Well, what can I say?
I had my body stolen by a beautiful woman two weeks ago.
I did not think things could get any more crazy than they already had.
The minute I touch it I find myself in her body.
I watched in surprise and disbelief as she ran off in my body.
I could not have her due to the short skirt and high heels I wear now.
As I stood there panic stricken not knowing what to do a van pulled up.
I kicked and screamed and demanded to know what was going on but I got a sharp slap to the face.
Sometime later I am dragged down to the van and thrown into a filthy dirty room.
All sorts of horrors were going through my head now that I were a weak and defenceless woman they could do practically anything to me and I would be unable to stop them.
I was forced to strip and on a bed with my length wide open.
I felt so vulnerable.
This big-looking man walked into the room and demanded to know where the money I still was.
I said with anger in my voice: I have no idea what you're talking about.
I don't know anything about the money.
I know I look like Amanda.
I know I am wearing Amanda's clothing but I am not Amanda.
My name is Franklin I'm 25 years old until last week I was living on the streets and eating out of dustbins.
The big man dropped his trousers and pinned me to the bed.
He forced himself upon me and before I knew it his big hot sweaty cock was between my legs.
I stopped struggling and let him have what he wanted.
After five minutes of rough sex, he came.
Told me he would be back in half an hour and we started the questioning again.
I lay there with his seed and dripping out of a Wandering what sort of woman I was now.
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