This choice: The guys somehow smuggle her head into work. • Go Back...Chapter #6The guys somehow smuggle her head into work. by: Unknown Steven attempted to place Natasha's head on the left over body in the skip.
"No fucking way are you putting my head on that inferior body!" Yelled Natasha.
"But, you need a body. And this is the only one left." Replied Steven.
"I spent years getting my body in great shape. I am not about to lose two cup sizes, three inches in height and this body doesn't exactly look as fit as mine." Natasha continued yelling, almost foaming at the mouth before continuing. "I'd rather just be a head."
Steven didn't know what to say.
"Geez calm down. We're just trying to help!" Rob chimed in.
Steven grabbed an old carrier bag from the skip and put in Natasha's head.
"Hey what are you doing?" protested Natasha.
Steven sighed. "We can't just carry your disembodied head. We have to hide you."
"Hide who!?" yelled an angry Liz accompanied by Emma and Elizabeth.
"We've been looking everywhere for you and we find you slacking out the back." She continued.
Emma grabs the bag off Steven and looks inside.
"Hi!" says Natasha's head nervously.
Emma shrieks at the top of her lungs as Liz and Elizabeth rush over.
Meanwhile the thief was down the road walking towards the local JD Sport. She takes off her balaclava and adjusts her glasses as she lets her long brown hair flow down. She might actually be quite pretty if she didn't wear glasses.
The thief enters the clothing store looking for something less conspicuous to wear. Needing something other than the Wilko top, black trousers and sneakers. She was more of a converse kind of girl anyway. Converse and baggy cargo pants to hide her formerly chunky legs.
But today was time for a change. Time to wear what you always wanted to but couldn't pull it off in your former body.
The thief grabs a pair of tiny denim shorts, a gray vest exposing the midriff and a pair of black flip flops.
She heads to the changing rooms and strips completely naked, admiring her new athletic body. It would be nice to get to know this body a little better, but there was no time. She has a meeting to attend with one of the ring leaders of the body theft organisation.
The thief quickly admired her completely waxed smooth crotch before putting on the denim shorts. It was so short that it exposed a little bit of her perfectly timed ass. She then put on the best opting to leave the bra off. After all she was enjoying the feeling of her larger breasts hanging free (but still pert).
Next the thief put on the flip flops and looked in the mirror smiling. She loved her washboard abs and taller, sexier body.
Leaving the changing rooms the thief leaves behind the Wilko top, bra and knickers, opting to go commando. She takes the trousers and sneakers just in case.
The thief leaves the store without paying. She did just steal a body. She wasn't about to start paying for clothes.
The thief makes her way back towards Wilko and heads into the local Costa and orders a coffee. Once it arrives she takes a seat and awaits her contact.
While taking a sip of her coffee, she notices a tall woman about 5'10" walk in. She was fairly pretty for her age, maybe early forties, but she looked like she had the body of an 18 year old fashion model.
The woman gets her own coffee and sits down to join her.
"You must be Helen." greets the woman.
Replying the thief says. "Yes and you are?"
The woman nearly sneers before returning to her calm demeanor. "You don't need to know my name. Great body by the way. Very athletic. And a decent set of breasts. I guess you've passed your initiation. But where's the blade?"
Helen panicked for a moment. Where was the blade she thought to herself. Did I drop it? Oh no. But she couldn't let the contact know.
"I left it somewhere safe. I didn't want to be seen carrying a blade in public. After all my new outfit doesn't lend itself to hiding things."
"Clever girl." Replied the nameless woman with a wink. "Anyway, here's your first assignment." The woman slips a dossier towards Helen, finished her coffee and walks out, strutting like she's on a catwalk.
Helen opens the dossier. It seems a local Salon owner named Carly is looking for a younger, taller body.
The target was a girl named Rebekah who worked at the local Wilko.
Helen just held her head, grinding her teeth, not believing her luck.
"Oh great! Just my luck. This should have been an in and out job, but not only do I have to steal this body from Wilko, I probably left the blade there too!"
Helen suddenly remembered that she saw an advert on the store front at Wilko. New staff required - immediate start.
Helen finished her coffee and headed back towards Wilko. She didn't want to stay there any longer than required. After all, what if that bitch in the skip recognises her old body.
Added to that Helen didn't want to even see her old body. She hated it. Even if this other girl was wearing it. Although part of her felt a little turned on at the thought of this bitch being downgraded. Little did she know that Natasha just flat out refused to wear her old body.
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