Staring down the barrel of the goons revolver Donny makes a desperate lunge for his .45
on the nightstand catching his would be assassin off guard, the killer's shot goes wide
tearing into the bed. Donny feels the cold butt of his own pistol filling his hands and
returns fire without even taking time to aim. Recoil kicks the gun from his now much
weaker grip but not before a wild shot splashes his assailant's brains across the far
wall.
The stench of gun smoke and blood fills the air in the small apartment as Donny surveys
the scene, only just beginning to understand the enormity of what has happened.
Shaking and sick with shock he stares down at himself or rather at Tammra's body not
quite believing his eyes. He puts his hands between his legs to confirm what he already
knows, his manhood is gone replaced by a smooth feminine slit. He jerks his hand away
as a noise from outside brings him back to himself.
"Fuck this shit I gotta get out of here."
He realizes that even in this neighborhood a gun fight is going to draw attention,
followed by the cops, followed by a lot of question and probably a long stay in jail
even if they believed he was just a bystander they would keep him on ice long enough to
ruin his plans to collect his big pay off from the Carzonei mob. His instincts kick in, a
lifetime of staying one step ahead of the law guiding his actions. First he tries to remove
any trace of Tammra from the room gathering up her torn clothing and wiping anything she
might have touched especially his gun he then presses it into the outstretched hand of his
original body, a profoundly creepy experience. He looks around the room trying to see it the
how the cops will, just another mob hit that ended badly for both parties no reason to look
for anyone else, they’ll figure it out eventually but by the time they do he should be long
gone.
Next he cleans his new body up as best he can, wiping off the blood with a hand towel, trying
not to shudder as he wipes cum from his thighs. Finally he dresses, obviously none of his own
clothes will fit him now and even if they did most of them are covered in blood, fortunately
Tammra was smart enough to expect her "business" suit to get trashed and had packed accordingly.
He finds a pink boob tube and a black leather mini skirt in her bag along with a change of
underwear. Grimacing at the thought of having to wear such a girly outfit he squeezes his
womanly curves into the clothes finding them uncomfortably tight and far too revealing, still
what choice does he have, he'd certainly draw more attention fleeing a crime scene in a torn
and bloody suit and around here no one will pay too much attention to another under dressed
whore.
He checks his reflection, still surprised to see Tammy's pale and frightened face looking
back at him, her makeup smudged and her eyes red with unshed tears, one last check to make sure
he won't get arrested for public indecency, he figures he should be okay as long as he doesn't
make any sudden moves, then he ducks out of the window down the fire escape and away into the night
dark city.
Keeping to the shadows he...