Directions

"Do you know how to get to Vine Street? I must have made a wrong turn somewhere."

Thankfully the man just wanted directions, but the ring still worked it's magic, "Yes Sir!" She was **** to reply, and she found she suddenly did know where it was. She explained in detail how he could get there.

The man smiled, "Thank you so much," He took a step away from them but then stopped, "By the way, I know it's not any of my business, but do you always dress like that?"

Oh shit, Becca was **** to answer, "Yes Sir!" And it was true, she would be **** to dress like a slut from now on. Just great. Maybe she could trick another man into fixing it.

The man just laughed, "Ok, well I guess I shouldn't judge. Thanks for the help." This time he really did leave.

Becca turned to Cody, "Ok we need to get to Fawkes, and get my body back. I don't think I can risk talking to him, not right away though."

Cody nodded, "Like ya. He could ask you if you want to join her..."

Becca shuddered, "Ya. We can't have that. But also I don't think he's going to trust anything we say, or let us use the body swapper. What do we do?"

"Just don't, like ask. Just shoot her." Cody said simply.

It wasn't much of a plan, but Cody was right. She would just have to try getting away with it. Step one though, was finding her. Preferably without Fawkes noticing. "Hey, Fawkes works at a tattoo parlor right? Any idea where?"

Somehow the bimbo was one step ahead of her, "Dunno. Google him?"

Duh Becca, use your brain. A quick search for his work and she found the location where he worked, just a short walk away. She decided to head there right now.