box and I'll be on my way girly-girl." The fingers hit send and slid the phone back into the purse he had slung over his shoulder.
Jeff's stunningly beautiful new womanly continued on it's way, high heels clicking on the pavement as his new long, supple legs strode onward. With no input what-so-ever into what course the body he now found his bespectacled teenage male head now found itself firmly affixed too, Jeff could do little but watch as he was taken along for the ride.
The sensations and feel of his new body were as overwhelming as they were unusual to his experience. His eyes fluttered as memories, memories not his own, apparently those of the gorgeous woman who's body he was now stuck with fell like an avalanche into his consciousness. He was aware of Regina "Gina" Hernandez's morning plans, in a vague, detached way. He hadn't experienced any of the memories he was now being flooded with himself, coming to understand them more in the way someone who had read an account of, or seen a televised documentary of something's having happened would.
Gina, a very successful stripper was getting some of her morning errands wrapped up before heading into the upper-scale "Gentleman's Club" where she shook what the good Lord gave her for a great deal of money on a weekly basis. Jeff felt slightly slightly nauseous as he recalled, dimly, as if he had seen it at some point in the past, Gina's erotic and incredibly sexy movements on stage. "Oh God..." he muttered as his new body strode up the stairs and into the Post Office.
Jeff's mind raced as Gina's knowledge washed over him. She was hitting a P.O. Box she had set-up to receive gifts and baubles her more grateful "clients" tended to send her. After retrieving a small wrapped package or two and sliding them into his/her purse, Jeff gathered up a pair of floral bouquets and continued on out of the Post Office and down the sidewalk.
Jeff's brow furrowed as he tried to assert some, ANY, kind of control over the body he now found himself saddled with. Unfortunately, he seemed to have no abiltiy to do so as it continued on it's merry way; hips swaying and heels clicking.
Finally, Jeff's body came to a large, new black SUV. He found himself reaching into his purse to retrieve a set of keys. Hitting the button on them, he saw the tailgate pop open so that he could drop his new presents off. Placing the bouquets inside, Jeff's "borrowed" body next...
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