Hank had always had a short crew cut for his entire life, and now strands of hair were falling in his face, and he had breasts on his chest, and a vagina between his legs. The whole thought of being in a new body really scared him. He tugged at the hair now on his head in disbelief. As he looked around the room, he realized that it was different too--it certainly wasn't his own house. He recognized the people in the family photos around the house. He was in the body of one of the town's religious zealots. If he was her body, whose body was she in? When she found out that he was in her body, would she demand he live some sort of pious lifestyle? He didn't like the thought of that...
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