Not making a decision, your hand hovers over the different stacks of pictures. At 6' 4" tall, you've always felt your height made you stand out. A curiosity makes your fingers brush over one pile in particular. The feeling of always standing out in a crowd, is something you've grown used to all your life. Literally and metaphorically, now would seem the right time to shrink from the light, and disappear into the crowd.
Idly, you find yourself flicking through the various girls presented to you. A thrill races through your veins, as you flip the picture over. While there are no identifying features, the back contains a brief list of their physical attributes. When you read some of the girls heights, you have to wonder if it's a miss print. Some of them are shorter than 5' tall. That truly would be lost in the crowd.
As you admire the women, you're taken with their beauty. Like china dolls, many look incredibly fragile, and far too petite from their details. Your expression flicks through fear, admiration, intrigue, as you think about them.
It's a chilling thought to think that soon you could be in that body. Safe from the Mob, but ripped from your family and friends. The warnings against getting in touch with people from your old life given for your (and their) own benefit.
One woman has gorgeous plump lips, and a tiny mouth, looking so inviting, her eyes are sexy and emerald. Your thoughts turning to blow jobs, and imagining them wrapped around your cock. Her cheeks hollowing and filling as she worked your cock, with enthusiasm and experience.
Almost dropping the picture, you realise it could be you behind those eyes. Your mouth filled to overflowing with a warm, stale cock. Shuddering your drop that picture back onto the stack. The distant vague thought fills your mind, do you want to be attractive, or plain, fat or thin, (busty or flat: your mind sniggers).