Like a magnet, Dan found himself being pulled away from his own body. It wasn't that he was not inhabiting his body in the first place, but it seemed he was drawn towards another physical form. One look was enough for Dan to realize that he was drawn into his colleague who was standing besides his still unconscious form. She was still looking at his body anxiously. If only she knew what actually happened, and what will soon befall the two of them. Dan instinctively tried to scurry away, but the suction force was too strong, and soon, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into Linda's chest, losing his own consciousness during the process.
Luckily, it didn't take long for Dan to regain his senses, but he immediately realized that something was off. He was now standing firmly on the ground, no longer possessing the levity he had just earlier. His head felt fine, as in that it wasn't injured or aching. If anything, his hair felt longer and tighter. And it wasn't the only area that's tight. In particular, his chest also felt tighter and much heavier, pronounced when he heaved with every breath. Obviously, he didn't feel like himself, and opening his eyes revealed...his bloodied body laying at his feet, which looked smaller than he thought and was adorned with black heels. Now that his focus shifted to his lower extremities, Dan also realized he was now wearing a thin, tight, nylon garment that wrapped his legs and his plump rear. The color was barely distinguishable that it would be missed by the naked eye, but Dan could definitely sense it now. Speaking of which, the nylon also tightly encased his groin, now lacking a distinct bulge from his original body. Dan seriously thought he was hallucinating if not for another officer patting him on the shoulder.
"Are you ok, Linda? I know Dan was one of your most precious understudies, and we have already called for a stretcher. Hopefully, he will recover soon. Why don't you go and freshen up a bit? We can take care of the rest."
Dan was in a state of utter shock to even respond, but a rest sounded like the best remedy now, so Dan simply nodded as he groggily headed out the alleyway and into the nearby public restroom.
The first thing Dan noticed as he entered the restroom was his new appearance reflected on the mirror. It wasn't the tall, brawny blond guy he had grown accustomed with. It was the small but svelte superior that he has always looked up to. Perhaps the major difference is that the person in front of him was evidently exhausted and upset, unfamiliar expressions for the Linda he knew. But most disturbing was the fact that she was mirroring every move Dan made. He raised an eyebrow; the girl in the mirror did the same. He gave his impressionable goofy smile; the figure did a perfect mimicry, although it was clear that the expression was forced. Dan tried washing his face to refresh himself, but he only gained to realize his smooth and silky skin upon every contact. He found himself inadvertently brushing away strands of long brown hair he now had.
After 5 minutes of refreshing, Dan finally accepted his new fate. "So...I'm Linda? Or more accurately, I'm in Linda's body?" He slightly jumped when he heard his new feminine voice. But the surprise quickly gave way to disgust, as Dan was soon reminded of the repulsive scene in the alleyway, with his head streaming with blood. It was like experiencing a nightmare of seeing one's own death, except it felt all too real. Dan felt a sudden pang, and he quickly bent over the sink to puke the bile and whatever Linda ate that day out of his mouth. Did Linda always have a weak stomach, or did he just suffer serious PTSD to induce such a reaction?
Just as Dan finished emptying his discomfort...