The Young Lady

For a moment, Robert saw himself **** to face upwards, as if begging for mercy from the heavens above. The next, he was facing down towards a burly guy, fainting as he was apprehended by the two policemen. But what caught him off guard was that the **** man looked just like him. Was he hallucinating? Certainly not, since his heart was beating way too quickly and forcefully to be a mere illusion. In fact, he felt like his heart was beating much faster than it was normally capable of, and his chest feels weighty...

Looking further down at himself, Robert could barely believe what he saw. Directly underneath was probably the clearest view of a woman's cleavage that he has ever seen, put centers Tage by the black low-cut blouse he was now wearing. He had on a grey suit jacket that was much too tight right underneath the bosom, with that lone button barely holding the jacket together. Below that was a matching grey suit skirt that was much too short, barely covering half his thighs. Speaking of which, the legs were wrapped in skin-colored stretchy nylons, adding to the unfamiliar sensations Robert was experiencing. Besides that, his hair felt longer and smell more fragrant...

Robert's introspection was interrupted by the policemen carrying Robert's original body out of the bank. With the crisis seemingly averted, the bank employees resumed their work. Everyone was slowly picking themselves up. The middle-aged mother came to Robert, looking to help what seemed to be a young lady in shock.

"Are you OK, miss?" the woman asked as she placed one hand on Robert's shoulder.

"Umm..." Robert started, but was unable to muster any words after noticing the tinny girly voice he now had.

"Come, let's freshen you up a bit," the woman suggested. After saying a few words to her child, she took Robert to the ladies' room.

Upon entering, Robert finally face-to-face with his new reality. What appeared in the mirror was the young Asian lady he saw earlier, dressed in a professional (and somewhat scantily clad) attire. Certainly, it was unusual for him to see that in the mirror, and he momentarily stopped himself in his tracks. The mother took it as a sign of apprehension and consoled him.

"I know it's certainly a scary experience, but luckily, no one is hurt. It's not common to have gun robberies like that. Just take it as a life experience and help yourself move on."

Of course, Robert's issue was far more existential, far beyond the mother's comprehension. Knowing he will need time alone, Robert uttered, "I'm fine. I'll take care of the rest myself." The tone was far too timid to Robert's liking.

The mother nodded and slowly exited the bathroom. Her last look was one of acknowledgement and worry. On Robert's part, he waited until she departs before kneading his face in an effort to affirm if it was real and wake himself up if it wasn't. What he got were reddened cheeks and stinging pain, confirming his suspicions. For some reason, he was now in control of the young lady's body, which makes his limp body devoid of his consciousness. He also noticed that the young lady's eyes shared the same shade of blue as what he saw this morning. He didn't note the young lady's eyes when he crossed by earlier, but it seems far more coincidental for her to share that same color, especially since he had just recently got that eye color.

"Wait, could it have something to do with the body switching?" Robert asked, remembering that his eyes glowed and head throbbed right before the switch. Perhaps it triggers by eye contact? Maybe Robert should test his theory?