Old Mr Frank had wanted this.
On his deathbed breathing out his last breaths he muttered the ancient words that would put his consciousness into somebody else's body.
The nearest body that would easily accept his consciousness was his next-door neighbour, a beautiful middle-aged divorced woman with one kid.
It was strange suddenly finding himself as a woman.
It was strange having breasts and nothing between your legs but a wet opening.
He felt so many emotions.
He felt sad happy and horny all at the same time.
He could feel her still inside his head trying to get out but she was too weak to do so.
He accessed her memories and saw her life like a movie.
He had all the knowledge he needed to be her.
He could easily fool everybody into believing he was her.
He got the memory that her son was out for the night at a friend's.
He knew what he was going to be doing whilst the house was empty.
He was going to get to know her body a hell of a lot better.
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