Heavenly Body

I never even saw the truck that killed me which I guess if you’ve got to go is the way to go, quick and painless. 

There was a bright light and I found myself standing before the pearly gates, choirs of angels on clouds, Saint Peter in his flowing white robes the whole bit. I was ready to get my harp and halo but Saint Peter explained it wasn’t my time yet. He was sending me back to earth to fulfil my destiny and giving me a new body in which to do it. Before I could ask what was so special about me or what my destiny was supposed to be I felt myself falling. 

I woke up in a strange apartment in a young, healthy and decidedly female body. I guess most guys would have freaked out about suddenly becoming a girl but i was just happy to be alive. Besides this new me felt right somehow, comfortably. I spent many pleasurable hours exploring myself and learning exactly what this body could do. I  soon realised that there was more to my new self than the physical change, i was filled with a new sense of purpose,  a holy mission if you will. 

This body was a gift and my destiny was to share it with those lost and lonely souls that needed to be reminded that there can be joy in the world. 

So what do you say sweetheart, why don’t you let this heavenly body take you on a trip to paradise? 

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