The stately, middle-aged Indian lady.

Chapter by Switcher

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"This shouldn't be too difficult, just do what that fat slob did to that doctor chick back at the hospital" you mumbled, as you approached the curvacious, dark-skinned woman from behind. You were about to touch when her cell phone started ringing. Retracting your hand, you listened as she answered it. "Hello, Nisha speaking" she said, in a strong, Hindi accent, indicating she came probably from either Uttar Pradesh or Madya Pradesh, two of the most popuar states in her native country. "Yes I'm just going to see them about it now sweetie, don't worry, I should have a whole new look when I get home later today" she giggled, making you sure that she was talking to her husband.

As the attractive woman droned on, you started becoming paranoid, thinking that people (most notably in the complex) were watching you. You tried to act nonchelant, but in a chubby nurse's body some distance away from any hospital it wasn't easy.

"A whole new look?" you mumbled, wondering what she meant.

It suddenly dawned on you that she probably meant a whole new body...somebody else's at that. Turning to stare at the looming building off to your left, a shudder shot down Mindy's back, making you shake. Taking a moment to calm yourself, you turned your attention back to the Indian woman, who was immacutely dressed in a black, pin-striped skirt suit, a white satin blouse and a pair of black patent, 4-inch stiletto heels. You could tell she took pride in her appearance, and given she wasn't getting any younger...she wanted to maintain her youthful look any way she could.

Wondering for a moment whether you'd be able to walk in the woman's shoes, you shrugged and moved towards her again as she slipped her phone back into her purse, which was slung over her shoulder.

"Okay...just touch her!" you told yourself, reaching out with your right hand. "Excuse me lady..." you said to her...touching her shoulder.

"Yes...can I..." Nisha began to say...before being cut short.

A brief flash of light occurred that enveloped the two of you...and your vision blurred, then when you next opened your eyes...you were looking straight into the eyes of a very confused looking Mindy. "Wow...I did it!" you exclaimed, taking a look down at yourself. You were now the owner or Nisha's delectable cleavage and every other part of her mature body. "Sorry Mindy!" you apologised in your new accent, before turning and starting to walk off. "Damn, its like walking in stilts!" you grumbled, trying to stay balanced in Nisha's stiletto heels.

Pausing to look at the building again, you then proceeded up the front steps and into the main entrance. "Here goes nothing" you muttered to yourself, as you brushed your long dark hair out of your face and adjusted your "borrowed" breasts inside Nisha's tight-fitting bra.