Greg saw his vision fade out an everything disappear. After a few seconds, his vision returned. He excitedly looked down, hoping to see Joe's muscular body.
What came next was a total shock.
He didn't have Joe's body. Hell, he had no idea whose body it was, but he sure as hell wasn't a man anymore.
He saw a black halter top under a thing black zip-up hoodie. He felt two C-cup breasts, and saw a lean female form under it. His gaze dropped down to a blue denim miniskirt, a pair of black opaque pantyhose, blue over-the-knee socks, and black chucks on his feminine feet. He had on blue nail polish.
Why did she take the necklace, and, more than that, how the fuck did I miss this girl? He wondered.
He walked over to the door, opened it, and looked at the front of it. She lived on the same floor, same building, across from Amber. From the hallway, he could now hear her and Joe having some very hot sex in her room. Greg frowned and closed the door. That should him on Joe's body, not here on some random woman.
He looked around and found her student ID. Her name was Melissa Prideaux, and a senior. He searched around her room and found out she was an economics major, had plenty of friends, and was also very sexually active, given her birth control and several packs of condoms. She also liked to have fun herself, as Greg found her dildo in her sock and stockings drawer.
Greg...
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