"I want to be projected into that hot blond number Amy Sue Spellman," Roger said with a grin.
"Isn't she Brad Studmann's girlfriend?" Mark asked questioning Roger's judgment. "You want to have Brad do you?"
"No! I want to find out how Brad gets all the girls, find out her innermost secrets, and dump him! Then when I get back to my bod, I can move in on Amy Sue, as her perfect mate," Roger explained slyly.
"Well, it's your funeral. I set the device for a three-day transference. So for the next three days, you're Amy--" Mark said.
The room glowed and suddenly vanished. It was dark, Roger was hot and damp, and something heavy was pressing down on him. The last word he heard Mark say was "Amy", then he heard another male voice say, "Amy, Amy, Amy, Yes, Amy!"
Roger opened his eyes, as his body spasmed in orgasm, something was jabbing deeply into him. He recognized the face breathing heavily on him. He gasped, "Oh, Brad!" in recognition. The voice coming out of his mouth was Amy's. It had worked. He was Amy.
"Ready for round two?" Brad asked as he french kissed Amy. The tongue in Roger's mouth prevented an answer. Amy's body instinctively kissed back. The smell of Brad's and Amy's sweat and sex made Roger feel horny, and happy.