Jamal locked eyes with the woman, she looked just as shocked as he felt. Her pretty young white head framed by blond tresses stared back at him through her glasses.
Now taller than he was, the white skin of her noggin gave way to the dark flesh of his former neck. It was undeniable, her lovely head was now perched atop his former 50-year-old black MALE body, still clad in his prison jumpsuit and securely cuffed.
Looking down, Jamal teetered in the young woman's high heels as he gazed upon the sight of her former body now below his chin. He felt the cool air of the elevator interior on his exposed legs, along with goosebumps now forming on the rather impressive cleavage her low-cut top showed off to best effect.
"Tits..." Jamal whispered to himself as he was forced to confront the fact that his head was now firmly affixed to the young agent's female body. He marveled as her arms lifted her delicate hands up, her former fingers moving as he willed them too.
The guard startled them both as he pushed Jamal's former body back against the elevator's rear wall. "Are you okay miss?!?! I knew this creep was up to something with his phony belly-aching!"
The young woman gasped as the guard kneed her in Jamal's former gut. "B-but....<cough>...me...he's...<cough>!!!"
Jamal managed to overcome some of his shock and respond. "Uh...yeah. Yea dog...I'm good." It was still his husky male voice.
"Are you sure ma'am?" the guard looked over his shoulder at an amazed Jamal, genuine concern on his face.
He didn't see?!?! He didn't realize what had happened?!? He thought Jamal was the young lady agent despite their bizarre head transplant?!? "I...uh...yeah...I think so. Do I look alright to you man?"
The guard couldn't help but smile. "Well, you look great miss, but I'm more concerned with how you feel. You're sure he didn't hurt you?"
A sly grin slowly emerged on Jamal's face. "Yeah. I'm fine. Better than that, in fact."
The young woman, struggling to recover her breath coughed and finally managed to protest. "That's my body!!! Don't you see, that's mine!!! This is wrong!!!"
The guard gave her a quick punch in Jamal's stomach again, causing her to double over. "Shut up, ya horny bastard! I don't care how long you've been locked up. Keep your hands off of her!"
Jamal dropped down into a crouch, doing his best to keep his balance on his new high heels as his new rack pulled him forward. He gathered up the files and binder the young woman had dropped and stood back up. "It's okay man. Thanks for watching out for lil ole me."
Jamal continued to smile as he strode out of the now-open elevator doors, his broad new tush swaying as he clicked along in her former heels towards freedom.
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