Ben watched happily walk away with his body, almost a skip in her heavier steps as she quickly went away from him to the waiting car. He just smiled, shrugged, and kept walking, watching discreetly as she got in and the car drove away.

It was only when the car was out of eyesight that he stopped and looked down at himself, clapping his hands together in a feminine way and giggling. Actual, legitimate, girly giggling.

She had told him of her grand plan as she was waiting for her ride and he could tell she felt like it was a masterstroke of genius. She detailed how she'd use his body to get into his company, infiltrate down to the vault his company had, use his biometrics to crack it open, and be out of there. Only then, she said, would she even think of giving him his body back.

He had to hand it to her. It certainly was a plan. It was also entirely an insane one. First, she seemed to think that security wouldn't notice someone who looked nothing like him facially using his keycard and fingerprint. She also seemed to think that her behavior wouldn't get her immediately flagged, to say nothing about a woman's head on a man's body! Second, the vault needs two people, not one and they didn't just have someone on standby to access it, they had specific times to do that. Third, and most entertaining for him, she assumed this vault was some massive ultra-secure thing brimming with money when it was, it was something more akin to a large safe made of five centimeter thick steel and at max no more than a meter and a half tall and wide, that had no more than six or seven hundred thousand Euros.

He giggle again thinking about it, then looked again down at himself and started to walk quickly away, his lithe, cute legs carrying him back to a taxi. He now had a new womanly body, one that he had no intention of letting her have back. Let her take his body to prison, he was going to go out and buy his body cute new clothes!