James had been fixated on Daisy Ridley for years, ever since seeing her in Star Wars. Her cut glass English accent, her gorgeous face, her svelte figure... Divine.
As he crept across her lawn, he slowly approached the back patio of the spacious home, and... gold! Out the back was a box, seemingly overflowing with clothing. Perfect! He could just... 'procure'... a souvenir, something of hers, and sneak out! It was hardly illegal, after all, she'd just left them out here, for the taking.
Almost salivating, he reached for the top of the box. Unbeknownst to him, these were clothes Daisy was sending out to donate, clothes she hadn't worn in some time. The top item was a simple bra, a plain cotton one, not large, for Daisy's breasts weren't too large. Gripping it, he raised it up, smiling... and immediately dropped it, seeing his reflection in the patio doors. Daisy Ridley stared back at him, eyes wide, hair cut in a brown shoulder length bob. Every move he made, she echoed.
Finally, it dawned on him... "Fuck!" He squealed, in Daisy's voice, but incongruously, in his own accent. "I'm... I'm her!"