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She thought the alley had another entrance to it. When the car's lights turned on, she had been trying to cut through, thinking this was the same alley she had used before to get to her car faster. She didn't wait around to see what it's intentions were. She went to run where she thought the exit closest to her car was...

And found a wall instead. She turned immediately but two men were not coming towards her, cutting her off quickly from her only exit. She was ready to fight but one simply took out a tranquilizer dart gun and shot her with it. She tried a final time to run, but the dart worked too quickly and the last thing she ever saw were them slowly walking over to her.

Paul stood up and walked around the room, getting a sense of how his new body moved and felt. Everything about this seemed alien to him, but not unpleasant.

His pancreas had been failing and he needed some way to survive. He was very wealthy, though discreetly so, and quietly enlisted the services of some people who specialized in this type of thing. They had a solution and while he knew it meant her death to him it was better than him dying.

As he moved and walked, he heard her phone go off and he checked to see who it was. It was her husband, asking when she was coming back home. It was nearly three in the morning. Oh, he must be so worried! Well, it would be a pity to keep him up for the whole night, right?

"I'll be home in thirty. See you soon!"

He smiled as he held the phone in her feminine hands. He wasn't lying to her husband to shut him up, no, if his body felt this good just moving and walking he could only imagine what he could feel if he fooled her husband into sleeping with him!