Jane looked over the paperwork in front of her. "Okay, I think that's it..."
The receptionist, who Jane had quickly learned was called Cathy, looked over the sheets. "Alright, so you want to get up to your room, then be possessed and put in the first available body, no preference as to who but definitely a woman. After that, you'll be able to spend a few days as, essentially, your own roomie, with trips outside your temporary body to get the true protoplasm experience. Looks good."
Cathy gave Jane a more genuine smile.
"And hey, if you want we could fly together some time. I'll show you all the best spots."
Jane smiled back, shy about it. "I'd like that." She pulled herself upright, and nodded. "Okay. Here we go."
The walk to her room was quite possibly the most aware she'd ever been. The handles of her bag grated against her fingers, the muffled sounds of her shoes on the carpeted floor were almost deafening, even the slight creak of the hinges of the door to her suite was like a gunshot.
When she got to her room, her first thought was that there may have been a mistake, since there was another woman splayed out across the covers. Brunette, shoulder length hair, and clad in nothing but a floral patterned bikini.
Then, a hand on her shoulder, and another on her back, then through, reaching in, grabbing something, pulling-
She was whirled about like she was stuck in a tornado, then she rammed straight into something and it all went black.
Jane opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, and a familiar bed underneath her.
She looked down, seeing a body that wasn't her own.
She looked up, to find her own face smirking back at her.
And she felt her borrowed bikini begin to moisten.
What have I gotten myself into... or rather, who?
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