Sharon pulled down the straps of her pink clothing down and slowly exposed her breasts. Light pink nubs emerged that hardened from the cold air. She grasped them curiously and squeezed her breasts. Tingles of pleasure ran through her slender frame as she moved onto a chair. She felt so light and fit as the sound of a nearby door made her quickly hide her breasts. Standing at the door was an extremely tall, dark man with short black hair and piercing brown eyes. He was smiling at her while he leaned into the doorway. He was shirtless, and the guy was packing a body builder’s body. “Damn, Emily, I didn’t realize you wanted to start this soon.”
The sight of him made Sharon bite her lower lip. She didn’t know what she was thinking, but her body was so turned on at that point that she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she wasn’t in Shannon’s body - the only thing she cared about was the man approaching her. “Emily?” He stepped even closer, only to notice the girl’s phone on the ground. He frowned and tapped the screen curiously. “Huh, you got a text.” Smiling naughtily, Sharon spread her legs apart. Just before she could get a chance to feel what it was like to have a real man worship her, the man handed the phone to her. The phone started glowing when she brushed its surface by accident. Soon, she was back in her old body with her shitty boyfriend.
“How did it go? What happened?” Matt asked.
Frustrated by what had happened, she tried to open her mouth. “Matt, something’s wrong. I’m in here body still. I’m Shannon.” That was when Sharon realized that she was trapped as a passenger. “No, I’m Emily.” Confused, she screamed and screamed, but she was stuck with two other people controlling her Asian body. They tried everything, but their souls were stuck together forever.
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