(Originally posted by: Bangle.)
As much as you wanted to try out this new equipment now, as much as you wanted to tear off your clothes and fuck your sexy former body NOW, you knew that the headhunter could return any time, and that it wouldn't be wise to stick around here. You reach out and grab Mitchell by his now feminine wrist with your newly masculine (yet still slightly dainty due to him being a teenager and all) hand. "Come on, we can't just stand around! The headhunter could be back any minute, and I for one actually want to be able to try this new body out, so unless you want to be just a head for the rest of this trip I suggest you come along!" You urge, tugging him along.
Mitchell soon snaps out of his stupor. "Uh, right! Sorry!"
The two of you run from the cabin and into the woods, heading in the opposite direction of where Tanya ran off from. You felt your male legs traverse the terrain more easily than your less well muscled old legs would've allowing you to cruise along at a steady clip. It was weird to run with a package between your legs now, though luckily (or unluckily) it wasn't a monster, six inches though a rather nice girth to it. One downside though was your heart. Your old one had picked up a TON of mileage due to how often you had to put it into overdrive so it could pretty much keep up no matter how hard you pushed our body. This heart on the other hand seemed to lack that experience, and was having a hard time with all of this running. Despite being in good shape you began slowing down, and eventually Mitchell overtook you using your body while barely even sweating.
"Alright, let's slow down a bit, I think we lost him." You pant, slowing to a jog and trying to catch your breath. Mitchell complied, slowing down so the two of you could walk side by side.
"Sorry about that, your body is actually pretty rugged. I'm impressed, though running with these things wasn't exactly pleasant." Mitchell said, grabbing a hold of his new boobs.
"Preaching to the choir." You joked, punching him in the arm a little. You both laughed, though you stopped it when something caught your eye. "Hey look, over there." You said, pointing off towards your left. Mitchell traced your finger and saw the small cabin you were pointing at. "We can hold up in there for a little while, come up with a plan." You said aloud. Mitchell nodded and the two of you proceeded to the cabin.
You threw open the door, revealing a very basic interior with only two rooms. Before you there was a living room, populated with a single bed and some chairs, behind it was a kitchen with a metal stove and some outdated looking utensils. "Not much of a home, but it'll work for now. Lock the door, I'll see if I can find anything useful." You tell Mitchell. He nods his head and does what you asked, locking the door behind the two of you before sitting on the bed.
You search but find nothing of use. There aren't any hidden items of value, and while the knives would be helpful if this were a real life or death scenario it would be absolutely insane to pull a real weapon on a guy who you knew for a fact was just a paid actor/sex worker, so you ignored them. You decided that it was best to get a plan in order before heading back out, knowing that it would be damn near suicidal to go out there blind. "So, here's what I was thinking: the headhunter wants the body you have, and the head I have, right? So why don't you go out and cause a ruckus, something big enough to grab his attention, and I'll stay hidden. The headhunter will show up, take you as the bait, and I'll try and get him from behind! I know he may have a good thirty... or forty pounds on me, but if I catch him by surprise I just might be able to..." You look up, realizing that Mitchell hadn't said a word, or even given a grunt of acknowledgment. "Dude, are you even listening?" You ask. You turned to Mitchell who had been occupying his time by experimentally fiddling with his new hooters, his cheeks flush red as he groped his new flesh. "Having fun there?" You playfully ask, straddling your new playmate.
"Uh, yeah. This is... This is really weird." He said, turning his attention to you.
"Trust me," you whispered into his ear, "It's about to get a whole lot weirder."
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