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Terri stood by the side of the road, looking at the pick-up truck pull up. As he got closer, she noticed he stopped slowing down, instead pulling away and driving off. She shook her head in frustration.

Why the hell wasn't this working? She wondered. Why weren't people at least stopping?

She had been stuck for about forty-five minutes now. Her phone didn't seem to get any reception out here and despite appearances she has had no shortage of vehicles going past, with exactly zero stopping.

She sighed. She looked her car, then herself. She was in this cute dress with a classic car with a non-smoking but seemingly-inoperable engine in a remote area. She then wondered if she would stop if she saw a situation like this. If this was a movie, would she stop for her right now? Most likely not. Still, she couldn't help her dress or the car or anything else right now! She just needed...

There! An RV pulled up and she saw a kindly-looking man in the driver's seat. Maybe he could help.

The next day he came back to see if it was still there. He smiled as he walked over to it, then just had to lean against it. He struck a bit of a pose and laughed as he did. Her body felt so good and that dress was just the right bit of short, sexy, flirty, but still tasteful. As he got in, smiling that he didn't have to adjust the seat at at, he checked his mirrors and saw they were positioned perfectly. Of course, given whose body this is, they should be. He smiled as he slid the key in the ignition, turned it with his feminine hand, and got it going no problem. Probably just overheated. Well, it would last long enough to get to where he was going.

He started to drive, enjoying the feeling of using high heels to drive. Most women probably didn't like that feeling, but to him, at this moment, it was pure bliss. Plus, someone might as well enjoy the experience, it wasn't like this body's former head ever would again!