Body Thief
Body Thief
The woman in the red dress runs past Michael clutching a leather briefcase. She descends the museum steps as he climbs them. He just has time to take-in her gorgeous face and figure before she flew by him. He pauses to admire her firm backside and long legs as she races to the bottom of the steps.
“Fuck” she swears, pausing where the steps met the piazza beyond.
“Fuck, fucking cunt!” she curses with more force than Michael would have expected from such an elegant young woman.
She looks around as if expecting to see someone. Then shaking her head she turns and runs back up the steps to Michael. He opens his mouth to ask her if she needs any help but before he can speak she interrupts him.
“You’ll have to do I guess. “ she says grabbing his wrist “Sorry about this buddy but my ride split on me and a lot of people are gonna have a lot of questions for this face very soon”
She produces a jewelled broach from inside her bra and touches it to Michael’s forehead before he can ask what she is talking about. The world spins around him and then he is laying flat on his back feeling very strange.
A familiar face looms over him, it is his own face the same face he sees in the mirror every day. The other Michael is holding the same broach the woman had been holding before.
“You okay in there?” the man with Michael’s face asks bending to grab the leather briefcase he is holding. “I really do feel bad about this but if it’s you or me then I choose you.”
The man steps back looking down at himself with a grin
“Gotta say feels good to have one of these again.” he leers grabbing his crotch he cocks his head hearing sirens in the distance. “Welp, that’s my cue to leave, one word of advice before I go. Your name is Maria Alvarez and you are in a lot of trouble. Lucky for you your family is rich so you should get a good lawyer. You’ll be out in a couple of years unless you do something dumb like try and tell them who you really are. Trust me a lengthy stay in the loony bin is no fun. Anyway good luck, maybe I’ll see you around.”
And with that cryptic statement, he turned and walked coolly away.
Michael watches him leave not understanding anything that’s happening until he looks down and sees the red dress wrapped around his now very female body
“Holy shit, I have tits!” he squeals in his new higher voice “That bitch stole my body!”
He calls after his own back as he struggles to stand in his new shoes but he (she?) ignores him and a second later he is tackled by a security guard. The burly guard pins him down demanding to know what he has done with the jewels. Michael wants to protest his innocence but in the end, he just shakes his head. He knows that his former body is right, they’ll never believe him. Not only is he trapped in a stranger’s body but he is probably going to jail for a crime he didn’t commit.
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