A little dark.

Ronald sat down on the chair, taking the pressure off of his feet. Heels, he knew, would take a long time to get used to and he had much more pressing things on his mind than that. He opened up soft document case (he didn't really consider it a briefcase) and started to look around it.

"Okay, let's see who this bitch is." He said to himself as he rifled through her documents. Most of it was just work-related documents that were relatively unimportant to him, but as he got further down he found the documents he was really looking for. He eventually found her employee information, her flight attendant ID, her e-mail password (he hoped she hadn't changed it just yet) and her employee number. He also, in a stroke of luck, found a copy of her social security card and she had brought along her bank account information.

He smiled as he looked over at her purse and her suitcases which he had already looked through, finding her credit cards, driver's license, and bank card. This was all he needed to access her accounts for her bank and her work, and she had used her fingerprint for her phone and she had put all of her passwords in there, figuring it was all safe for her.

He set aside the soft case and stood up, stretching and looking at himself in a nearby mirror. He had to admit his head looked very odd on such a pretty, feminine body especially one dressed in a flight attendant's skirtsuit and heels, but he didn't care. He now had everything he needed to live a new life and he now had the body that he wanted to live it in. He didn't care he had to steal it or that she would live the rest of her life with her head on his middle-aged male body. That was her problem. He had gotten everything he wanted. That was all he cared about now.