The disorientation I experienced only lasted for a moment, but when I came to my sense again I realized I was stood on the other side of the street from where I had been stood. What the frick?" I mumbled, looking across to where I had been stood. Now there was a woman standing there, a 30-something woman with long, permed blonde hair and a well made-up face, and wearing... wait... she was wearing a t-shirt EXACTLY like mine, and jeans and sneakers too. Then I noticed... she had no boobs... or that's what it looked like.
It wasn't until I lifted my hand to look at the ring again.. that I noticed my own predicament. My hand was more slender... and had long fingernails painted a crimson red. And I was no longer wearing the ring. When I looked down at myself... I almost fell over in shock, partly because of the peep-toe, slingback stiletto pumps I had on my feet. "What the fuck!!" I swore. My main focus was on my chest, where I now had two huge breasts almost spilling out of the light blue, shoulder-strap top I was also wearing (in tandem with a black jacket). And a black skirt covered only half of the sexiest legs I had ever seen. Only... they were apparently MY legs. My body had certainly changed, but my head remained the same.
Eventually I came to the realization that me and the woman had somehow switched heads. "HEY!" I shouted after her, as she started to walk off. I stumbled in my awkward heels and almost snapped an ankle twice as I followed her.
"Excuse me?" the woman replied, looking surprised... and strangely calm about the situation.
"Give me my body back!" I demanded.
"What?" she frowned.
"And that ring, its mine!" I said to her, gesturing to the ring on her finger.
"Get away from me or I'm calling the cops!" the woman warned, making you stop in your tracks. "I don't know what you're going on about kid, but you're obviously on drugs." she said. I remained silent... and just watched as the woman walked away with my body... leaving me stood there... with my head attached to her busty, shapely body. And that was the start of all this. Head swapped with a chick. And more importantly the ring was lost. I now knew what Bilbo Baggins felt like.
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