This choice: A lady in her early twenties texting her friends. • Go Back...Chapter #4A lady in her early twenties texting her friends. by: Unknown James wasn't putting a lot of complex thought about potential scenarios into his urge to swap something of his with another person. All of the options were literally available to him at face value, as far as he was concerned. "Hoooly shit....." He quietly curses, watching as a super voluptuous latina woman walked by. She was ferociously typing out a text on her phone, and was turning her head to look around every so often. "Hot damn; she's got one fine body! And that outfit, is it even allowed in this mall!?" He wondered, noting that this sexy lady had on only a light blue bikini, black flip flops and a pair of shades. There was also a very expensive looking necklace around her neck, but he didn't even notice that with her body on display. Dressed more like she was fit for a beach instead of visiting the mall, James adored how her suit clung tightly to her thick curves and jiggling assets.
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Having focused on her entire appearance, James makes the somewhat intentional, yet partially subconscious full body swap with her. Finding himself still standing in the same spot, the cool air conditioned breeze through the mall flows across his smooth, tan skin. Tickling sensitive areas like his bare cleavage and stomach, it elicits a feminine giggle from James. Outstretching his arms, James examines his new body, finding that the woman's nails had a slightly eccentric polish design on them. "She must go out of her way to make every inch of this body look good." He figures, resisting urges to touch this body out in the open. Taking no more than a few steps forward, it was surprising how well the bikini supports James' huge breasts whilst still allowing for ample jiggle physics. Growing even more amused by the situation, James can't help but wonder, "If only Eric was here to see this, he'd have a stroke from seeing me now." Followed by another giggle.
Just then, he finally realized that the woman's purse was hanging over his right shoulder and he held her phone in his hands. "Oh, well, let's see who she was texting. Hehe." James deviously decides, holding the phone up, which thankfully hasn't had enough time of inactivity to return to the lockscreen. Gina, the text read, I literally just walked right out of the shop with it around my neck. No one payed any attention to it; those horn dogs were too busy staring at my body. Your convoluted plan was genius! This was definitely an alarming message, as James learned that this woman was a shoplifter and had the evidence for all to see around what is currently his neck. "Oh shit!" He states, dropping the phone into his purse; nervously looking around like this body's original owner was doing before. Thankfully, the woman also hadn't walked any further away, in shock that she was now a younger caucasian guy.
What ended up startling them both was a loud, "Stop, thief!" The latina woman immediately thinks she was caught and bolts out of there, not bothering to deal with her swapping issue right now. "Aw crap; I can't let her get away with my body. Especially since I look like her!" Aiming to swap back, James is unfortunately made aware that the TSAR is not around his dainty finger. He loudly says, "Wait, what?!" And sees his body, hands clenched into a fist; a small, dark band of color going across his ring finger. "She's got the ring, too!? No!" James worries, watching as she leaves. If he ends up being stuck in this body, there's no way he'd really be able to go home. There was no way his family would believe a buxom, dark skinned woman was their young son, even if she swore on her life.
Running right after his body, James finds that sprinting is not a task easily done in flip flops and with voluptuous curves. "Fuck; and she's not even out of shape. Just too much weight hanging from my chest!" He curses, slowing getting out of breath. Looking back, the pursuing security guard was looking directly at James, fully believing that he was the shoplifting woman; and it's blatantly obvious why the guard thinks that. Picking up the pace and turning back forward, it would seem that the woman managed to get out of sight in that brief lapse of surveillance. "No!" James whispered, feeling despair sink into his heart.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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