Sean +> rose

Or very very right.

Sean looked at the purse, the thing that had started everything. It was tied around his arm, it was his! he turned around to run away before someone could catch him but stopped as he felt the weight on his chest shift. He raised one of his manicured, soft hand and cupped one of his breasts "What the fuck am I doing? I don't need to run away. I'm the owner of this purse right now!".

An evil smile spread on Sean's face as he realized that he hadn't just stolen the woman purse, he'd stolen all her valuables! or rather, he hadn't stolen nothing. They were legally his, since his new body was the one who'd acquired them.

He

A new body that he was very eager to explore. But doing it in the middle of the parking lot wasn't a good idea. So he reached down to take the car's key he'd dropped by mistake -almost falling while doing because of his new center of gravity-, opened the door and entered his car.

He smiled, he hadn't owned a car in so long! But he couldn't let himself fall to his excitement, there were more important things to do first "Let's first figure out who I am". The best way to do it was to use the woma- his phone, since now everyone had a social media account. He took it out of the purse and, to his relief, found it was unlock-able by using face ID. So he brought it close to his face and the screen lit up, letting him in.

the wallpaper was a photo of her and a teenage boy "Her son?". He'd have to investigate more later. Then he opened one of the many social medias installed on the phone and clicked on her account, where all her details were.

"Let's see. Her name is Rose Lynch and... she's 44?! She doesn't look a day older than 35! She is a school teacher? I hope her class is full of cute girls..." he then went to her followers and "Found him!" found the profile of the boy in the photo with her. "David Lynch, same surname as mine. Yeah his definitely her son. And he's 18? Then maybe mean my baby boy could have some fun..."

The only thing left to do was figure out where his new body lived, so he took her ID card and, while almost crying of happiness, memorized the address "I have an home!".