Michael the lonely janitor in the office thought Alison one of the Private Secretarys had everything.
She had a killer body a good career and plenty of money.
Which was everything he wanted in life.
He decided he was going to steal it from her.
With the aid of a which doctor his soul was put into her body and her soul put into his.
The witch doctor also made sure she did not remember her former life.
She now believed that she had always been Michael.
Michael spent a good 24-hours getting acclimatized to his new body.
He found it extremely strange at first having Allison's memories as well as his own in his head.
But he needed them to take over her life.
His first day at her job was extremely nerve-wracking.
Even though he knew what he had to do and knew how to do it he was still scared that he would be found out.
But not even Allison's boss noticed anything different about her apart from she was a little bit more wild in their afternoon fuck session today.
Michael was nobody, a janitor. A person that most people never really noticed.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there was Alison, she was one the private secretaries that firm had.
She wasn't just pretty, but beautiful, she had everything a gorgeous body, a good career, she makes good money.
While he was that nobody, he never given that chance, because some reason or cause. He was a person that slip thou those cracks. Never given the help he needed.
Michael was smart, but society thought differently.
So the only job he could get was low-level jobs, no real train or help.
As he took a job as a janitor, the place was in now. He was invisible, a nobody. Which served him well about the third of time, he was down in the basement, in private office space. When he isn't doing his JOB??? He also planning, searching , study various things.
And then Alison appeared. Then for some reason.
Some strange reason, he wanted her, no than wasn't right. He felt that wanted to be her.
Not look like her, or dress like her. To be her physically, biologically, genetically. So her emotions, her memories, her mentally. And also kept his only memories to.
To make it work, he had to also erase her memories when it happens. But not given her his memories, but a false memories being just a janitor, and not be to smart.
It took him many, many weeks to find the right spell , the ingredients to use. How long it takes.
Step one: pour the potion in her drink, step two take the potion you need for the chance. Three make sure there is nothing that Alison use or memories of her old life. Four do the spell. Five sit or laid down completely still for a period of a day. Six used to your new body.
After the potion, the spell, the concreating. Michael need a day to adjust to being Alison.
After he no her was sure that his and her memories where there. She was ready to be Alison. No that not right she is Alison.
HIS FIRST DAY AS NERVE-WRACKING.
It wasn't that he/she couldn't the job. He/she could the job, he/she to think about it for a moment or so. When he/she did it was like she did for a long time. No what bothered her, was the strange thought. That they knew that he wasn't Alison.
But no one knew, even Alison boss.
He asked her the take a dictation in his office. Then he said he wanted to take a special dictation.
For a moment he had to go into her, Alison memories. And said to herself. Oh a special dictation.
She slowly unbuttoning the two button of her blouse , to expose, her bra. She slowly raise her skirt to her waist, to expose her stay-ups and knickers.
And slowly finger her scarlet fingers on his lips. And slowly kiss him. It was a deep kiss. And he could feel her tongue deep inside his mouth. It was like she was touching the back his throat.
Before he could react, Alison was sitting the edge of his deck.
He kissed or she kissed him back.
The next thing was that he lower her knicker down to expose her gorgeous womanhood. And she turned around was holding the other edges of the desk. He did her not once , but twice or three times.
As he was satisfied and straight himself up.
While Alison took a few moments longer. She pulled up her knickers. Rebuttoned her blouse. Pulled down the skirt to a normal fashion.
After a few more minutes. They pretend to act like to normal people working. It seem strange that Alison was a bit more wilder than average.
Tank You Alison, could type these up, and make several copies.
Of course sir, she said. As she left the his private office. To type them up. She had this sly grin on her face.
If he could tell that I'm wasn't her, than no one will. Hum, she does this several times a week. A wonder how could they get any work done. As she started to type of her computer. She was pleasantly pleased. I have every thing now. And I'm going to keep it?
I like it
DeleteThank you, I liked the idea, but I put a spin to it. One he had to have a reason, two a desire to correct or change it. Three become her. Four make sure the change is perfect. And permanent. Next make sure that they can't change it. Five a dry run. Six you knew it work, but there but change, a slim chance is but not. Six you know basics than more private one. So you need to dip into your feminine memories. To know what he means by it. Seven that is more complexes than there sex. The desire the need to prove it. And there more to it.
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