As he was being questioned by the man, Charlie heard a voice from behind. Looking back, he saw a young redhead woman walking towards him. Based on her demeanor, she might be a colleague of the policeman Charlie is currently possessing.
"What's wrong? Have you found anything suspicious?" the woman asked.
Charlie didn't know how to respond, but some quick thinking made him realize that he didn't need to reply. This woman's appearance just gave him a ticket out of this mess. Maybe going back to a female body won't be a good idea, but at least it won't be permanent...
Charlie extended his arm, as if wanting to give the woman something important. The woman responded instinctively. When the hands were close enough, Charlie reached ahead and grasped the woman's hand.
Once again, the same suction sensation enveloped over him. When his senses had settled, he opened his eyes to notice that his point-of-view had changed once more. As expected, he was now staring at the cop from before, with the man behind him.
"Oh, um. I am fine. I don't have much to report, but I have to help this gentleman and his wife. I will be right back." The cop released his hand and proceeded to walk off with the man to presumably help his wife.
Now that Charlie got out of that situation, he let out a big sigh of relief. He felt his now heavy chest bounce up and down. "Right, now I'm back in a woman's body," Charlie thought. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take in one day.
He began to walk in the same direction he saw the woman walk from earlier. As he walked, he noticed that his gait is much smaller and delicate than before. Pausing to look down at himself, he realized that he was now wearing a black pencil skirt ending at mid-thigh, which would constrict his usual stride. Charlie also saw the small heels adorning his feet. Charlie still needs to learn how to walk in these articles of clothing, as the previous woman he possessed was wearing a loose dress and flats.
As Charlie was about to walk, he wondered where he needs to go. Unfortunately, he has no idea where this redhead needs to go. In fact, he barely knows anything about this woman other than the fact that she is associated with the cop from before. Fiddling around the pockets on his black blazer, he stumbled over an ID badge. The badge indicated "Rebecca Chambers, private detective". While it helps to identify who he is right now, it doesn't help him in determining his next step. Searching around his body, Charlie was only able to locate a set of keys aside from the ID badge.
"Well, that doesn't help. What should I do?" Charlie asked, hearing Rebecca's distinct, high-pitched voice from his mouth for the first time.
