Just before the gypsy guard left the jail cells, he was stopped mid-track when another officer came rushing in. This time, it was a young brunette on the shorter side. "What happened? I thought I heard you yell something earlier..."
"I'm sorry. I was just apprehending one of the prisoners who got a wee bit rowdy. That's all," the gypsy responded nonchalantly, fully assuming the role of the guard flawlessly as if he had extensive experience conducting this sort of thing.
"You mean the perennial offender back there? Wait..." the female officer exclaimed. She frantically rushed to the bars of Russell's cell, surprised to find the cell empty.
In the meantime, Russell returned to his ghost form, floating just above his cell. When the gypsy was conversing with the officer earlier, Russell was deep in thought about the events that have transpired so far. Of course, there were many questions he wanted to ask, to prod, to answer. However, he simply didn't have the means if he were just stuck in his jail cell most of the day. That was when he recalled the gypsy's magic words, and quietly chanted them once more.
The gypsy guard knew what happened when he glanced at the empty cell, quietly thankful that it distracted the officer from noticing his empty cell. Facing up in the air, knowing that Russell must be there, he said, "You know what to do next, right?" He simultaneously pointed at the officer, as if motioning Russell his next move. The officer turned back, noticeably confused at the gypsy's words. "What do you mean, I know what to do? How should we find them? How should we report to the higher-ups?"
The gypsy simply sneered as he opened the door, preparing to exit. "Don't worry, you'll understand soon," he spoke his last words before closing the door behind him.
Several feet in the air, Russell nodded, knowing exactly when the gypsy intended. He should simply copy what the gypsy did with the guard. While he would have much preferred wielding a tall, muscular body like the guard's, Russell wasn't exactly in a position to choose. He felt his ghost form slowly expiring, and he could perceive some sort of "tether" restraining him to the location where he dematerialized. "Damn, I wish the gypsy told me these beforehand."
Seeing the woman about to leave the cells in pursuit of the "guard", Russell knew he had to pounce. Any doubts of his new body dissipated when he extended his body towards her back. Bracing for hard impact, Russell was instead greeted by a soothing sensation, as if he just dipped in a warm bath. In reality, he saw his form slowly seeping into the officer's back.
For the officer, it was the opposite. As she walking towards the door, she suddenly felt a cold sting on her back. It emanated throughout her back and into her internals. She felt herself freezing up, as her mind could no longer handle the incoming frost. Soon, she went limp and collapsed just before the doorway.
Russell woke up to cold concrete as he slowly lifted himself from the ground. At first, he thought he had just rematerialized back in his cell. To his surprise, he found that he was now on the other side of bars, and he was no longer constrained by his ghost form. Of course, everything's not the same. Russell felt smaller, weaker, and oddly proportioned in regards to his body. He glanced down to see two large orbs distending from his chest, propped up from his new bra beneath the officer uniform he now wore, consisting of a white button-up shirt, blue tie, and an outer blue jacket emblazoned with badges that Russell could only associate with terrible experiences. Underneath were some of the tightest garments he has wore thus far, including a pair of tan pantyhose, a blue miniskirt, and even the outline of the panties he now had underneath. His dainty feet were adorned with black heels. Aside from his new breasts, another significant difference he now had was the mane of brown hair extending behind his back. For all intensive purposes, he was looking at the female officer's body, but it's also his body, as he could feel every nook and cranny of this form. In addition to the fact that he was no longer confined to the cell behind him, it all just felt like a dream. Yet, the sensation was all too real.
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