Officer Leah Brady is about to report for duty.

Without a thought, he entered the room forbidden to those with male bodies like his own. All the rest of the cops were distracted as they talked to each other. Jonny walked in and looked about, finding no one else in the locker room. “Excuse me?” he said. He heard a noise from around the corner and walked in the direction of it. As he rounded the corner, he saw a woman. She looked to be about 24 years old. She was a black woman—at least in part. Her skin was not very dark; he probably had one parent who was white and one who was African American. The woman had a pretty face, smooth skin, and hair that was braided tightly together and that hung down her back. She had a very toned body—a stomach that was flat as a board, and she had muscular arms. What really stuck out about her (both literally and figuratively) was her chest. Despite a toned mid-section and muscular arms, this woman’s breasts jiggled and shook as they sat proudly upon her chest. They could not be seen in great detail because she had properly buttoned her police uniform, but they were large indeed. Jonny could see by looking at her figure—her wide hips especially—that her ass was also worth seeing, but her front was to him at the moment. “Um, I’m sorry,” the woman said kindly, “but this is the women’s locker room . . . you don’t look like a woman to me sir,” she said. Jonny chuckled as he walked toward her. “No, no I suppose I don’t at the moment,” he said as he stuck out his hand to shake hers. She kindly shook it. “I’m sorry to intrude,” Jonny said, “but I’m from the Mayor’s office, and she sent me here to welcome new recruits and check in on them; ah, everything going all right?” he asked.

“Well I’m Officer Leah Brady,” she said, “and yes everything is going well. I heard about what happened to the Mayor. I do hope she’s all right. I am going to volunteer to be on the task **** that looks for the guy who did that horrible thing,” she announced. “May I sit?” Jonny said. Leah nodded, and they both sat down upon one of the wooden benches in the locker room.

“So what was it that made you want to become a police officer?” Jonny asked. Brady sighed. “My daddy was a police officer,” she said, “and he was killed in action in 1995—2 years after I was born.” “I’m sorry,” Jonny said. “It was hard on mom and me . . . mom had to work two jobs just to make the house payment, and I worked real hard in school because didn’t ever want to have to do that for my kids, and I wanted to help my mom,” she explained. “I went to college, which you don’t have to do to do this job, but I was thinking the BA would let me move up faster . . . maybe one day I can work in the Mayor’s office like you,” she said. “Leah Brady, Chief of Staff to the Mayor,” she said with smile, “nice ring to it huh?” she said. “Yeah, yeah that’s nice,” Jonny answered.

“I hope I fit in here,” she said, somewhat solemn suddenly. “What do you mean?” Jonny asked. “Well . . . got a lot of racists in this town,” she said. “My dad was a black man, and my mom was white . . . in some parts of the country that was illegal not too long ago,” she said, “and when I was a kid, it was the reason I didn’t fit in anywhere . . . like havin’ a foot in two houses at once, but not belonging in either one.” Jonny paused. “To the mayor, there’s only one color that matters—red, red like the blood you put on the line to protect this city, and she thanks you for that,” Jonny said. Leah smiled widely. “Thanks,” she said. “You’ll fit in just fine,” Jonny said, “don’t worry.” He shook Leah’s hand pleasantly as she turned around to pick up her hat and head out with the other new recruits.

As Leah turned away, she said, “You know, I’m sorry but I never did get your name—who are you?” Jonny walked up behind the unsuspecting officer. “For now, I’m you,” he declared as he jumped up and propelled his body in the direction of hers. “What the hell are you--!” she began to scream as she struggled, but the process had already begun. Because Jonny was already inside Jack’s body, the process was a bit different from the norm. Jonny’s form dissolved into this kind of ooze-like substance, as Leah began kicking and struggling. It was as though Jonny was becoming some kind of sludge. “My God!” the woman screamed as she realized something was seriously wrong with her companion. Jonny’s form dissolved into a moving, thinking, devious pile of liquid that covered Officer Brady’s uniform and then began to **** its way down her mouth and up her nose. Other parts of Jonny simply seeped into her uniform and into her body through her pours. The woman’s ample breasts shook as she struggled against an adversary that defeated her within only a few seconds. The officer’s buxom form fell to the locker room floor with a thud upon her gorgeous posterior. The body’s breathing slowed, and its muscles relaxed. After a few seconds, it began to stir.

Jonny’s new eyes fluttered open. He saw the world through them for the first time. Slowly, he **** his body up, surprised at the weight of the orbs now upon his chest. “Never tried a double possession before . . . I guess it worked,” Jonny mused as he looked down at his stolen form. He had thought that being already inside Jack’s body might pose a problem, but perhaps the fact that Jack’s body carried no other soul allowed him to possess people without leaving it.

Jonny slowly stood, feeling his shapely hips and ass strain against the officer’s belt. He looked at himself in the mirror, a smile spreading across Officer Brady’s face. He glanced down at his hands again, noting that his new body was African American—or at least half so. “This should be new . . . haven’t been in a body like this before . . . “ he mused. “I’m not worried about your fitting in, honey,” he said to his new reflection, “I’m just glad I fit into you,” he declared with a smile. With that, Jonny turned and walked the body of the young, shapely woman sexily from the locker room. “Time to go see the Chief,” Jonny said.