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After I dropped out of school and flew cross-country to take care of my mother, I was forced to find some creative ways to make ends meet. After I received my third phone call that she had been found wandering in the street, I knew that I had no choice but to drop everything and go back home to take care of Mom. As a second-year medical student already swimming in student loan debt, paying for a nursing home was out of the question and with her advanced dementia taking care of her was a full-time job. I dropped everything and came back home, jobless and without a plan. I was in a bind, stuck at home with an ailing mother and with persistent letters and phone calls from the loan officer back at Harvard, my bills piling up quickly. I quickly discovered a solution, but I wasn't exactly proud of it. It wasn't strictly ethical... and it wasn't precisely legal, either. The doorbell rang and I opened the door for my latest client, Alexa, who had found me through some backdoor channels on the dark web. My business wasn't exactly one where you could put out a billboard or a Facebook ad. She smiled as I opened the door and I did a double take, as she had a bit of a different look than my usual clients. She wore a bright, flowered sundress, her thick blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. Her fingers and toes were painted a bright baby blue. I also couldn't help but notice a large diamond ring on her left hand. "Come in," I said, motioning her inside. She followed me in silence to a seat at the dinner table. I sat across the table, trying to create as much of a professional environment as I could. "What test are we taking?" I asked. "LSAT," she smiled, showing perfectly white teeth. "I want to be a lawyer." Getting a perfect 525 on the MCAT had been one thing, but I had become a bit of a celebrity in certain back corners of the internet after I got a 180 on the LSAT and an 800 on the GMAT and GRE. It had started with a bet from a friend in college but test-taking came easily to me and after the GMAT, the LSAT and GRE were easy to study and ace. It had initially been a silly thing I did for pride, but now that I was in desperate straits, it came in handy financially. "And do you have the money?" I asked, getting straight to the point. Alexa opened the purse and showed me several neat stacks of $100 bills. I quickly counted the stacks; it added up to a tidy $50,000. I nodded, and she closed her purse. "Everything looks to be in order," I said. "I'm going to walk you through the procedure, if you're ready to move forward with this." "Absolutely," Alexa said with an air of finality. "Ok," I said, clasping my hands in front of me. "Let me explain how this is going to go down." Cheating on high-stakes exams has been going on as long as they've existed. In 2020, exam security is at an all-time high. In order to get into the exam room, you need to get past a metal detector and prove your identity with several forms of identification, including fingerprinting. Your every movement is recorded by a camera, your every breath recorded by a microphone. It should have been impossible for me to be able to take the exam for someone else. Prior to starting medical school at Harvard, I had been a neuroscience major at MIT, and if I may say so myself had been pretty good at it. It came easily to me and labs were falling over themselves to get my services. My first paper in Nature came out my sophomore year and was on the biological signature of consciousness. I discovered that consciousness is a biologic process written onto the organ of the brain. After years of the same consciousness in the same body, certain things become hardwired, like deep-seated memories and habits and underlying desires. But consciousness itself is in a constant state of molecular flux, and can be manipulated... or even transferred. I spent the rest of my time at MIT, and during my first two years at Harvard, experimenting with consciousness modification. I never published these results. The testing centers could detect if someone else showed up to take the test for you. They couldn't detect if someone else was in your head taking the test for you. "You're going to meet me here the morning of the exam, at least one hour before exam time," I said. "We're going to perform the transfer. I'm going to leave here, drive your car to the exam center, take the exam, then drive back. You are going to stay here and watch my mom while I'm gone. After the test is over, we will perform the transfer back. It should be quick and easy." She shook her head in disbelief. "How am I supposed to know how to take care of your mom? What if someone comes by the house asking questions?" This was the most common question. "Consciousness is transferred, but most memories are hard-wired. Mannerisms and habits, too. So you'll have all my memories, and you'll even talk like me and sound like me if someone comes by. They won't, but just in case." She nodded. "It works both ways, too," I explained, "I'll have all your memories and mannerisms and proclivities. So if I get asked a security question, I'll know all the answers from my brain, but if I run into someone you know, I'll act just like you and they'll never know the difference." "Now, contingency planning," I said. "If I somehow don't come back on time, don't panic. The number one rule of this: we never let on that we've switched bodies. If anyone ever suspects that you're not really you, or I'm not really me, then the exam companies come after you and your whole career is in the toilet." "One time, a client ended up taking the GRE at the same time as one of her best friends. The friend wanted to get drinks after to celebrate, and it would have been really suspicious to say no. I ended up having four cocktails with her, stayed at her place for the night, and drove back here hung over in the morning. She never had any clue that it wasn't her actually her friend she had drinks with." "I once got rear-ended on my way back from an MCAT, and so I had to do what would be least suspicious. I called the client's dad, who came and picked me up. The car was totaled. It took me over a day before I could borrow his dad's car without arousing suspicion. That client's dad never even suspected it wasn't his son he was talking to." "You have my memories. You have my mannerisms. If I'm late, nobody will ever suspect that you're me and I'm you." Alexa nodded to all this, swallowing, fidgeting with a lock of her blonde hair. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I said, seeing her discomfort on her face. Every client had this reaction, but nobody had as of yet backed out. I watched her steel herself, then nod again with conviction. "Ok," I said, "meet me here Friday morning." Alexa quietly got up and walked toward the door, leaving the purse full of cash on the table. She stopped, and turned. "My fianc?'s dad is a founding partner at McCoy and Whitney," she said quietly. "He told my fianc? that he can do better than marrying an Instagram model. I want to show him that I'm worth something." I sighed. My clients always felt the need to tell me their rationale for why they needed someone to illegally to their exams for them. To be frank, I didn't really care what their reasons were; if they could afford the $50,000 fee, they were all privileged sacks of shit who didn't really need the leg up anyway. But that wasn't exactly good customer service. I nodded obligingly to her and tried to give my most sympathetic smile. "Don't worry," I said, "we're going to get you that 180." She smiled back, then opened the door and walked out toward her black BMW sedan sitting in the driveway. I watched her as she walked, her light sundress and blonde hair flowing behind her in the summer breeze. I shook my head and went to prepare lunch for my mom. *** Early Friday morning, Alexa's car rolled quietly into my driveway. Exam security were even strict about clothing; no sweatshirts, and all pockets had to be turned out, so most people tried to be as minimalist as possible. Even hair ties could be inspected or confiscated. Alexa was no different: she strode to my doorstep clad in black: leggings, sneakers, and a tight black t-shirt with a small black purse around her wrist. The dark clothing made the contrast of her sparkling diamond ring even more obvious. She marched confidently to the front door, where I stood waiting for her. "Game time," she said. I nodded and took her through the front entryway and into the garage. My mom's Toyota Camry sat amongst a pile of objects, mostly discarded material from various experiments of mine. I took down an unmarked cardboard box from behind the clutter. All my clients expected fanfare, an exotic-appearing, futuristic mind- swap device with large helmets. In reality, all that was needed was a laptop (which housed the program) and two sets of two electrodes, which plugged into the USB jack on the laptop. I used a dedicated laptop that never connected to the internet so I could never get hacked. Each electrode was stuck directly onto the temple; one electrode reads the molecular signature of consciousness and records it, and the other overwrites the new signature onto the brain. The entire process, in total, lasts about 45 seconds. I booted up the laptop and loaded the program. I placed the laptop on a card table in the garage and sat us down at two chairs on opposite ends of the laptop; the encoding process generally puts you to sleep for the entirety of the procedure. I gestured to Alexa. "Put one electrode on each of your temples," I said softly. Alexa quietly obliged, pushing her hair from her face and sticking the probes to her head. I did the same. "Ready?" I asked. "Ace that test for me," she said with a tremor in her voice. I initiated the program. The program feels a bit anticlimactic because consciousness transfer to some extent is similar to dreaming... you just wake up in a different body. Still, the feeling of waking up to see your own body staring back at you can be disconcerting and it makes many clients uncomfortable. Alexa took it surprisingly well. I opened my eyes to see her in my old body, sitting in a pair of jeans and a ratty concert tee, unkempt brown hair stuck in all directions. Many clients react poorly and some even have a panic attack at their out of body experience, but Alexa merely looked at me and nodded. "It worked," she said in my deeper baritone. "Did you have any doubt?" I asked, my voice now a few octaves higher. I stood, and looked down at my hands. Alexa's baby blue nail polish now covered my hands. On my left ring finger sat a large diamond ring, with two smaller stones on the band next to it. Alexa's memories immediately flooded my head of the moment her fianc? proposed on the beach in the Bahamas, dropping to one knee in the sand in the sunset. David, his name immediately popped into my head, identifying the handsome man from the memory. This was a common phenomenon in the body swap process: visualization of objects triggering memories left from the body, helping the new consciousness integrate with its new surroundings. Having occupied women's bodies many times in the course of my business, the weight of Alexa's breasts on my chest, the weight of earrings in my ears or her long blonde hair flowing behind my shoulders was not foreign to me. Still, my brain always noticed it and took a minute to get used to. I pulled her iPhone from her purse. The home screen showed a picture of Alexa in a short white dress and what I now knew to be her fianc? David in a suit holding hands on a bridge. Memories immediately burst from the recesses of Alexa's mind of their engagement party: of having to switch dresses at the last minute, of it being so humid on that June afternoon that she had to re-iron her hair twice, of David's uncle having a few too many drinks and calling her Alicia in his toast. The time on the screen read 7:12. The test was in a little over 45 minutes. "Time to go," I said putting the phone back into the purse and making my way toward the driveway. I turned to Alexa in my old body. "Remember: wait for me here, even if it's until tomorrow or the next day. If something happens, I'll make my way back here when it's safe. And if for some reason someone comes calling for you, just be me. Your body will know what to do." She nodded. "The keys are in the purse," she called. "I know," I said. Clients often don't quite comprehend that I know everything their bodies know. I knew the contents of the purse as if it were my own- partially because it was. I clicked open the doors of the BMW and got into the driver's seat. Memories again burst into my head, this time of the day that David had surprised me with the car on Christmas, with one of the stupid red bows like in the commercials. I remembered how excited I was and the thrill of driving it to the beach that night, and of giving him a twenty minute-long blowjob in the passenger seat. I recoiled. I knew that the memories were Alexa's body's way of integrating the new consciousness, and I forced them aside. Still, memories of the taste of semen filling my mouth weren't exactly what I was looking for at 715 in the morning. Sex memories were often part of the process of integration; my consciousness was decidedly attracted to women, while the brain that inhabited Alexa's body clearly had opposite preferences and the flow of memories was Alexa's body's way of trying to reinforce the status quo. I had done plenty of consciousness transfers before taking tests for women (and a few with gay men) before so I knew what was happening, but it didn't make the vivid memory of my lips wrapped most of the way around a hard dick any less jarring. I shook my head and started the ignition. I glanced into the rearview mirror, pushed a lock of hair out of my face and pulled the BMW out of the driveway. ** I arrived at the testing center at 7:40, in time to check in for the 8 o'clock test. Already there was a long line of people waiting to register for various exams. I got in the back, but the line moved quickly. I made it to the front at about 7:55, and greeted a middle- aged woman officiating check-in. Even this early in the morning she was clearly already annoyed at her job. "Test registration and identification," said said without even looking at me. I pulled the small black clutch from my wrist and pulled out the printout with my testing information on it, and handed it to her alongside my driver's license. "Name and test?" she said, taking my license and exam registration without looking up at me. "Alexa Marshall, LSAT," I said without thinking. The convenient thing about consciousness transfer is that the muscle memory of the body generally takes over and acts how it normally would. This makes passing as the original inhabitant of the body much easier: you have to actively try to do something out of the ordinary. "Please take this key to the locker, you can take number 18," she said, handing me a key on a plastic keychain, still without making eye contact. "Once the exam begins, you cannot have any items in your pockets or on your person. That includes cell phones, wallets, watches. Please store your personal items in your locker. If you open the locker for any reason during the exam your test will be voided. From the moment you step into the testing center, all your actions will be recorded with video and audio. Do you understand the terms of the exam?" "Yes, ma'am," I said, rolling my eyes. I had taken exams at this testing center two to three times a week for the past six months, so I was pretty familiar with the rules. Of course, I was wearing a different body each time so there was no way for her to know that. She continued to stare at her computer screen and did not notice my facial expression. "Once your stuff is away, please proceed to security." I made my way to locker 18 and opened it quickly. I knew the faster I could get the test done, the sooner I could get back to my body. After removing my driver's license, I dropped my purse in the locker; Alexa had known better than to wear a watch today, so there was nothing else to leave. I made my way to the exam room. There were three people in front of me looking various degrees of anxious. The first one stepped up to the security checkpoint. Entry into the exam requires valid fingerprints on both hands, photo ID, and a full scan with a metal detector wand, and they monitor you on camera throughout the exam. My method is pretty much the only way of cheating, which is why I was able to charge such a premium. "Next," said the woman at security, and I stepped to the front, placing my ID, exam registration, and keys to the locker on the desk. "Please scan your pointer finger on the left hand." I placed a manicured finger on the scanner, the bright green of the scanner contrasting with the baby blue of the nail. "Now, right hand." "Now please stand with your arms out," she said, standing from her desk and grabbing the wand. She waved it over both my arms and leg, and detected nothing. "Good to go," she said. I stepped into the testing room and went to computer 18. I entered my registration information and began the test. At this point, I had taken the test so many times that I pretty much knew every question the second it popped up. I could ace the test in my sleep- the key was pacing myself so that it wouldn't look suspicious if I finished the test too quickly. I always made sure to take at least 30 seconds per question, and to take every bathroom break I could. The test was as unremarkable as all the others I've ever taken. After the first section, I went to the bathroom; I didn't even have to think about heading to the right one as Alexa's body guided me to the ladies' room by instinct. Despite having taken exams in dozens of women's bodies before, I had never quite gotten used to peeing sitting down. I pulled down Alexa's black yoga pants and her black thong, revealing a bald mound. Alexa's memories of her last bikini wax flooded my head; I shuddered. I hastened to finish peeing and get back to the test. ** I completed the last section of the test. I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out of the testing room for the last time; despite having taken dozens of tests in dozens of bodies I still couldn't entirely shake the nervous feeling of getting caught, but of course nobody would ever suspect that I wasn't Alexa. I went to locker 18 and collected Alexa's purse. I took out her phone, and glanced at the time. It was 415. I would make it home in time to cook dinner for my mom. I took the elevator down to the lobby of the building. There were several people milling around the lobby, including one tall young man wearing a suit holding a bouquet of roses. He spotted me and his face broke into a grin. It was David, Alexa's fiance, I realized with a start. "Alexa!" he called, beaming and moving quickly toward me, roses in hand. "Congratulations on taking the LSAT!" He embraced me and bent his face down to kiss me, his scruff rubbing against my face. Alexa's body knew what to do; our lips locked in a prolonged kiss. "But I thought you were going to be at work late tonight!" I said, taking the roses in my hands. The words came to me; Alexa's body's impulses were acting of their own accord, and I made no attempt to steer them. Any departure from the way Alexa would usually act might tip him off that something was wrong. Memories came flooding into my head of the large bouquet of roses he gave me on our first Valentine's Day together. I had spent a full hour deciding which dress to wear on the date. "I lied," he laughed, "I wanted to surprise you! My office is 7 blocks from here, it was so easy to just take off early and walk over. I figured an event like this deserves a celebration." "You are so sweet," I said, smiling. "And I figured if I walked here, we could drive home together before we go out for dinner." "Dinner?" I asked incredulously, trying to hide my panic. Dinner meant a delay in getting home back to my body and to my mom. While this had happened a few times before, navigating getting back to my body was always an anxiety-provoking experience. It was often difficult to find an excuse to disappear for a few hours in a way that didn't arouse suspicion. "Didn't I tell you this is a celebration?" He smiled. "I have reservations at the Orange Plum for 630!" I swore internally, but knew I had to play along and find an opportunity to escape back to my house when I could. For now, I had to be a convincing Alexa. I put on the biggest smile I could muster. "That sounds lovely!" David again bent down to kiss me and again our lips briefly locked for a moment. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked from the testing center together, still holding the roses in my arms, David asking me excitedly how the test went. As we walked, my mind raced. I knew I had to be vigilant and look for every opportunity for an excuse to get away and back to my body, but I didn't see a way out for now. David and I would drive home together, and then I could try to plot my escape. I got in the passenger seat of the BMW, making mindless small talk with David as my heart pounded all the way back to our apartment. We arrived at the luxury high-rise complex in the heart of downtown. We parked, and took the elevator upstairs, David now telling me excitedly about the interesting case he was working on at work. We arrived at our front door, and walked into the massive apartment. David kissex me again. "Go get dressed," he said. "Dinner is in an hour!" I walked into the bedroom - our bedroom, Alexa's body reminded me, and walked past the king-size bed to what I knew what my side of the bed. I put my clutch down on the vanity, and turned to the closet. "Get dressed..." I thought to myself. "I haven't got even the first idea of what to wear." But as though unbidden, the remnants of Alexa's mind still present in her body immediately went to work. "Well," I found myself thinking, "it's a beautiful summer evening, so maybe..." And I found myself opening the walk-in closet and stepping in. It was all I could do not to gasp. The closet might have been half the size of my entire house. In one corner was the largest collection of shoes I had ever seen, a massive trove of footwear ranging from formal heels and winter boots to sandals of different colors, flats, and sneakers. There were probably ten times as many shoes as I had owned in my entire life. Hanging from one wall was a collection of dresses, sorted by color. There were more dresses there than I thought one person could possibly own, and a section of skirts and shorts and shirts and jeans, and even a few lacy, flimsy nightgowns that I couldn't imagine left much to the imagination. I felt overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothing in one place, and had no idea how I was going to choose something. But Alexa's mind had an idea. "Summer calls for something bright..." said a voice in my head, guiding me toward a section of pale green and blue dresses in the closet. "And it's a date, so maybe something a little nicer..." Alexa's instincts quickly directed me to a pale blue dress with a white sparkly bow on the collar, and I removed it from the rack. Letting Alexa's body guide me, she picked out a pair of white sandals that I was somehow certain went well with the dress. I brought the dress and sandals back to the bedroom, and looked into the mirror in front of the armoire. It was the first time I had really taken in my body since the switch. Alexa - I - was absolutely stunning. I had realized she was beautiful when we had met but generally speaking I tried to fight down these kinds of notions about my clients, because they would have access to those thoughts once they entered my body for the switch. I stared into the mirror at my large blue eyes, and smiled brightly, watching the smooth blonde hair flow behind my shoulders. In preparation for the evening I stripped off my black t-shirt and leggings. I gazed in awe at my body, my round breasts staring back at me from within my nude bra, my thin waist quickly giving way to fine, toned buttocks barely hidden beneath my panties. She had told me the day we met she was an Instagram model, and in that moment I saw exactly why. I slipped the light blue dress over my head, its form squeezing tight against my chest. "Well, that was easy," I allowed myself to think, but Alexa's body moved instinctually toward one of the drawers in the armoire, pulling out a bag of what I immediately realized was makeup. I let Alexa's muscle memory guide me as I first put on some of what Alexa's brain told me was foundation and then subtle blush. Next was dark black eyeliner and mascara, Alexa's hands moving almost of their own volition expertly across my eyelids and eyelashes. I applied a dash of bright pink lipgloss, puckered them and smiled. I knew I looked absolutely incredible. If I thought I was done getting ready, I was wrong. Alexa's body guiding me, I opened a different drawer and pulled out an object with a metal end and a plug. A curling iron, said the voice in the back of my head. I watched almost a passenger in Alexa's body as I twisted the ends of by blonde hair into subtle curls. Yet another drawer yielded a velvet box, which I quickly discovered was filled with two silver bangles that I slipped over my right hand. Another box contained a beautiful watch with a white face and rose gold band, which I clicked onto my left wrist. Lastly, I opened up a final box to reveal a pair of large silver hoop earrings, small diamonds glittering along their curve. By habit I put them into my ears, and felt the subtle weight of them against my earlobes as they swayed back and forth. I smiled. Now I was ready to go. I took a small white purse from my nightstand and walked out of the bedroom to join David. "Wow, babe," he said, grinning as he looked at me. He had changed into khakis and a sportcoat, sitting on the couch watching TV. "You look amazing." ** We arrived at the Orange Plum just on time for our reservation. As I walked in, memories flooded in of the last time Alexa was here. I recalled with perfect memory the half angry exprsssion on David's father's face in meeting me for the first time, and David's mother's kind but cool tone as she interrogated me as to my intentions with her son. Still, I remembered, the food had been fantastic. The hostess quickly ushered us to a table outside beneath a tree, the shadow beneath the leaves cool relief in the warm summer evening. I hung my purse on the back of the wicker chair and sat down. While we waited to be served, I looked David in the eyes and smiled while he told me about his day at work. He was objectively attractive, I could see why Alexa liked him. Soon, a waiter arrived with menus. "My fianc? just took her LSATs today!" David announced, and I was touched to see a note of pride in his voice. A rush of affection came unbidden from my body. "I think a drink is in order!" "May I interest you in the drink menu? We have several special summer cocktails available this evening." David ordered an old-fashioned, while I let Alexa guide me into choosing the fruitiest drink on the menu. Soon, the drinks arrived and David raised his glass to meet mine. "To law school!" He said, and we clinked our glasses together. The mango daiquiri was tastier than I cared to admit. I tried my best to enjoy myself during dinner, trying not to strategize about how best to get back to my own body. Clearly I was stuck here for the time being, likely for the rest of the night, so I let Alexa's body guide me. I shook my hair out of my face as I giggled at one of David's jokes, feeling my hoop earrings swaying as I did so. One cocktail turned into two turned into five, and soon I was very glad David and I had taken an Uber here instead of driving. Dinner was, unsurprisingly, fantastic. I had never eaten here- the Orange Plum was a few steps above my price range- so I enjoyed Alexa's salad as much as I did taking tastes of David's steak. We shared an absolutely heavenly chocolate fondue for dessert. As we got up to leave, the thought came unbidden that I was very glad I had not worn heels, since I was having difficulty walking straight even in my flat sandals. We took an Uber home to our apartment, laughing about jokes I cannot remember with our hands clasped together. ** The Uber dropped us outside our building, and David became quiet as we took the elevator up to our apartment. He fumbled with his keys but was soon able to get the door open. I was unprepared for what was coming as within a second of the door closing, David's hands were around the back of my head pulling me in as his lips met mine, his tongue entering my mouth. Alexa's body, though, had seemingly expected this and I found myself locking tongues with him as he pulled me closer. Five cocktails in I found I had even less control over my body, Alexa's muscle memory now fully in charge. I had to play along regardless or risk exposing myself as an impostor in Alexa's body, but her lust for David was so overwhelming I'm not sure I could have fought it even if I tried. I dropped my purse to the floor and threw my arms around his shoulders. His hands ran down my body, now one hand in the small of my back and the other firmly grabbing my ass. My chest pressed against his. Still kissing each other frantically, we moved from the entrance foyer past the living room and into the bedroom. As we approached the edge of the bed, David's hands gripped the bottom of the dress and expertly pulled it above my head, leaving it on the floor. Without even thinking my body reacted, and my fingers were soon expertly undoing each button on his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest. He pushed me down onto the bed, his hands caressing me along the bare skin of my back. My hands were quickly at his belt and soon that too was gone, leaving him naked except for his boxers, his erect cock standing at attention through the cloth. His hands were at my back and soon my bra was on the bed next to us, my ample breasts now swinging freely. He took one in his hands and ran a finger along the nipple; I felt my body subtly shudder. Soon his boxers were off and I took his dick into my hands. The bit of my consciousness still left was disgusted; I had never seen another man's erect penis in person before, but Alexa's body knew just knew what to do and now my hands were around one, stroking it softly. My bracelets softly clinked together as I moved my manicured hands softly across his shaft, the diamond on my left hand sparking in contrast against his skin. He placed one hand against my panties, and I felt myself gasp. Even over the underwear his touch against my vagina, and I felt myself dampen immediately. I closed my eyes and heard myself moan as he slowly ran his finger up and down. I opened my eyes as he slowly removed my panties, and smiling slyly, he spread my legs and bent his head down between them. I could not have possibly prepared for the feeling of his tongue between my legs. Waves of pleasure flooded through my body as his tongue maneuvered around my clit, first long teasing strokes followed by short bursts licking me up and down. I felt like a passenger in Alexa's body as arched my back and moaned with pleasure, placing a manicured hand against the back of his head and pushed him harder against my clit. "Oh fuck!" I yelled, grabbing at the bedsheet."Fuck yes!" The bursts of pleasure came faster and faster until they were nearly on top of each other. My heart beat faster and faster. I screamed without words as I reached my climax. David raised his face from between my legs, my juices wet on his chin. He sat up straight in bed and smiled at me, his rigid dick pointing straight at me. Despite myself, my body could imagine nothing it wanted more in the world than that rock hard cock in my pussy. "I want you inside me, baby," I found myself saying, as if the words came from outside myself. He deftly moved up in the bed and spread my legs wide to reveal my bare crotch. Pushing himself against me, he slowly spread my lips, dripping wet, and slid his erect penis inside me, the tip disappearing between my legs. I moaned again as he thrust deep into me, filling me. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, and bent down to kiss me. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss as if I had always been in this body, my tongue locking with his. We rocked against each other, my breasts bouncing up and down as he held me missionary style. "You're so fucking tight babe," he said with eyes closed tight. I felt the rhythm of his thrusting quicken, his hands wrapping around my ass and pulling me in, pushing his cock deeper inside me with each thrust. I felt my diamond hoops sway against the side of my head. With Alexa's experience informing me, I could tell he was close. "I want you to come on my tits," I breathed, gasping for air. The words rolled out of my mouth before I even realized I was saying them. I searched Alexa's memories and found with a start that David enjoyed finishing on Alexa's face or her breasts as much as he did finishing inside her. I was glad that Alexa's first reaction this time was her chest and not her face; despite my consciousness' growing comfort in Alexa's body I didn't think I was quite ready for that. My intuition was right: moments later David pulled his dick from between my legs and aimed it at my chest, where soon short streams of semen burst forth. I held my boobs together obligingly while he squeezed the last few drops of cum onto my right nipple. "I can't wait to marry you, babe," he said, flopping into the bed next to me. I smiled wordlessly and went to the bathroom to clean up. In the privacy of the bathroom, my mind raced. I stared at my beautiful naked body in the mirror, perfect blonde hair now askew and breasts still covered in semen. I had just had a man's penis inside me and then asked him to ejaculate all over my chest. I knew it wasn't really me that was into it- it was the remainder of Alexa that remained in her body. I took a wipe from the medicine cabinet- Alexa's body immediately knew what to do - and cleaned the warm cum from my chest. My mind raced. Everything would be ok if I just was able to get back to my body. Still, I didn't see a way of accomplishing that tonight without raising suspicion, so I let Alexa's instincts guide me as I sat down on the toilet to pee. After I had wiped, I picked up an old sorority t-shirt and sweatpants from the bathroom counter and went back to the bedroom. David appeared to already be soundly asleep. I stopped at the armoire and removed my earrings from my ears, then my bracelets and watch, and lastly placed my diamond ring on my ring holder. David turned over in his sleep. Thinking this could be my window of opportunity to get home, I made for the door, but he turned over and looked at me groggily. "Climb in, babe," he said, and with a feeling of resignation I pulled back the sheets and climbed in next to him, his still naked body nestled up against mine. I tried to stay awake and think, but I was overcome by an overwhelming exhaustion and fell quickly asleep. ** I woke to the sounds of what my body immediately told me was an Ariana Grande song blaring from the nightstand. Instinctively I snoozed the alarm, then sat bolt upright. I turned next to me to the empty bed, and immediately knew that David had gone to work. Now was my opportunity to go home! I picked up my phone, but immediately noticed a calendar alert. "Brunch with the Squad