Roger opened his eyes and looked around, recognizing the kitchen he was in. It worked! Or had it? Something felt odd, and not just the fact that he was in a female body. Looking down he saw that his slim arms were a mocha brown color, his chest wasn't nearly as large as he expected and he was wearing some kind of black and white uniform. This wasn't Simone's body! So who was he?
"Jacinta!" said a mad sounding voice. Roger turned to see his stepmom glaring at him. "Are you daydreaming? I've been calling you."
"I'm... sorry," Roger said weakly, still stunned by the fact that he had ended up in the wrong body. "I was distracted."
Simone gave an exasperated sigh. "Being lazy, you mean. I'm going out and I want you working while I'm gone. Get my bedroom cleaned up."
Roger's mind quickly figured out what had happened. Although he didn't know of her, evidently Jacinta was Simone's maid. The mind projector device had put him in her instead of his stepmom. "Uh, yes ma'am," he said.
Simone left muttering something under her breath that did not sound like a very polite remark about Jacinta's ethnicity. Once he heard the door close and knew Simone was gone, Roger gave a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. Then he walked to the hallway bathroom, knowing it had a full length mirror. Jacinta looked to be twentysomething and was most likely Mexican. She had a slim body and a pretty face. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't the hotbody that Simone was. "Ah well," Roger said. "This was an experiment, after all. I guess it was too much to expect it to work perfect the first try."
Knowing he was scheduled to remain in Jacinta's body for a little under two hours, Roger decided he should straighten up Simone's bedroom. He didn't know how long his stepmother would be out and he didn't want to be responsible for getting Jacinta in trouble. Entering her room...