I packed my pink chemise, heels, gloves, crotchless pantyhose, little black dress and lipstick, since my eye makeup had gone AWOL. I picked some fing...ernail polish, my favorite pink thongs and found my earrings and bracelet. I put it all in a lil red bag and stuffed it deep into my duffel bag. I decided that I could get some makeup, a clutch-purse and maybe a corset (SHOPPING!!) in a mall on the way…I was still undecided as to whether I would go through with it, but after I got off work I. ’ I do. I’m impressed with both of us. Minutes, hours, years later, he sits back on his heels and I try to make some sense of my hair. ‘I’m not supposed to trust you,’ I say. ‘That’s OK.’ He leans forward, takes my head in his hands, and brings his mouth down on mine, hard. My legs are wrapped around his waist again and I decide that if we were naked, THIS is the point where some serious fucking would be occurring. Alas, we’re not and it’s not, but that doesn’t stop us from acting it out pretty. . this was something new.As I was dressing I thought about similar situations ... the only similar situation I could recall was Lucy Lou ... and it was pretty vague ... I believe ... I think ... NO ... couldn't be ... could it?"Grace?" Yes dear." When did you stop taking those pills?" What pills?" she goggled just for a second, "Shit ... I forgot." She started to cry..."I'm sorry ... I didn't mean ... you still love me, anyway?" Well ... It looks like there's more than one reason for this. He didn't recognize the body he saw. There were many scars of past wounds on his chest. It was obvious the man who's body he'd taken over, had fought and survived. He critiqued his 'new' body and saw a man who looked to be in the prime of his life. In his late forties or fifties, there were streaks of silver in his hair and while he wasn't overly tall, he had a solid build. This wasn't the body he'd have expected a 'computer designer' to have."Have you lost your mind, Aakil?"He flinched at the.