Linda found herself staring at Roger's ass as he left and found that she was rather aroused. She got up and headed to the bathroom to try and relief herself.
She pulled the toilet seat up and was standing there for a moment, about to pull down her pants, before she frowned. "What am I doing?" She asked, sitting down. "This makes no sense," she mumbled. It was as if parts of her were being stolen...her clothes, her lifestyle...
"If Roger becomes me...will I forget I was ever different?" She mused. "He doesn't seem to notice."
Distracted, not paying much attention to what she was doing, she stared into space, letting her mind wander.
Two things happened...one was where it wandered, the other was what she noticed when it stopped.
