Crack whore

Aaron recognized the building that he found himself inside from his days as a social worker. It was a place where druggies, the homeless, and crack whores hung out. He hadn’t been here a moment ago. He had been sitting on his couch at home, but a strange flash of light blinded him and he was now here. It wasn’t just that he was in a new place, he realized he was also in a new body. He knew based off the people that frequented this place that no body he could’ve ended up in would be a god one. He wasn’t exactly surprised by the skimpy outfit he now wore. He could only figure he was in the body of a crack whore. The hardest part would be withdrawal, but his social worker career gave him plenty of knowledge of how to break the habit and where to go for support, even if this woman was flat broke. He just needed to get out of this building and find some place safer. The building was no only famous for its poor residents, but its crime rate. There were murders and rapes on a daily basis, and Aaron didn’t want to be a victim of either.