The old white woman.

Chapter by thedude1

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“I guess she’ll do,” you say as you make your way toward the wealthy older lady. She’s just getting out of the car, and you walk up and stand behind her, not at all sure how you’re supposed to do this changing bodies thing. She turns around and sees you right behind her, giving her a good start. “Oh!,” she says, surprised, holding her hand to her chest, “my goodness my dear,” she says chuckling, “you startled me!” “Sorry, mam…” you begin, “I hope this works,” you say pensively as you set your hand firmly on the woman’s shoulder and concentrate.

Suddenly, your vision blurs. You come to seeing a very confused Mindy. “Wha….ho…..how did I get here?” she asks. “Oh…oh dearie you must have take quite a spill,” you answer, surprised by your much older voice. You take Mindy by the arm and guide her to a street corner, “Honey, this is a bus stop…just wait a few minutes and the bus’ll come by and take you wherever you want to go, okay?” “Uhhmm…..all right….thank you mam,” Mindy says in a daze. You walk slowly back to the car, feeling much older now. Your bones ache a little bit, and you move more slowly. You glance down at your face as reflected in the car window. “Holy shit it actually worked! I possessed her!” you say as you ran your hands over your face. Wrinkles are visible on it, as as a great deal of make-up and a hefty helping of lipstick. The woman has drawn eyebrows on herself. You run your hands over the saggy skin. Looking down at yourself, you see a set of saggy breasts hanging limply on your chest, and your belly has a significant bit of flab. The woman’s had botox a few times it seems, and her clothes are meant to hide her increasingly unflattering figure. You get the feeling she’s used these procedures and tricks to keep herself looking young, but time has now caught up with her, and the tricks don’t work so well anymore. “I had to end up in this body….figures…” you say as you run your hands over your flabby middle, “I look like the fucking crypt keeper,” you say as you walk slowly into the grand building.

The doors open before you automatically, and you enter a well-adorned waiting room with soft lighting and many comfortable chairs, figuring sitting down in one was the best way to go. A few other people are there too…mostly older, but some younger. You wait a few moments on pins and needles; you’re safe for now, but what the hell was this place? After a few minutes, a woman comes out and walks right up to you. “Mrs. Hollister! I’m Amanda,” she said, shaking your hand, “it’s great to meet you. Follow me please,” she said with a wide smile. Then she turned around and began to walk away. You stood, still a bit surprised by the different feel of your body…which you now guessed belonged to somebody named Mrs. Hollister. Amanda was beautiful….she was probably in her mid-30s with curly red hair and a beautiful smile. Her breasts were large but firm, and backside was tightly shoved into a set of red suit-pants. Overall, her figure was young and firm, and she exuded energy. You follow her, flabby belly and breasts swinging about, down a hallway to a fairly nice office, at which point Amanda closes the door and offers you a seat.

Smiling, she goes over to the other side of the desk and sits down. “Well, Mrs. Hollister,” she begins, “I gather your friend Jenny sent you in here to us today?” You nodded, trying to act as though you had a clue. “Well, I don’t know if she told you much about what we do, so I’ll give you my little speech. We’re a company that focuses largely on recreation. We provide a rare service,” she says, her voice lowering as if she’s telling you a secret, “we put people in different bodies.” You’re shocked as hell….what was done to you is a fucking commercial enterprise!!! “In different bodies?” you ask her. “Yes,” Amanda answers, “most of the time, it’s for fun. Our clients are getting up in years and have some money to spare, and they want to spend it experiencing new things. New can mean many things…different races, different ages, different body types, all sorts of stuff,” she says. Amanda goes on, “Just recently, we had a client who wanted to wanted to spice things up spice things up in the bedroom, so we put him into the body of a personal trainer, and his wife possessed a Hooters waitress!” she said, smiling. “Another man wanted to know what it was like to be a woman, so we plopped him into the body of a busty legal secretary….I think he went around trying on sexy clothes. In fact, he just called today, and he wants to posses her again. One gentleman wanted to have a different cultural experience and an exotic bodily experience, so we put an older white man into the skin of a middle-aged Latina woman who was 6 months pregnant; he loved every minute of it!” “Oh my god,” you say, amazed. “I know! It’s great, huh?” Amanda says, smiling and excited.

“Ummmm,” you said pensively, “how do you get the bodies?” “Well,” Amanda stated, “we’re connected to a number of databases that have information on pretty much everyone, but we encourage our clients to stick with bodies close-by to cut down on the hassle. A client decides what he or she wants, picks a person, and we bring in the unsuspecting soul. Clients pay by the day, and their real bodies are well cared for as they possess others. We are unable to let you read your host’s mind, but we do some research and give you info on the job, friends, and family of the person whose body you will inhabit. Do you know who you’d like to posses today, Mrs. Hollister?”

1) “Can I speak to a current customer to get some advice?”

2) Reserved

*Keep in mind you’re not actually a customer; you’re only here to get info about how things are done so you can get to the bottom of whatever has put you in your current state.