As he stood there gazing down at his host's wonderous cleavage, Thomas suddenly began feeling a little dizzy. He leaned forward and supported himself on Officer Nelson's desk with her hands...and then he sat down when the dizziness increased. The whole room began to spin and he started getting a little scared. Then...after taking a deep breath of air into Brenda's lungs...Thomas suddenly found himself 'shifting'. It was like being pulled backwards through a badly-lit tunnel at high speed, and all Thomas could think to himself was..."Oh fuck!" Then just like that...he was back in his own body...and he jolted awake. His right leg jerked upwards and his foot kicked straight through his glass table...sending shards everywhere.
"Holy mother of...." Thomas groaned as he put his hands to his head. His head was pounding, a direct result of the drug. After a few minutes he opened his eyes, still massaging his temples with his fingers and thinking back to what had just transpired. He looked down at his chest, as though expecting to see Officer Nelson's huge breasts still sitting there, but they were not. And a reach between his legs confirmed he was very much 'male' again. He couldn't quite believe that he had just been possessing someone else's body, Officer Nelson's no less. He wondered whether he had to be thinking of a person before he could 'transfer' into their body, or whether he could just enter a person at random after taking the drug. Thomas wasn't too concerned, he would answer these questions in time...hopefully.
Feeling groggy, Thomas looked at the broken table in front of him and the bags of 'Dust' scattered around. "Fucking amazing!" he mumbled, shaking his throbbing head. He then unsteadily got to his feet and set about cleaning up the mess.
When that was done he sat back down and looked at the bags of drugs laid out in front of him on a small coffee table he had dragged over. He wondered why he had lost control of Brenda's body after so short a time, eventually pinning it down to the relatively small amount of Dust he had snorted. He was tempted to take some more, but the migraine he now had was telling him that maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Thomas hid the Dust and then stood up again, he got a couple of painkillers and a glass of water and made his way to bed. He would deal with his problems tomorrow when he was feeling more clear-headed.
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