Can the a Sex Officer Runaway from Sex?

"It's me! Hiroshi! I'm not her! I'm not a girl! I'm the guy with that was fucking her cunt!" As he struggled against the woman pinning this petite body bent down and leaking gobs of jizz, even Hiroshi was finding it hard to believe. "Believe it! I want my cock back!"

"You mean that cock that's running away?" the larger woman said, letting her grip ease.

"What!?!" Twisting up and out of the armlock, Hiroshi was just in time to see the back of what was his probably his body because it was the only guy pulling up his pants while running among the crowd of the train station. Hiroshi's first impression was she wasn't impressed by the body. He had seen much better ones. And then his body was lost.

"We meet weirdos of all kinds," Akane said. "He even forgot his suitcase and backpack."

"My things!" Hiroshi said, bending over for them. The soft flesh moved beneath the thick film of clear latex that left nothing to the imagination about what she looked like naked below the shoulders. (There was the ridiculously little cover of the 'jacket' and shirt-like dickie with its tie.) It was rather hot and sweaty inside it. Which made Hiroshi that much more aware of the exposed tits, armpits, asshole and cunt the latex's cut-outs left outside to feel first-hand the breezing of the air-conditioning and constant parade of people bringing and taking away their individual body-heats. Hiroshi's stomach would have turned if this really were his stomach. He felt too, very much like a woman! He was a guy!

Hiroshi felt the play of chest muscles beneath the boobs as he picked his things up. They made the tits do some, uh, 'interesting' things.

"Come on, Misao. Maybe we can get those to Lost-and-Found without being screwed too many times before we get there," Akane said, taking an arm and assuming the body would follow.

"What is your problem! Why do you treat her this way?!"

The tall, long-haired sex officer took her first good look at her partner. "So, you are going to be a wash-out. You can't take it."

An old man chose that moment to get in a grope on a tit on his way to catch his train. Hiroshi hadn't had the chance to do that to the real Misao, and now that he knew how it felt, his conscience was relieved he hadn't. But he was made curious about trying it out with his own, real hands. "No. I don't think I will be able to take it!" If just a grope was bad, it was going to be worse to be on the receiving end of everything else that fell under the word "sex"!

"What about this being your last chance to be like the rest of your family? All police officers."

"That's her family, not mine! Mine are all over the place!" None with a real career, though. He was the first one in a few generations that actually had good enough test results to get accepted to a U.

A balding, paunchy man behind her looked at his watch. Paused. He then came over and pushed Akane down to her knees. She smiled for him, but continued talking to Hiroshi as she unzipped him. "Personality disassociation! I'm sorry for you Misao. Being committed to the psych ward can be- Mm, hm, ff, ymm..." He had her by her head, face-fucking her.