You make your way to Anjali’s home. She lives alone in an apartment close to school. Your new memories tell you Anjali applied for a room mate to help pay rent, but you didn’t know if they were coming this week or next week. Still gave you plenty of time to be alone with Anjali’s body. It was dark by the time you got to the apartment. You take out the spare key you remembered was under a hollow brick in the wall. And head inside. You were still in Anjali’s tennis clothes.
A white tank top with a very short blue skirt. No bra, and yellow panties.
Once inside you throw Anjali’s bags to the side, take off her shoes and step inside.
Anjali’s apartment was very organized, you remember cleaning it for the room mate to show up, but you also remember it has more or less always been organized. It was P shaped with a hall connecting to the outside at the bottom. Directly ahead was the bed room, and to the right was a door to the bathroom. You take off Anjali’s tennis practice gear and throw them into a hamper in the bathroom. You were so tired you were ready to sleep nude when suddenly you realize two things.
One: You were inside Anjali Kummar’s Body.
Two: You stink.
You sniff under your arm and confirm it is indeed you. You may be a tennis pro but you still sweat.
You walk over to the bathroom to take a shower, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and stop to examine your self again.
This was the second time you saw Anjali naked, but you were still in aw. Even tired and sweaty after practice she still looks sexy. Her hair sticking to her brown skin. The way she shivered at the cold bathroom floor on her bar feet. The way her muscles were subtly showing. Those bright emerald green eyes.
You didn’t have a thing for Anjali before, sure she was pretty. But seeing her naked body made you realize how blind you’ve been all this time. Anjali wasn’t just pretty, she was sexy, no denying it.
You squeeze her breasts and moan an electric sensation travels between your legs you cross them and bite your lower lip.
“Maybe later.”
You step into the shower and activate the water.
You shiver and rap your arms around your breasts. The water was too cold. Females seem more sensitive to temperature.
You adjust the temperature and finally start cleaning your self.
The water feels incredible as it flows down your brown body. You rub it in with soap and watch as the suds move over your brown sexy body. Your briefly mesmerized as you watch the suds flow down your breasts. You rub the soap in till every part of you shine. Once done you exit the shower and rap a blue towel around your chest. You look at Anjali in your reflection and smile. She was all clean and smiles back. You wish you were in your old body so you could tell Anjali how pretty you thought she was.
While you dry you walk around Anjali’s apartment in a blue towel. Learning where everything is. You see she has some fake glasses to make herself seam smarter. Or maybe she just wore contacts today. That would explain the blur you saw when you first changed into her. You figured it’s probably safe to leave in the contacts for now if she wore them.
Once dry you put on a purple bra and panties, stretch hearing all Anjali’s bones pop into place and curl up in Anjali’s bed smiling. Exited for your new life in her body as you pull the fluffy blankets over your skin and go to sleep.
When you wake up...