Hank decided he couldn't do it. He couldn't live life in the upper crust of society. He had no problem dealing with professionals or white collar people, but this was a big step up from that. Plus, he figured he would try for a woman that was single. It would still be difficult, but if he was wtih some romantically with that body, at least a small amount of his personality could shine through and (probably) not get him kicked into a new body. With a husband, that really wasn't an option.
Hank walked upstairs, and into the bathroom where Amy's husband was taking a shower. Amy's husband called out.
"Amy, need something?" He asked.
"I've got to tell you something."
"What's that?"
"Well, I'm not your wife at all, I'm a man named Hank, and somehow my head is on you wife's body, and I'm just telling you this so I'll not be here anymore...
Suddenly, the bathroom was gone. Hank looked around and saw he was in an office. He looked down and was greeted by 36D breasts and a pair of killer legs in black stockings. Above that was a black skirt that was several inches above the knee, and a black pinstripe blouse. A pair of white heels completed the look.
Damnit, Hank thought. If he had to guess, he would say he was a secretary, and, more likely than not, one who was not selected for any abilities as a secretary. He looked at his hands. They were tan, with black nail polish, and it looked to be from the skin that his new body was no more than thirty, and more likely in her early to mid-twenties.
His train of thought was interrupted as the office door opened and someone appeared. Who is it?
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