Jeff watched from his new perch as Regina's body drover the SUV along the city's boulevards towards a strip club he had never actually personally seen, but he was now aware of do to the massive influx of Regina's memories he had recently been subjected too.
As his new heeled feet worked the pedals, and his lady-like hands turned the steering wheel, Jeff couldn't help but watch and marvel at the sheer oddity of the scenes he was now driving past.
He watched as a gorgeous young jogger stretched against a street-lamp at the corner of a park. The young woman was stunning, her full breasts pushing against the fabric of her tight pink shirt, her amazing little derrier doing the same against the material of her tiny grey shorts.
Jeff suddenly grew uncomfortable as he realized he wasn't appreciating the female form of the jogger's body in quite the same way as he had been used too. He wondered where his old friends, his former dick and balls were at at that very moment, and who's head was sitting atop his original body's shoulders!
Jeff's discomfort was set aside as he suddenly became aware that he recognized that jogger's body, or rather, his new body's memories recalled the lovely runner's form. Regina's former body slowly pulled up next to the still stretching amateur athlete with an old black man's head. Jeff realized the jogger was...
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