He clutched some clothes against his unfamiliar body. 'Don't kill me!' he pleaded. His voice was high pitched. Very feminine. He was definitely Tammra. She was confused. What was going on? His own naked body was lying there on the floor. Bleeding out. His own eyes looked at him momentarily before the body died. He was dead. Or at least his body was. No somehow he wasn't. Somehow he was now a she. In Tammra's naked body. A gun was pointed at him.
'Your Tammy aren't you? One of the bosses sluts' That was a statement. I knew him his name was Marty.
As the new Tammra, or Tammy as she was generally know, I found myself nodding. Staring down the barrel of the gun.
'You weren't here. You saw nothing...…..Understand' I had to nod. What else could I do.
'Right help me clean up' He was matter of fact. He assumed as I worked for the same boss. I was more than happy to help him.
I just lay there on the bed. Not knowing what I was meant to do. I was totally confused.
'Well hurry up. Get dressed. We will have to torch this joint. I'll get some fuel' He went out the door.
I had to get out of here. My own clothes were where I had discarded them on the floor. Unfortunately that was where my old body had fallen. They were soaked in my blood.
My only choice was Tammy's clothes. Now I regretted tearing them off. At least I had thrown them on the other side of the bed.
I knew enough that I had to hide any evidence of Tammy being here. That meant collecting all her clothes. I assembled them on the bed.
A torn bra was still wearable. I put it own, remembering how girls did that. With my new apparently enhanced knockers I certainly need a bra. The lace on one breast was torn but it would have to do. Her, or should I say 'my' lacy panties were next. Again the lace was torn but they were still functional and dare I say it a perfect fit. As I pulled them up I realized I had my own sperm dripping out of what was now my own vagina.
I was still in Tammy's stockings and the paraphernalia to keep them up. I didn't know what that was called.
Tammy's white silk blouse had 4 missing buttons. I put it on and did up what buttons I could but three were missing. Quickly I found two of them on the floor and put them into what was now my handbag.
Next was the skirt. It was what I knew to be a pencil skirt. I guessed I had to step into it and reached around and pulled up the zip at my rear. It fit snuggly. Lastly was the matching grey jacket. By doing the jacket up I was able cover the missing buttons on my shirt.
Dressed I had another look for the missing button from the blouse. Reluctantly I went to the other side of the bed where my former body lay in a pool of blood. There was the button. It was as if my old hand was reaching for it. I picked up.
For some reason the ring on my old finger caught my attention. It was gold and I realized I might need the money. I pulled it off the dead finger and put it and the button in my handbag.
Reluctantly I went back to the clothes lying under my old body. I knew there was two grand in the wallet in my pocket. I carefully reached across the body being careful not to get blood on myself. I found the wallet just as Marty returned.
He saw what I was doing and must have assumed I was robbing the corpse.
'I'll take that Tammy' He had a can of fuel in one hand.