From his second story apartment window, Roy scanned the parking lot for a suitable test subject for his new technological toy. He quickly spotted a familiar figure – a geeky, nerdy-looking college-aged girl who frequently passed through the parking lot each day. Roy guessed the woman was nineteen or twenty years old. She had frizzy, long brown hair that was done up in a messy bun today. Wispy strands of mousey-brown hair had already escaped from the bun at the back of her head and waved about in the breeze. She had thick, black horned rim glasses, but an innocent, pretty looking face. Today she was even wearing a bit of lipstick. The girl was dressed in a gray, hooded sweatshirt that sported the “Battlestar Galactica” logo across the front. She was thin-framed and short, and her modest, small breasts barely pushed out at all from beneath the heavy sweatshirt. She was wearing a black, knee-length skirt, a pair of bright, neon red tights, and a pair of dull brown ugg boots. She had a heavy, blue fabric backpack slung across one shoulder.
Roy smiled mischievously, pointed the futuristic device out the window, carefully aimed it at the nerd girl, and pushed the button. Now in order to effect a Role Swap, he knew he'd need a secondary target. But who... or what?
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