After watching your dead body now with a young woman's head burning in the crematory you looked for any clues as to what had happened. You saw a black purse sitting in the corner and strutted over to pick it up. You noticed a feminine sway in your new perfect hips as your 3 inch heels clicked on the pavement. It seemed that somehow you had managed to learn how to walk in such unstable things. You finally grab the purse with your red-nailed hands and began to rummage through it. You pulled out a small wallet and pulled it out to reveal what looked like your face. You read the information and found out the name of the girl, Samantha Andrews. She was twenty five and lived in downtown Chicago. You then looked at the photo and was surprised at what you saw. You saw your own middle aged head perched on top of what obviously were Samantha's shoulders. You threw the wallet back into the purse and slung it over your shoulder and tried to find a way out of the morgue.
You exited the room and saw a nearby staircase which you immediately entered and began walking downstairs. You tried to think of why your face was on Samantha's license, but you could draw no conclusions. You continued walking down the stairs until you reached the parking garage level. You reached into the purse and pulled out the keys to a Ford Fusion and began wandering the parking lot looking for the car. As you searched you began to notice the sweet smelling perfume that now covered your body. As you walked clicking the beeper to the car you heard a honk and spotted Samantha's car. As you finally reached the car, a woman's voice greeted you, "Samantha what are you doing in the parking lot? I thought you were working this shift." You turned around and saw an average looking woman of about thirty looking directly at you. You then tell the woman in Samantha's sweet voice, "I don't know who you're talking about." The lady then chuckled and looked at your body, "Samantha I would recognize that cute little body of yours anywhere. Are you feeling sick or something." You then told the woman that you were sick and she let you go.
As you climbed into the car you realized what had happened. You had escaped from jail but lost your life, and in turn gained the life of Samantha Andrews. You couldn't believe it. As far as anybody knew you were Samantha. You had her voice and her body, but for some strange reason you had kept your head. Saving these questions for later you decided to...
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