... different. As the feeling returned, starting at the top of his neck, he reflexively reached up with one hand to reasure his sense of touch was back but instead, he felt smooth skin instead of a shirt and oddly pointed indentions from longer fingernails. He froze, and a tight knot formed in the pit of his stomach as he looked down, dreading the sight below. He let out an involuntary gasp at the pair of breasts in the open top. A stomach curved away then flared out to wide hips in a dark maroon work outfit before ending below his knees with a tight skirt. He raised out his arms, hoping that it was only an illusion, only to see a women's beige jacket with manicured hands and an expensive looking watch on the right wrist. Sam stared at fingers longer and slimmer his own, then blinked as he belatedly realized he heard a soft smack on his right and looked down to see a brown leather case on the floor his hand was holding. A strap with a purse was on the shoulder and let it slip off and end up on the floor with a clatter as he started to worriedly feel around his waist. He almost squeaked as one of his new hands grabbed far too much butt than he should have had and he quickly let go.
Sam glanced around and began to panic when he couldn't see his original body, because it logically would have been right in front of him; instead he only saw the empty row with other headless bodies standing stiffly to attention. His mind began to race."This can't be happening, I'm mean, this sounds and looks like a B rated scifi movie plot because PEOPLE CANT RIP OFF HEADS AND SWAP THEM!" He forced his arms to remain still as he tried to control his breathing so he could come to grip with his shocking reality. He almost failed as he became distraced by the feel his new rack moving up and down with his smaller chest.
"PLEASE REMAIN STILL AS WE TRANSPORT YOU AND REMEMBER TO ALWAYS ADHERE TO ELENA CASTILLO'S LIFE AS SHE LIVED IT. RANDOM SWAPPING WITH OUR STOCK RESETS THE TRIAL PERIOD AS IT IS THE ONLY WAY WE CAN ENSURE A FAIR ATTEMPT FOR SATISFACTION" the loud voice in his head spoke and Sam quickly weighed his options. As he was stuck to the body of an adult woman of a different ethnicity, the belived the voice's warning that he was going to be a woman for a year and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. From all the stories he read from similar fictional sceniaros, he knew he shouldn't push his luck or could end up on top of an even worse body! From the back of his mind, a thought drifted up suggesting that his current form wasn't too bad. Sam shook his head. There was only one other possibility, if he took off and searched for an office or a control room, maybe he could get them to fix this! Sam took a deep breath and made his choice...
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