This choice: Wear it so you can be her. • Go Back...Chapter #5Wear it so you can be her. by: Unknown Under fifteen minutes later the pink-haired shopgirl has the shop open for business again. There's no sign of the nerdy guy who paid twenty dollars for the pen-like gadgets that supposedly can turn someone into a people suit and provide the wearer with his or her memories and personality. Everything seems normal.
Of course, you're wearing the girl, and her clothes, thinking her thoughts and feeling her feelings and acting utterly indistinguishable from her. Your Josh Pollak clothes are in a shopping bag behind the counter, and your Josh wallet and keys, and the box with those magic pens, are in your new self's purse. As Josh you'd left your phone at home: one less thing to dispose of should you decide to give up being Josh permanently and stay the cute pink-haired Melissa Kowalski, invariably known as Lissa.
Of course there's no need to stay Lissa, but so far you're totally in love with your ebullient, feminine new self. Finding a sodden tampon at the crotch of the Lissa suit nearly kept you from going through with your takeover of her entire identity, but you put the Lissa suit on, became her, and put in a fresh tampon from your purse. Being sweet Lissa on the rag beats the crap out of being Josh on a good day. You remember that before you took Lissa over she'd found your Josh self kind of cute, but you'll take the certainty of having Lissa by being her over some remote chance of having her as a girlfriend.
Customers. As Lissa you know them all, like them, flirt with anyone from gay guys to straight chicks to people who are actually interested in your feminine self. Actually you're a straight chick now and stingy with sexual favors, but friendly and helpful and well-liked. It's worlds better than being Josh.
A little before six the owner shows up to take over running the shop until it closes at nine. He lets you leave early and you let him give your cute-chick body a bear hug. You hop a bus and soon you're home, a house shared with five other people on the other side of campus from where Josh lived. You've taken along the Josh clothes; you're not sure why. You help your housemates fix dinner, you eat, you go to your room. Your housemates adore you. You love being adorable and adored.
You'd gotten only a quick look at your new body when you became you, so you undress at the full-length mirror on your closet door. You pinch your cute cheeks with your dainty hands, heft your hard little pink nippled breasts. Your pink pubic hair needs a touch-up although it would look just fine if its natural brown. Your thighs and what you can see of your rear look excellent. Your contentment as Lissa with your body is spiced considerably by the Josh self hiding deep inside you.
You've gone from miserable nerdy guy to happy little hot chick in minutes. Life is good now.
A week later, you've thrown out the Josh clothes and cut up and disposed of Josh's ID cards and credit cards and all. The only apparent connection between you and Josh Pollak are the pen-shaped things that made you the girl you are, nobody but you know about them, and he's become you, the girl who sold them to him.
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