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It had only been a few days since Raj had stolen her body, but so far no one suspected he wasn’t really Karen. If he hoped to keep it that way, he’d have to keep up her routine. Every couple days, she posted a live video of her workout routine to Instagram, so he got her phone ready to stream.

He was thankful that he had figured out hacking her accounts in advance. Heck, the security on websites was child’s play for him. After all, he figured out how to hack into people’s minds, which is, of course, how he was able to become Karen int he first place.

He was loving being her so much that he was pretty sure that he was never going to go back to his own body after this. Being a woman was just too much fun!

Rush

In Vegas

Jenny nervously walked the floor of the casino. She was visiting Las Vegas and had seen an ad for a service where you could spend the night in someone else’s body. She selected a guy’s body, thinking it would be interested to be treated as a man for a little while. The swap was quick and painless, but getting used to being a guy was weird. She was taller now, and the feeling between her legs as she walked was truly strange.

She had fun at a few games, and felt like she was being treated with more respect -- thought she honestly realized she couldn’t be sure of that. Then a sight at the casino bar caught her eye. It had been hard to recognize it at first because of the outfit, but that was her body sitting there! She approached feeling indignant.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jenny asked.

“Getting a drink. What does it look like?” Her body retorted.

“But you’ve dressed me up like a slut! Where did you even get those clothes?”

“They aren’t THAT bad! I went shopping. Well, YOU went shopping. You also got a brand new tattoo.”

“But you can’t DO that to my body!”

“What are you going to do about it? Unless you want me to keep it.”

“I’l report you to your boss?”

“Ha! Do you think they hire people to swap for their business? No, they find two people both shelling out dough to swap with each other. The way I see it, I paid for this body; I’m going to do what I want with it.”

Hope

Emanuel took a deep breath in before walking across the room to stand between the two women. He took another breath before opening his mouth to speak.

“I’m sure this is going to sound absolutely insane,” He said, “But I woke up this morning in this body. I’m not even sure who I am. I found instructions to put these clothes on and come here. So, basically, yeah, did either of you wake up this morning in a ballerina’s body?”

“No,” The woman to his left sighed before taking a long pause, “It happened to me six months ago.”

“And she’s got it lucky,” The other woman said, “I’ve been like this for three years. They dangle hope about getting our bodies back if we get good enough, but I’m skeptical. I’ve been on tours, gotten big bookings, and yet every day I still wake up with this body to come to practice.”

“So why do you keep doing it?” Emanuel asked.

“Either I’m overly hopeful that I will someday get my body back, or I’ve realized that I’m not sure what I would do with myself in this body if I didn’t do this...”

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