The red ring

Kayleigh. Kayleigh Stergins... No. Officer Kayleigh Stergins.

This yellow ring couldn't have found a better body! Perhaps luck really was on your side with a giddy sense of excitement, you smoothed out your hair before switching themedallion once more, this time to red!

Everything was so sudden, but it was nothing like with Kayleigh. You were standing still, or well, it seems you were laying down. But there were so many sensations it was so hard to process...

The first thing you notice is feelings of pressure, all around your body. But most of it was in your crotch... and it didn't hurt, for some reason that pressure was nice...

Wait, was that somebody above you? And why were you naked? And those high pitched moans were coming from youooohhh~

Holy shit, you recognized that sensation of

pleasure. The same one which derailed your train of thought yesterday as clair. Did you swap in the middle of having sex?!

As you acclimated to the strange sensations thrut upon you, you realized you were making that moaning sound. You hadn't recognized your voice and to be fair you werr distracted. Whoever this man was thrust four of his six inches in and out in a fast rhythym!

Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuck! This feels so... so... Wait a moment...

As you got used to the feeling, you noticed some odd things. You were laying down and moaning, yet you weren't squirming or even pawing at this fellow. Your moans, though intense, felt a bit... ****. Was... Was your newest body having pity sex?

You quieted your own moans as you tried to get a good look at your partner. The man in front of you seemed pretty young; roughly your age. Well, your old body's at least. But he had a darker complextion, likely middle eastern or south Asian; you couldn't tell from this angle. You look up and around, keeping up the moans to not break the facade. Your body seemed quite good at that, probably having experience in faking moans. And the room around you, it wasn't all too fancy, it seemed like a motel... wait a minute were you a prostitute?!

Before you had time to ask any more questions, you felt the penis inside start to convulse, and the man quickly pull out. As he began to ejaculate, you couldn't hide your disgust as his seed spread across your flat stomach. Mind you, most the disgust was rooted in confusion. But oddly enough, your body doesn't react, instead your repulsed look is instinctively replaced by fake sultry smile.

The man quickly grabs some wet wipes, cleaning the mess he left as you simply watched. Now hat he was done, he seemed much more meek and small, like he was intimidated by your presence. "H...here. keep the change." He says quietly, not even attempting to look you in the eye as he pops 300$ on the counter.

You didn't even feel soreness, nor did you feel the warm glow of orgasm. Honestly, now that he wasn't in you felt how bored this body was. Dozens of questions raced through your mind as you sat up in the bed. Who was this woman? What happened to the waitress? Who the fuck was this g-

Aaaand he's gone. You blinked as the door shut behind him. That and the money on the counter confirmed your suspicions. You were indeed a prostitute, and you had just finished with another client.

You couldn't believe how extremely you changed in just those few minutes, from a well skilled cop to a hooker... 20 minutes ago you stopped a crime, and now you were operating on the other **** end of the law. You just had sex with a man! And got paid for it!

You grab a pair of heels and black overshirt that was laying on the bed and loosely wrap it around your naked body. You look around the apartment, and find a big mirror on the closet door near the entrance. You weren't the waitress, that's for sure. You seemed older, maybe around your late 20s or early 30s, but with a very ripe body. You were still asian, but youdidn't really look Thai, more like Chinese? Your nails were done meticulously, and your dark brown hair had a thick blonde streak in it.

As you inspected yourself in the mirror, you admired this woman's amazing body and face. She was almost as pretty as Mom, yet her eyes had Clair's coy boredom. You gave your breasts an experimenta squeeze. "Yup, all real," you muttered as you turned and admired your ass.