Apparently you were a peeping tom in your other body

"Oh. Right..." you say, staring at print-outs from your camera. You spend a few minutes ruffling through them. Picture after picture taken through open windows, blinds up, partly open, or in a couple of them through car windows. All of them had partially clothed girls and women in them.

It's probably a good thing you found these. You wouldn't want the new you... that is, the former Sue, now you, to have found these. A good number of them are of her. In her room, in the shower, and at her boyfriend's in various stages of making out. Not that you'd had a fixation on her, but naked girls are naked girls, even if they are your sister. Besides, your partner-in-arms took most of those pictures.

Speaking of whom.... You find it odd that you can't quite recall details about him right now. It's like your mind's all foggy or something. Probably because of the shock of waking up a girl, not to mention the whole masturbating-like-a-nympho thing.

Standing up you keep looking at the pictures, and then at the computer. You've got a larger stash on there, not just your favorites. And you've probably still got some on the memory cards. You'd better take them to your new room so the new you doesn't find them.

"Rob," you say aloud. "So Rob doesn't catch on."

It's strange to be saying your own name like it's someone else, but it's less confusing too.

Shaking it off you clutch the photos to you, and look around with the dim idea that there was something else you should be doing. It clicks in your mind and you go over to the desk, looking for the camera and flash cards. In short order you've collected them, and stare at the computer for a long moment, some other thought just out of reach.

Shrugging you go back to your room to hide these.