Your name is/was Ray Haywood, you were a somewhat new detective, not that anyone would guess that currently.
Right now, you're body, infused with Amniom was molded and squished into the form of a Young Woman, and a Prostitute at that.
You were standing on a corner, in fishnet pantyhose, spike heels, a leather mini-skirt, and tube top which seemed to cover less than it exposed.
Since Soliciting Prostitution was a crime, you and your parnter Jack were on a stakeout to catch anyone that would Hire a Prostitute, And no prostitute would agree to work while being watched by the police, it was up to a coin flip between you and Jack, this time it was you.
You took a drag from your fake cigarette, you didn't smoke, but smoking helped sell the role, Jack was around the corner keeping a close eye on you if things got hairy, probably laughing his ass off watching you, but it'd be his turn next time a TF job came up.
You tried for the umpteenth time to adjust your tube top to better support your tits, they were freaking heavy, and not having a bra made standing out here for the past hour a real pain.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a car park around the corner and a man get out and head your way, you glanced Towards Jack's unmarked Police car to signal that this might be your guy.
You did your best to look sexy as he walked your way.
"Hey Handome, 50 bucks for an hour of me" You flirt, with a wink.
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