When I eventually came to my senses one thing was immediately clear. Well, two things.

Oh. They’re new…

“Miss…can you stand?”

I took my gaze from the two brown mounds poking from the top of the scratchy suit shirt to the older, gruff looking Mexican man offering me his hand.

“Oh, yeah thanks sir” I said, extending my hand out to grab his, missing with the first attempt due to the shorter than expected length of my new bodies’ arms.

I quickly brought the arm back around though and clasped my soft brown hand into his. My dainty fingers sinking into his rough hands as he yanked me from the cold floor.

“Much appreciated.. sir” I nodded with a polite smile, straightening myself and turning to speed walk to the nearest bathroom...

“Argh!”

Forward I fell, gravity pulling me back toward the earth below, having not adjusted to the new weight distribution of my body and the heels on my shoes.

Luckily, two hands grabbed my shoulders and kept me from crashing to the floor.

“Phew, some catch there señor!” I patted his face, straightened myself up and began my wonky walk towards the private escape of a bathroom.

I took a look over my shoulder to the janitor, watching me walk away with a furrowed brow and perplexed expression.

What the fuck is happening to me..am I some kind of ghost? And where did that other bastard go who I was in before? The thoughts were clattering around in my head as I stumbled clumsily on the black heeled shoes down the corridor.

“Ah fuck these” I cursed, resting on a wall and yanking both shoes from my feet and launching them into a nearby trash can.

“So much easier, why do these sluts choose to be so uncomfortable” I muttered to myself, feeling the cold floor stinging the bottoms of my feet underneath me.

Right, bathroom. Need a bathroom…

Aha!

As I rounded a slight bend in the corridor a sign for the men’s bathroom caught my vision. I hurried my steps and leant into the door to open it.

Wait.

I caught myself on the door and took a long step backwards. I peered to my left and spotted the women’s bathroom sign.

I raised my eyebrows and allowed a wicked grin across my face. A look that would’ve been pervy enough on my old face, on …