John tries to understand what just happened

John sat up abruptly, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Could the ritual have worked? Somehow, he seemed to be inside the body of a prostitute named Lisa. As he glanced around the empty motel room, he felt the unfamiliar weight on his chest. He lifted his hands, examining their slender fingers and manicured nails. “Oh, shit,” he muttered. The feminine voice made him freeze. He tried again, lowering his pitch, but he still sounded like a woman. He swallowed nervously. “Okay. Just relax.” For now, he was just curious what he looked like.

John stood up, reaching for the nightstand when his balance shifted. Moving with his new unfamiliar proportions felt strange. He glanced down at Lisa’s body as he made his way to the bathroom, then flicked on the light. The woman in the mirror was a stranger. Long blonde hair framed a carefully made-up face, with blue eyes, glossy lips, and thick lashes. She looked absolutely stunning. John leaned closer. “Damn, Lisa.” He raised an eyebrow and tried a smile. The reflection copied him perfectly, but seeing someone else’s face move with his expressions left him unsettled.

His gaze drifted down. Lisa had such prominent breasts and a rounded ass. Hesitantly, he cupped one breast, surprised by its softness and weight. He gave it a tentative squeeze, then let out a quiet, involuntary moan. Embarrassed by the sound, he quickly glanced at the bathroom door before turning back to the mirror. He gave his ass a brief squeeze, watching the movement of his reflection with bewildered fascination. Then, with a nervous hesitation, he looked between his thighs. Parting them slightly, he caught sight of Lisa’s hairy pussy, still sticky and wet from the sex earlier. He stared for a moment, struggling to comprehend that he was now possessing this unfamiliar body. “Oh, my God,” he whispered. He quickly straightened up, his heart racing.

John returned to the bedroom. He needed to contact his friends. He searched for Lisa’s belongings and found a glossy pink smartphone inside her handbag, and unlocked it after a moment’s hesitation. But before he could contact anyone, curiosity drew him toward the contacts list. He wondered who Lisa knew, especially which people might be friends or clients. He scrolled slowly, checking each entry. He then opened recent messages and found texts about sex appointments.

Then one name caught his attention, Bob Hunter. Not exactly popular, but John knew him from documentaries and reports about expeditions into remote parts of the world. His eyes widened when he found out that Bob was one of Lisa’s regular clients.