Akira smiled as he crouched down, his feminine ass pressed against the door as he opened the poor woman's purse. She had run off, screaming as ran, following the strange drone that had swapped their heads around. He didn't bother. Not only did he know that he'd never catch that drone, but he also didn't mind his new body. He liked how this new body felt, and he enjoyed the feminine curves, the smoothness, the softness of it. But, he thought, since she did have his wallet, he'd need at least money for a taxi and he might as well see if she had her ID here. He knew he'd need to look her up later. They'd have a lot to talk about once she gives up chasing that stupid drone.