George was very unsettled as he walked away. It wasn't just that he was now an attractive woman. It was what happened as well that caused it in the first place. All he did was touch someone.
Maybe this is all some sort of fucked-up dream. Maybe I've lost my mind. Maybe, maybe, maybe, damnit, what the hell is going on?! This is the sort of stuff that happened if your on acid, and even that eventually fades.
George, however, was stone sober. And, he knew, he had no history whatsoever of mental issues. He might have some mild neurotic tendencies, but that was the extent of it. While he loved fantasy, he himself was never fantasy-prone. He never confused fiction and reality.
He went inside a nearby clothing store. Normally, the employees would leave him alone. He knew in order to blend in, he had to go to the woman's section. He clicked over there. Once behind a large rack of clothes, he decided to slap himself.
Whap! It had surprising force to it, and there was not only pain from the hit, but the residual that refused to go away until a couple of minutes later.
Well, at least I'm not dreaming. I'm in some milf's body.
As he stood there, a saleswoman came over to him.
"Ma'am,is there anything I can help you with?"
George looked over. The girl was shorter, olive-skinned, pretty, and black-haired. She had on a white button-up blouse, black knee-length skirt, tan nylon pantyhose, and stylish black flats. Stylish? How would I know that? His mind worked into overdrive while he smiled back at the woman and picked up two blouses on the rack.
How do I know that? Could I...
George realized what his body's name was, where she lived, everything, even her knowledge and her muscle memory. In theory, if he did this, he could be anyone. Not only that, he would know how to do what they do.
He wondered now if he could switch bodies, or if it was just this one woman. He decided to touch the woman beside him. He reach over like he was handing her one of the blouses, and brushed his hand against her bare skin on her hand.
Suddenly, his perspective had changed. He looked over at the saleswoman, who now had the milf's former body. He felt shorter, and felt the pantyhose covering his legs.
"Ma'am, which one would you like?" George said instantly. As he waited, he searched her mind. He could remember everything his current body had ever done, and knew all the thing she could do. The only question was, does George retain all the knowledge and skills of the former body?
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