Bethany woke up in just a pair of boxers on the main bed of the suite.  She initially was startled, but then remembered the previous day.  She also remembered drinking what would be a half bottle of whiskey between them.  Her head, to her surprise, wasn't pounding.  She did have to take care of some business.

She walked to the bathroom in the suite, seeing Paul asleep.  She couldn't quite think of him as Sergeant Murphy, especially now.  He was still asleep in her clothes!  She grinned as she went to the bathroom.

This place thought of it all!  There was another sink just outside the bathroom, she noticed as she closed the door.

Now, damn, how the hell do I aim this?  She thought, pulling her new cock out.  Do I...

She sighed, and just aimed generally.  She felt urine shoot out, and she aimed accordingly.  This wasn't so bad, she thought ad she finished and washed her hands.

She walked back out in the main room to see Murphy waking up on the couch bed.  He sat up and looked at her.

"Hey beautiful."  He said.  

"Still trying for the hard boiled facade?"  She asked.

He laughed.

"Good, right answer!"  He said.

"That means?"

"Your handling this well!"  He said.

"Another test?"  Bethany said, annoyed.

"I want to be sure you're all right. I mean, you've been through a lot!"

"Okay," Bethany sat down on a chair.  "I guess that makes sense.

She sat very femininely, and Murphy was amused.

"You may be more comfortable not sitting like that."

"Oh, I, damn it, why did I ignore the obvious..."

She sat more masculinely.

"I guess I need to learn to deal with, those."  Bethany said.

"I wish I could give pointers, but I'm, you know, a bit used to them."

"Well, you teach me to deal with these, uh, new assets, I'll teach you to walk in heels and feminine health issues.  Deal?"

The next two hours were them trading information, learning how to adapt to the other's body.  It was awkward at times, even almost comical, but both learned.

However, they got a knock at the door.

"Detective Lopez!  Come on, Murphy!"

"Damn!  I forgot the the time!"  He went to the door.  "Give me ten minutes, Lopez!"

"Oh, damn it all, okay."  She said.

He went to the bathroom, took a very fast shower, brushed his teeth.  He had no time to examine his new body.  He came out in a towel, looking for business outfits.  He was plainclothes.

He saw Bethany smiling, leaning against a wall, dressed in his black hoodie and blue jeans, grinning.

"Uh, so most of my formal wear, which I don't, uh, wear that often, is dresses and skirt suits."

"Of course it is!"  He growled.  He then stopped.  "Nothing personal."

He then found a grey skirt suit, a blue shirt, and put on tan pantyhose and found a pair of black flats.

"Oh, don't you look cute!"  She laughed.

"Don't."  He said.  He opened the door and Detective Lopez laughed.

She was a short, very athletic Latina.  While probably three inches shorter than  what Murphy was now, she could take him.

"Oh god damn it Murphy!"  She laughed.  "Oh, this is too fucking funny!"

"I'm glad you're having a fucking laugh, Lopez, but why don't we focus?"

She looked at him, and kept giggling.

"Yes, yes!"  She said, still laughing.  "So, we have five likely hospitals.  By the way, next time, choose pants and boots.

"She doesn't have formal pants!"

"Oh wow, really?  Well, then good ankle boots at least.  And, I guess either buy pants or deal with pantyhose.  I mean, I've literally never worn them on the job."

"I'll keep that in mind.  Who's the most likely useful witness?"

He's at the premiere hospital in the state.  He's an experimental neurosurgeon, and has several papers on head transplants."

"Perfert.  You go in first, I'll come in next after you ask some standard questions.  Sound good?"

"Well, let's do it!"  She said as she pulled into the hospital.