Pondering...

I stay still for almost a full minute, struggling to comprehend the information the pendant just gave me.

'Passed away'? Did it just say that my body has 'passed away'? Like my body is, d-dead?

"No way." I say while crouching down. "There is just no fucking way."

I then press two fingers over that chubby neck that once belonged to me and wait.
...No pulse. You have to be fucking kidding me. I'm... my body is... really dead.

I fall down on my ass without taking my eyes off my corpse. I don't cry or panic. Surprisingly enough, I'm not even feeling sad. I'm just... feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline, like I just jumped off a cliff and landed without a single scratch.

"Fuck..." I curse, unable to think of anything better. "...fuck..."

I stand up back again and turn away from my corpse while scratching those freaky short dreadlocks that now, apparently, belong to 'me'.
Is this it? Is this how my old life ends? As a pathetic-looking corpse in a dirty alleyway?
I glance at it once again. And then I curse once again.

"FUCK!!" My scream reverberates through the entire alleyway. But that does nothing to release my tension. My heart is still thumping like a hammer.

So instead, I grab the pendant and talk to it like it was a microphone.

"Pendant! I wish to know who the fuck is this nigga whose body I stole!" I yell angrily. And the artifact complies, shining with purple light.

[THE ADULT MALE WHOSE BODY THE OWNER HAS TAKEN POSSESSION OF IS KNOWN AS DEVON WILLIAMS.
HE WAS BORN IN THE YEAR 1999
ETHNICITY: AFRICAN DESCENDANT
OFFICIAL OCCUPATION: UNEMPLOYED
UNOFFICIAL OCCUPATION: THEFT, **** TRAFFIC, CONTRABAND AND OTHER SHADY BUSINESSES
BLOOD TYPE: A
CURRENT STATE: ****(POSSESSED BY THE OWNER)]

I blink several times, processing that information.

"So... the name of this crook is Devon. And he is... 25 years old?" I say in Devon's voice while staring at and flexing Devon's hands.
I feel yet another rush of adrenaline cursing through my veins.
This is so fucked up. I'm really controlling another man's body! It is so unpleasant and disgusting! But at the same time...

"Bahahahahaha! FUCK!!"

I **** myself to look away from my dead body and suddenly jolt away, getting out of the hallway at full trottle and breaking into a run the moment I step on the street. I feel so light! This is the first time I get to actually run to my heart's content since I was a kid!
I ignore the few passerby who stop in their tracks, staring at me with mostly scared expressions, and just keep running forward. It doesn't take long for me to notice how this Devon guy doesn't keep himself in great shape. But by then I'm already hundreds of meters away from the alleyway where I abandoned my old life.

I still don't stop though, turning my run into a light jog. My borrowed muscles are burning all over, Devon's belly is throbbing like hell, and I feel his disgusting sweat all over me. But I'm still too excited by this whole situation to mind any of it.
During the next few minutes, I focus on the myriad of unfamiliar stimuli I'm getting from my new senses, exploring them with the eagerness of an excited dog interacting with new smells. Feelings like those from the air streams passing through my now very wide nostrils, or the surprising lack of any jiggle from Devon's legs and buttcheeks. There is also the general discomfort from these baggy wide clothes I'm wearing which are clearly not made for sport. They're all waving over me and sticking to the sweatiest spots. Not to mention all the things, keys, coins etc that this crook I'm possessing keeps inside his pockets(including the things he stole from me).

And then... there is also this constant touchy feeling coming from my left leg. Particularly, my inner thigh. It's hard to tell due to the heat, sweat, strange clothing and unfamiliar physique all over confusing my sense of touch, but it feels like I have some very bulky object stuck right on that spot. And it's moving in a rather uncomfortable manner every time I take a stride...

I suddenly stop my run while feeling a shudder all over my upper body. That 'bulky object' I'm feeling down there can't possibly be...

I swallow saliva and slowly look down at my(Devon's) crotch.