JD wasted no time, and Judy felt the tickling in her mind again as it was riffled through for information.
I keep a measuring tape in one of the drawers.
She watched her arm reach out with disconcerting familiarity towards the correct drawer, rummaging around briefly before procuring the tape.
Judy’s silent query about its purpose was answered when her body suddenly began to strip, the transition from fully clothed to completely nude so swift that she barely had time to register any embarrassment.
Instead, she watched her own face examining her reflection with an unfamiliar air of clinical assessment. After a brief pause, she watched herself unroll the tape and take her own measurements with the ease of long practice - something else JD had no doubt done before.
“It’s always important to get the right fit,” her body said in answer to her unspoken question. “I take this part of the job very seriously.”
Judy’s view spun around as she was walked out of the bathroom and back to her computer, which awoke from sleep mode to her login screen.
Judy felt the complicated string of characters that was her password rise unbidden in her mind. As JD puppeteered her fingers, she sincerely hoped that what Susan had said about memory wipes was true.
“It’s true,” Judy’s mouth said as she watched herself open a browser window. “I’ll remember the broad strokes of what I’ve done in your body, but none of the exact details.”
What if you do something like write down what you’ve pulled from my memories? Would you remember what you wrote down?
Judy’s fingers hesitated in mid-type.
“That’s… possible. But only if I did it deliberately and really focused on it, in which case you would see it happen and could report it. For example, I’ve already forgotten your password: I wasn’t consciously thinking about it, I just let your memory guide my - well, your - fingers.”
Judy was about to enquire further when she saw what JD was typing.
---Wardrobe D---
---Profile 05---
---Starbucks CNR Margaret + York---
---20 minutes---
Before Judy could ask, JD hit the lock screen key combo and straightened up with a sudden sense of purpose.
“Brace yourself, Judy. We’re going shopping!”
Judy felt a sour panic overcome her as she contemplated her already decimated bank account, but her body chuckled in response.
“Not literally, Judy. Relax. Just …