"Stop walking for two seconds so I can figure out what's going on here!" You furiously tell your uncontrollable lower body. Unfortunately, and expectedly, it doesn't; rather making a rebuttal by stopping to bend one leg back, so that the heel can lightly tap your plump ass. "H-hey!" You say, being made slightly flustered by the act. Resuming the walk, you couldn't help but confide in yourself; to let the legs do what they want since they ultimately decided where you go. This destination turned out to be going back to the latina woman for some reason, who had changed her upper attire into a revealing sports bra. "Oh my, she's a lot better looking than I thought." You whisper to yourself. Your gaze scans up and down the curvy woman, from her voluptuous breasts, to her thick lower half you have a copy of (except for her original feet attached to you). Blood rushes through you, and you feel your bare snatch leak a small amount of fluids. "Whoa, is this lady narcissistically attracted to herself?" You realize.
The sexy legs continue you forward, making you collide with the latina from behind. "Shit!" She shouts, falling to the grass with you on top of her. Plenty of your exposed (white) skin comes into contact with her upper body and once again, more changes start. Like a wave of color, your original torso changes to the tan color of your legs, followed by your arms and body readjusting to become feminine and a copy of the woman's. Following this, you feel your chest push forward, resulting in a pair of tan EE cup breasts that are actually larger than the latina's actual ones. Your new sensitive nipples rub against your shirt fabric, sending tingling sensations through your female body.
However, the woman is starting to get up; so your legs, now actually controlling your entire body from the neck down, get you up and run away before she can see who had hit her. This was not a good sign to you, to say the least. "I- I can't move anything." You say with a female voice, since your neck and vocal cords had changed into the latina's before your body got you away. Having been holding your cellphone in your hand since your pants were discarded, your female body started to type a text message, seemingly using your eyes as a means of looking at what she was doing. Shocked, the message read: