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Csaba sprinted into the train station, crazed and ragged. The body hopper’s current mount wasn’t old, by any means, but he had gone days without a full night’s rest on the run -often times literally- from a group of mysterious, suited agents. Throughout his entire (unnaturally extended) life, Csaba had never encountered a team such as them, and he wasn’t willing to finding out more about them. Even in the safety of the crowd, he was growing paranoid, eyes darting around the station like a cornered animal. Csaba knew that the only way to slip away was to do what he did best. All he needed was a fresh body, preferably an unassuming one (and it didn’t hurt to go for a young, attractive one.) Just his luck, though, he couldn’t spot a single handsome man in this entire station! Although… Csaba did find a prime candidate, a catch he would’ve jumped at the chance to mount even if he wasn’t under duress, but he couldn’t help but pause in apprehension. This potential host was attractive, of course, but SHE was far from the type he usually went for; Csaba had exclusively been men for a VERY long time, but he was desperate (and why deny it, a little curious), so with a deep breath, he said goodbye to his old body and propelled his consciousness across the platform towards the unsuspecting blonde.\r\n---\r\nIt was easy, like donning a new jacket. The woman was distracted at the time of the swap, and Csaba was experienced enough that he could press the advantage and push her out of her own body with ease. All at once, Csaba was awash with a deluge of new sensations: the weight of a pair of glasses lightly pressing against his beautiful face. Being so short that he was no longer eye level with all the men that surrounded him. Tight, thigh-high socks gripped at his plump, hairless thighs. The short skirt allowing a soft, cool breeze to waft up his legs. Lastly, subtly reaching back, Csaba was not averse to feel no additional layer of cloth as he squeezed at his buttcheeks (which were nice and juicy and firm, by the way.) Clenching, he uncovered the answer as he felt the telltale string wedged in his crack. A thong? Awesome! Csaba should have known: this woman dressed innocent, but he could sense how much freak she was hiding underneath the slightly nerdy facade.  \r\n---\r\nFunny how after so many bodies, the process of hopping into a new one never lost its luster. And the cherry on top for Csaba was witnessing the scene unfolding just a few meters away: a man- his old mount- being tackled by a man in sunglasses and a suit, being dragged away as “he” babbled incoherently. Csaba couldn’t help but sigh in relief, he was free! Free of being hunted… free to get to know his new, feminine body on a DEEPER level. Combing through her memories, he could ascertain where she lived: dorm room… East Wing… Horus Hall… 2nd Floor… that was enough to get him where he needed to be. College student, huh? Not bad, a lot of horny, sexy people tended to congregate around college campuses. Csaba could already feel his groin growing slick in anticipation- yet another novel sensation of now owning a pussy- and he was ready to find out if what they said about female orgasms were as advertised.

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