His new body, then the USB

The man stood there, looking down at his now very female body. He had been walking home from a long day at work, tired, bored. He just wanted to sleep. Who was this girl? How had he gotten into her room? He couldn’t believe it… but then, he looked down at his body. The two perky breasts on his chest, nipples a little hard from the cold, their unfamiliar weight weighing down on his shoulders.

He ran his hands over them, and shivered a little at the sensitivity. A feeling like that had to be real. Raising those same hands to his eyes, he was amazed at how much smaller and daintier they were compared to his regular ones. How had his hand fit into this? There was so much he didn’t know.

Thinking about size, he looked over this new body he wore and marveled at how much smaller he was. Before, he had been close to six feet tall, but this girl was more like five foot six. It didn’t make any sense. Then there was the rest of it. Heartbeat starting to move faster, he took a step towards the mirror, seeing the light illuminate his much smaller and more delicate frame.

Shoulder length blonde hair tickled just above his collarbone, as her pale blue eyes peered out of his sockets. Those were the eyes he was seeing out of, but before his eyes had been a dark brown color. The biggest change of course, was down there. He was scared to even look. Ever since he’d come to in this room, he’d been unable to feel his most important organ, and now looking down, his worst fears seemed to be confirmed.

Gone! Where his dick had once been had been replaced by a clean shaven slit, the lips of the pussy he was now wearing. He reached down, nerves a little fried at what this would be like, and stroked his finger over the entrance, a small spark of pleasure beginning within him at even so small a touch. Nervously, he opened those lips, and shining a light down could see the gap disappearing into him.

He gulped… between the sensation and looking with his own two eyes, it was confirmed. He was now 100% woman. The computer was sitting there, the USB drive which promised to explain things inside. He had to get some kind of answers, hurriedly booting it up, grabbing the covers off the bed to wrap up his **** female body.

It seemed the computer was already set up to play the video, and he was thankful he didn’t have to try to work out the intricacies of a strangers computer in such a weird situation. The USB loaded up to a pre-recorded video, a video of the girl whose face he was wearing to be exact.

“Hello! Ohhh.. Is it recording? Yes I think it is!”

A professional introduction, he thought.

“Hi, yes, so if you’re watching this, well. I guess you’re me now.”

The man just stared with an expression half of amusement and half of concern.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s not permanent!”

He sighed a sigh of relief, a lot of the stress drifting off now that had been confirmed.

“So, well, I guess I should just say it. I’ve eaten you. I know, I know, it’s messy to say that, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but yeah. That’s what’s happened. I have a condition. One that I’ve been living with for a few years now. It’s pretty debilitating at times. And well, essentially I’m hollow now.

Don’t ask me for the science behind it, because I don’t know myself, but I’m hollow and in order to survive, sometimes I need a host. Someone to just feed off their body heat. It’s harmless for you, I swear! It’s just… if I go too long without it, I, well. I start becoming a bit of a monster. Prone to, well, eat people. Like what’s happened with you.

Look, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know where or how exactly it happened, but I’m recording this to let you know these details for when it happens. I’ll explain it all in person soon. If you can remember when you were eaten, that can help. I need six hours of feeding time before I can go back to normal. Just keep me on for that long, and I’ll give you a proper explanation!

For those six hours, you’ll essentially be me too. You can wear my clothes, use my voice, use my ID’s. Really, I’m the **** one here. You take me off my opening my mouth wide and getting out that way. Trust me, it’ll stretch far enough, so don’t worry about hurting me. Then if you’ve taken me off after six hours, I can reform as my normal self. If you take me off sooner, then I’ll just be a monster again soon. Just please, help me..”

At that last comment, the video ended. He could get out. Right now, in fact. Get out of this whole situation. He could tear off this girl, go back to normal, and get out of here. Sure, what did he care who else became her victim? He’d be long gone.

But then, she’d looked so **** and sad at the end there. All the man needed to do was stay like this for a little longer, and he’d have helped her. A good deed for the day, he supposed. Plus she really was **** like this, her whole life laid out in front of him, her apartment, her car, her clothes and her body. He could do anything he wanted with them.

And that sparked another idea. The girl in the video had told him what would happen if he took her off too soon, and what would happen if he took her off after a certain point. She’d never mentioned what might, or might not happen, if he simply never took her off at all. He walked over to her mirror, smiling her innocent smile and running his hands down this girl’s body, the body he was wearing like some kind of suit. His own life was boring anyway, why not take a vacation. Spend her money, slip into her dresses. Maybe she had a boyfriend. He’d always been curious about what sex was like for girls, well, now he could find out.

The only question is, which would he do?