Not a bad place to hide out requested by Anonymous.

Hi, my name is Benny.

Two-time loser.

Three weeks after getting out of prison after doing nearly 10 years I was wanted again.

You could say I never learn.

You see I was offered a job I could not refuse.

40 million dollars just to break into a museum and steal an old rusty metal medallion.

It was easy to get past their security.

It was easy to grab The Medallion.

I found a couple crooked cops waiting for me at my apartment when I got back from the job.

As quickly as possible I darted into the maintenance closet slipped on a blue jumpsuit and picked up a wrench.

I could see the supervisor had written down apartment seven leaking shower.

I headed over to the apartment and knocked on the door tending to be the maintenance man.

I was just going to hold the occupant hostage.

But as I stood next to her as she explained the problem with her shower the strangest and most unbelievable thing happened to me.

I turned into a beam of light and entered her body.

I was now her.

Her I felt so soft and bubbly.

I felt sexually alive like I'd never felt before.

I felt the heavy weight of her large breasts hanging off my chest.

I looked at myself in the mirror and grabbed hold of two big breasts with my small delicate hands.

I let out a girly squeal of surprise at how sensitive they were.

I felt the tightness of her jeans around her legs hips and pussy.

I felt the strange dampness between her legs.

I had no idea at the time The Medallion I had stolen was a magic One.

I had no idea it had felt my panic and fear of being captured.

I had no idea it had found the perfect place to hide.

Male curiosity took over and I stopped thinking.

I slipped off her blouse pulled off her bra pulled off her jeans and tight knickers and started playing with that sweet pussy between her legs.

I had just reached orgasm when her kid got back from school.

Being trapped as a hot single mother was not bad.

Between taking care of the kid doing her dead-end job and having fun with plenty of men I did a little bit of research into what I had stolen.

The median was an ancient magical artefact.

It was believed it could put the soul of one person into the body of another.

It was believed that it was a one-way transfer.

So even if I wanted to get out of this life I could not.

Why would I want to go back to my old life?

As a hot sexy middle-aged woman, I had plenty of sugar daddies to buy me nice things and keep me happy as long as I dropped my knickers when they asked.

The criminal

The mom