"Come on!" The girl said, heading for the party.
When she had disappeared, Jim slid over into the driver's seat and began to fiddle with the ignition. He pulled the cover off and stared at all the differently colored wires.
It was then that he realized he had no clue how to hot-wire a car.
"Hey! What are you doing to my car?" It was the blonde airhead again.
Jim opened the passenger door. "What's your name, anyway?" He asked as the blonde slid in.
"Cassandra. You can call me Cassie." She smiled. "But you have to tell me what you're up to!"
"Sure, look at this." He held up two of the wires in his dainty new female hands.
Cassie leaned closer. "What? I don't see any prob--"
Jim reached over, placed his hand on the back of her head, and smashed her face against her steering column. He felt Cassie go slack in his arms, unconscious. There was a little blood on the steering wheel. He made sure she wasn't going to bleed much, then shoved her into the back seat. He rifled through her purse and removed her wallet and ID. Next, he took her keys, started the car, and drove out a mile or two along the wooded highway. He stopped the car, cut the lights, and crawled into the back seat with the unconscious bimbo.
He undressed Cassie, finding that her clothes were a remarkable fit for his new female body. He took her little tank dress, her strappy sandals, and her jewelry. The sight of her semi-nude body caused Jim to become flushed with arousal. He was intrigued by his female body's horniness, including an erect, tingling clitoris and tight, aching nipples. He wanted to screw his blonde prisoner badly. Of course he thought with some chgrin. It might be hard to screw her with no dick!
Well, first things first. he decided. After taking her clothes, keys, and ID, he got out of the car and dragged Cassie into the trunk. He was a little wobbly on the high heels, but his female body seemed to come with a few skills built in, one of which was walking in the type of shoes he now wore. He grunted in exertion as he hefted Cassie and shut the trunk. He'd have to talk with her later, maybe try to get her help or at least her understanding as to why he was doing this. In Jim's mind, he simply had no choice.
He started the car again and began to drive. He would need to go back to his place, to think things through. Maybe Rick would be useful in this situation?
As he drove, he decided that--
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