Mike walked over to the door in her thigh high platform boots and was surprised by how easily she moved in the unfamiliar footwear. She felt incredibly vulnerable in the black g-string and leather bustier but there wasn't anything she and "Josie" could do about it. James had all the cards or, more literally, he had the medallion. Without it they were stuck in their new, very female, and very fuckable bodies, and Mike had a sinking feeling in her trim little stomach what they would have to do to get it back.
She opened the door. Sure enough, James was standing their with a grin on his face that was half mischief and half pure evil. He had changed out of his delivery uniform into a pair of torn jeans and a black t-shirt promoting some death metal band Mike had never heard of. He gave a wolf-whistle as he stepped inside, his flinty eyes freely roving Mike's curves.
"Very nice. I approve," James nodded and, so casually Mike did not expect or block it, gave the stacked redhead's left tit a proprietory squeeze.
"Oh!" Mike gasped in shock, the sensation was totally different from Joe's dainty hand playing with her tit, and when her mouth popped open James tossed something in.
"Swallow it," James instructed as he strolled toward Joe like he owned the place- - and her. He held up another pill, "You too."
"What is it?" Joe whimpered.
"Just a little molly to help you girls get into the act," James said his eyes lingering appreciatively on the massive cleavage barely contained by the black haired girl's zip up halter top, "Heh! Love Police! Those better be the only kind of cops we see around her tonight."
Joe complied and swallowed her pill, "Don't worry. We aren't crazy. We just want to get our real bodies back. What - -and what do we have to do?"
"Just make all my dreams come true,"James there was a wicked glint in James' dark eyes,
