Sunlight broke in through the windows in the room as the run rose, thereby waking the Ranger from his sleep. As he awoke he looked around him, this was not his room. He had gone to bed the night before in a hotel and woken up in a house. That is when his gaze moved to the man laying beside him, asleep. What in the world?! Why on God's green Earth would he be in bed with another man!?! The Ranger thought as he moved to climb out of bed. He tried to move silently as he had no idea why he was there or who this fella is.

As he moved he realized something was amiss. First, he had no clothes on. Second, his movement felt hampered as if a stiff material inside his body was restricting him. And third, the most unsettling of all...he was now a female.

"Wha...wha...what the hell..?" He whispered in a female voice as he looked at himself in the mirror on the wall on the far side of the room. Overnight he had gone from a brown haired, brown eyed male who stood at 5'10" to a blond haired, blue eyed female that, the Ranger guessed, was around 5'3". How can this happen! How can I have become a woman...and why was I naked in bed with someone.... He shuddered and then his mind continued to race, this made no sense! The conclusion he reached was that this man had done something to him and he would find out what.

Scanning the room once more he looked for something to use as a weapon, his eyes locking on a knife on the nightstand. That may work, but I need to play this smart. He thought as he moved to pick up the knife, and then remembering he was naked he scanned the floor for clothes. And to his dismay all he saw was a pair of undergarments a button up shirt that looks to be just barely big enough, a skirt that hardly leaves anything to the imagination, and high heels that look to be at least three inches tall. Well, I guess it is better than being naked. He thought as he donned the unseemly apparel, except the heels as he was inside and shoes weren't needed at the time.

Standing there, feeling hardly any more dressed than he had been when he was naked, he held the knife and stared at the man in the bed for a moment before turning to the door of the room and quietly opening it. He would try to search the house, perhaps find a better weapon before interrogating the man. Moving through the house he assessed it. Nice upper-middle or low-upper class house, and no signs of anything that would indicate a mentally warped person that would either turn someone into a woman, or as the evidence pointed more toward, switching his mind with someone else's.

In the dining room he sat in a chair, he had to think. His military training had prepared him for a lot, but this situation was something else entirely. If nothing else he needed to calm down and not threaten the man in the bedroom unless it was obvious he had something to do with this. It was not obvious. Nothing here leads me to believe he would have anything to do with this. It looks like a normal civilian home. Also if he had done this why would he leave me where I could leave so easily...or kill him easily. He concluded that his course of action was to find his old body and from there see if he can find the cause.

Then looking down, "...Perhaps I should find some other clothes first." Setting down the knife he stood to walk back to the bedroom he had come from, and as he moved away from the chair the knife slid off of the table as though it had been pulled. "What the?" Looking behind him he saw the knife on the floor, nothing was there that could have moved it. Somewhat unnerved by this event he continues to the bedroom. Entering the bedroom he picks up the heels and notices a wad of cash. Picking up the cash he unfolds the bills to count them when a key slides out and plummets to the ground. Immediately he reaches to catch the key but the resistance of this body's joints slows his new hand, causing him to miss the key.

Then an odd thing happened. The hand arrived to late to catch the key, but the key did not hit the floor, rather it was pulled to the hand as if by a magnet. It appears this body is a mutant. And that knife must have been pulled like the key. It was when he realized this body was a mutant that he thought about this strange feeling he had been having. Since waking up that morning he had felt what could only be described as fields. Perhaps, this body can sense electro-magnetic fields.

Shaking his head he pushed those thoughts aside, there were more pressing issues. He counted the money, around two-hundred dollars, and there was an driver's license with the money. He held the money, heels, and key in his left hand and the ID in his right. Holding it with his thumb on one edge and his other fingers on the other he squeezed it. Without using to much force the ID snapped, it was a fake. Letting the two pieces of plastic fall he turned to leave.

He rushed to the door, the sun had been up for a while and he was certain that the man would wake up soon and he wanted to be gone when he awoke. He approached the door and opened it slowly looking outside through a small opening before pulling it completely open. He then looked at the heels he was carrying, he couldn't very well walk around barefoot but he had never walked in heels before. Slipping them on he stood, wobbly in the threshold when from a distance he heard, "Baby?"

"Baby, where did you run off to?"

At this the Ranger stumbled out the door, almost falling as he attempts to walk atop the three inch heels. He needed to make some distance since being stopped by that guy could create a situation that he would not want to be in. Yet, these heels weren't making it easy. The neighborhood he was in was nice and the cars looked to all be newer models. Not good. It is much harder to hijack a newer car, and harder still without any form of tools.

Somehow reaching the end of the street he trips and falls scraping up her right shoulder upon landing. "Damn shoes! How the heck do women walk in these things!" He then pushed herself up into a quasi-sitting position when he heard a voice.

"Are you alright there miss?" The words came from brown haired man in professional attire who had outstretched his hand to help the fallen Ranger up. The question stunned the Ranger for a moment, he had never been called 'miss' before, but then again he had never been a women before.

"Uh...yeah. Thank you." He took the man's hand and stood, still as rickety on the heels as he had been when he first put them on.

"No problem, and by the way. My name is Steve, is there anything I can do to help? I mean your shoulder looks kinda nasty." Steve said eying the chewed up skin on the Ranger's shoulder.

Before he answered, the Ranger looked at her shoulder. It's not too bad, just needs to be cleaned up and it'll be fine. Then he looked around and saw that Steve had keys in his hand, and thought that maybe he could get a ride to somewhere he could get new clothes. "Well good to meet you Steve, my name is..." His name. He couldn't really give his name, who had ever heard of a girl named Michael. No, he would have to come up with one. "My name is Kelly. And my shoulder is better than it looks, it's not deep just bloody. Yet, if you could. Would you mind taking me to a clothing store somewhere? It would be nice to get into some more appropriate clothing to walk around in."

It was really awkward hearing himself in a higher pitch, his accent was still apparent through it though, and Steve seemed to have picked up on it. "Yeah I can give you a ride, there is a place on the way to work...You're not from around here are you?" He said as he held out his keys and unlocked the doors to his Taurus in the driveway. Apparently Steve lived on the corner.

"You're right, I'm not. But let's discuss this in the car, I don't want to make you late to work." He responded as he walked to the car and opened the door, almost tripping again in the process. "Stupid heels." He whispered to himself before getting in.

"Oh, well that's a good idea." Said Steve as he himself got into the car and then started it.

Why me. Thought the Ranger as the car moved onto road and started off into deeper into the city.

The car pulled to a stop in a parking lot for an Old Navy and the Ranger was relieved. It had been an awkward experience to ride with this guy here, and to make it even worse when they stopped and Ranger had exited the car and started walking into the store Steve called him back to give him a small piece of paper with 10 digits on it. A phone number.

"So you can call me if you need anything, or would like to get dinner later." He said as the Ranger looked at the slip of paper and then stuffed it in the wad of cash he still held in her hand and then waved.

"...Uh, thanks. Now I don't want to make you late for work. Bye."

"Ah, yeah I should be going. I hope to see you later." Steve waved and then backed out of the parking space and started his drive to work. The Ranger just stood there and breathed a sigh of relief, thank God that is over with. Now to get find some proper clothes and then to find out how this happened. He thought for a moment. He knew he needed new clothes, but he also needed to maintain as much cash as he could as it was limited. Therefore, to have cash to use when needed in his endeavor he would steal the clothes.

Entering the store he beelined to the Women's clothing section, finally starting to get a hang of the heels. He hadn't quite mastered them yet, but he didn't trip either. In he women's section he looked around, he had no idea about anything like fashion or what size to wear. He would just have to find stuff that looked normal and grab a bunch of pairs to try different sizes. First he looked at jeans, and was immediately confused. There were so many different kinds, Dreamer, Weekend, Diva--Low Rise, Sweetheart, Flirt--Mid Rise, and Goddess--High Rise. He just grabbed a few sizes of a random pair and then made his way to the shoes. He wanted to be done with these heels as soon as humanly possible!

As far as shoes went the store had flip-flops, sandals, boots but not the kind he was use to wearing from time to time back home in Texas, some weird shoes that were mostly open on top and had no laces, and then heels and the like. No tennis shoes! He sighed and then sat down the jeans he carried and took off the heels. "Time to try on shoes..." After a few minutes of looking around he decided that he would just grab a pair of flip flops and find some tennis shoes some where later. So he grabbed a few pairs and tried them on real fast, before long he found a pair that fit.

Glad to be done with the heels he left them where he had taken them off and headed to look at the women's shirts. Looking at the shirts he just grabbed a few Tee's and then looked around for the dressing room. Spotting it he hauled all the clothes he had picked up so far over that direction. Before reaching the dressing room though spotted denim jackets. He hadn't put any thought to it but he had indeed been decently cold. He was originally a Texas boy and so being in the heat with more meat on his bones is what he is used to, not being up in New York in a women's body. He grabbed a jacket and then went to the dressing rooms.

It took a little while to find the appropriate size for each piece of apparel, perhaps longer than it would have otherwise if he hadn't been looking at his new self in the mirror as often. Although to him it did feel weird to be eying a woman who at this point in time happened to be HIM. And when he did finish he looked at the magnetic things attached that, as he understood, would shoot out ink if someone tried to pry them off. Well Old Navy security, this time you lose!

Based upon odd experiences earlier that morning he had assumed that he had become some kind of magnet girl and he hoped that he could use that power to remove the security things. Grabbing the device on the jacket in one hand he concentrated, he focused on trying to pull the metal off of the pin inside the top section of the tag. Following a brief moment the bottom fell off. Needless to say the Ranger was rather excited, as this meant he could take these clothes and save the money he had on him to find his body and possibly rectify this...if possible.

A few minutes later he had removed all the security tags from his clothes and was ready to leave aside from one thing. He had to plan, first a way out, and then what to do following. If any of the employees paid attention they would recognize me leaving in completely different attire...their store's attire. So I need a distraction but what. He thought for a moment, and then it dawned on him, "The sprinkler system!" [/i]Why did I say that out loud, and half yell it no less..."

Okay so I am gonna try and set off the sprinklers, but I lack a heat source. Perhaps I could just use this bodies power and start ripping it from the ceiling, after all I only need to start a panic. He stepped out of the dressing room leaving his old clothes, if they were even covering enough to be called that, in the room behind him. Then stuck the money and key that he had had to hold all the way here in her back pocket. I guess I could take a cab to the hotel I stayed at, and during the trip plan what to do when I arrive. He nodded, he'd do that.

"Now to start a panic, without hurting anyone." He reached up towards the ceiling and focused on pulling down the pipes attached to the fire sprinklers. Soon a hum is heard, the pipes are moving a little. Then a snap! part of the system broke itself free and swung down , pulling more piping down with it. The event was much more uncontrolled than the Ranger expected and was momentarily stunned by it, but it had incited a panic. Now was his chance to leave, or was at least until water from the broken pipes rushed over her feet.

A sudden draining feeling came over him, and his feet seemed to be the epicenter of this incredible discomfort. Looking down at her feet he can see, electricity! There is electricity bouncing around my feet...What is going on!? He thought this may be part of this bodies power but sticking around to find out seemed a very bad idea. Moving from the area he headed to the front of the store where there were no one to recognize him as the girl who entered earlier in a club outfit. Nearing the doors he grabbed a shirt off a rack and used it to wipe the water off of his feet, thus alleviating the feeling of being drained, and ending the electricity bouncing.

As this is New York, and no one drives since there is no traffic, it took all of five seconds to find a cab and hale it. Granted his new appearance probably aided in the expediency of requisitioning one. Opening the back door he slid into the back seat and said, "The Hyatt on 42nd."

"Yes ma'am."

The Ranger said nothing more he just sat back as the driver carried him to the hotel where the night before he had gone to sleep, and with any luck his body would still be there. If it isn't than he will just have to track it down.

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Thirty or so minutes later the cab pulled up at the front doors to the Grand Hyatt next to Grand Central Station and the driver looked back and said, "That'll be twenty-two fifty." Reaching into her back pocket the Ranger pulled out the wad of cash and counted out twenty-five then handed it to the driver and a few moments later was returned the cash. Returning the money to the pocket he climbed out of the cab and thanked the driver before shutting the door and walking into the hotel.

The hotel was large, and nice. Obviously his stay was being payed by the oil company, because he could write it off as a business expense. His first move was to acquire a skeleton key from the work crews. This normally wasn't hard, he had done it a time or two in the service. He made his way to the front desk and focused on exerting a strong magnetic pull in the area. Soon the screens of the computers went blank. The electrons firing from the monitor's electron guns were being pulled from their intended target and the hard disks were being wiped. Soon the clerks were calling in maintenance, this meant someone with a skeleton key.

A quick glance to the elevators showed a balding man jogging this way, he wore gray clothing and his hands looked a bit worn. Before he was close enough for the title to be read on his shirt the Ranger knew this as someone in maintenance. And at the last moment he stepped in front of the man, this particular move working better in his old body. Normally the two of the would both go down and he would swipe a key, but this time he went down and the man was thrown momentarily off balance. Luckily though the Ranger could slip a hand into the mans pocket and slide out the key card before being knocked over.

"I'm so sorry miss!" The man exclaimed in a Yankee accent as he reached his hand out to held the Ranger up. Having landed on her butt the Ranger slid the key card into her back pocket and then pushed himself up, ignoring the man's hand.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He said before he moved around the man, moving for the elevators. The man made a move after her but the clerk called his attention back to the task at hand.

He entered the elevator with oddly no one in it and pushed the button for the 12th floor. Nobody entered the elevator on the way up, but someone did step on when he reached his floor. Exiting the the elevator he made his way down the hall to the room he had been staying in and slid the key into the reader. The light turned green and he opened the door. Slipping into the room he closed the door and after a few steps in he could see his body laying on the large bed, sleeping. Good, now to extract some answers. He thought as he moved to the closet, opening it he slid his hand in and pulled the knife from the holster hanging inside.

Sliding his hand back out, knife in it, he thought about the number of firearms here. He knew that one was under his pillow and the other in the nightstand. whomever is in his body may find the pillow covered one, but the one in the nightstand is his trump card. Moving to the side of the bed he slid the knife into place against his neck and then slapped his face to wake him up. "Howdy friend." the Ranger stated calmly in his Texas accent so obviously out of place in this part of the country.

Lori was dreaming of Alec Baldwin. And not in the capacity that one might imagine. Alec Baldwin was learning a foreign language so that he could pump his gun smuggling cartel for more money. And Lori was hired to torture his dog. Someone turned on the light and Lori rolled to the side and made sleepy noises that sounded like a frog was living in her throat. It wasn't like her to sleep in. It also wasn't like her to sleep anywhere that people could turn on the light. She didn't like sleeping next to anyone else, but she'd gotten a little carried away last night apparently.

Someone slapped her cheek and she looked up automatically pissed off at... herself. Herself who was holding a knife at her own throat. Her own throat that felt as if it could use a shave.

"Howdy Friend." And it was her voice, but not her cadence or emphasis or accent.

"What the f***?" And it wasn't her voice. She could hardly blame herself for the slap. Oh brother, this was confusing. Lori lifted up her hand and it was stubby man fingers. She looked at herself, the woman, and felt the first tinglings of... Holy Host! She was a man! Lori came to the subtle working conclusion that there had been some mistake. As amusing as this all was, and she realized it must have been very, very amusing, Freud would be having a hay day at this situation.

Now she had two options. Lay there and take it or try to arm wrestle herself. She knew she was strong, she worked very hard to make sure she was able to win every wrestling match she could, but... well, since she had tried several times to fling the knife away with her mutation and that option had failed miserably, Lori was stuck with the lofty hope that this man had more muscle than she did.

Three things happened all at once. Lori-the-man popped her manhip up dislodging the weight of her womanself from ontop of her manself. Her manhand came up for the knife. It was better to have a sliced up hand than a sliced up throat. And for the finale, Lori heaved her manweight, knowing that was her greatest advantage against herself, so that the two of them would go tumbling from the bed with manLori firmly ontop.

They could squabble about arms and legs and knives and hips and clothes and all that later, manLori wanted as much control of this situation as she could muster. To manLori's delight, when she needed some more manstrength to hold her womanself down, her arms seemed to grow stronger, definitely strong enough to hold herself down. "You wanna talk? Let's talk, but not with a knife at my throat." ManLori leaned down and kissed herself forcefully, but with only her manlips. She was a gentleman after all, but she did need to teach herself a lesson. "That was for the slap." And her man voice sounded quite satisfied with her own punishment.

((OOC: slight gmoding. hope it's okay if not, will change.))

It wasn't long before the person occupying his body had pushed his now female body up with his old hip, then his old hand came up and took the knife, it really wasn't a fight since hes new body has issues with moving the arms, and then finally down he came with his old self on top of his new female self.

Immediately he began to move to remove his old body from atop him, but to his dismay he could see the muscles in his body growing. With his power assisting this body jacker there is no way he will be able to force his old body off himself...or herself. And now that the Ranger was completely and utterly immobile the body snatcher spoke. "You wanna talk? Let's talk, but not with a knife at my throat." He heard his old body say before anything he saw his old self lean down...and kiss the now female him. The Ranger wrenched and pulled trying to free her arms, and since her head was already on the ground with his male self's head against it he couldn't gain any momentum for a head butt.

"That was for the slap."

The Ranger eyed his old self coldly, he had no real options. He could possibly pull the pistol under the pillow to herself but that would do no good as there wasn't sufficient mobility in the arms when his male self is on top of him. So for the time it seemed talking was the best course of action.

"Okay, let's talk without a knife to your throat. Although I do think the conversation would have been more enjoyable that way." He looked around the room. If an opportunity presented itself where he could turn the tables on his male self he wanted to be able to do it as effectively as possible, as well as staying in command of the situation after he had taken it.

"So, why have you taken my body?"

Lori recognized thr cold blooded murder in her own eyes. This was actually beginning to be a fun game. She knew herself and therefore she knew a little bit about who ever was being her. And that persona wasn't used to being held down, not that Lori was either, but from that one cold look Lori surmised that they could get along if they didn't kill each other first.

ManLori held herself down and took no chances. There was no way she would underestimate herself as so many men had in her life. She knew what she was capiable of. And that is exactly why after she kissed herself, she didn't run her tongue down her own cheek. That'd be like licking a battery. And while the idea of a little bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure wasn't all that bad, straight up asking for a shock to her mansystem was not what she wanted right now. Right now, she wanted answers.

ManLori felt her manlips twitch upward in amusement of her own voice's defiance. It was kind of cute. No wonder she got away with so much. And whoever was underneath manLori claimed she was in his body. Her manbrows twitched, equally amused. "Do you know what they say about when one assumes?" ManLori shifted his weight to press harder against those tender upper arms. Lori actually liked that kind of thing. Call it crossed wires or bad upbringing, but a little pain in the right circumstances went a long way for her body. "It makes an ass out of you and me so let's be clear on one thing, princess." Oh, she hated the pet names, but if there was a man in her body, he would hate them more. "You are not in any situation to be asking the questions."

Lori didn't quite mind this body, knowing that it had the strength to best herself. It was no electro-magnetic well of power, but it felt good and healthy and best of all it didn't had dexterity problems from treacherous wires implanted beneath the skin. As much as Lori missed her power, she was grateful for the holiday from her body.

"Why don't we start with something simple." Herself looked like she could handle simple. "Like what is your name, the name of this body." There was something very sensual about the way she said body. As if it were a promise of some kind. Having not been allowed the luxury of a mirror, Lori could only hazard a guess that this was the man she'd followed home last night... except this was a hotel. She was just going to have to take her time getting some solid answers from herself. "This doesn't have to be an unpleasant experience, sweetcakes. Not unless you're into that kind of thing." And Lori, ironically, was.

The Ranger's question was answered with a question, and then an increase in the pressure against his now female arms. Some say you have to be some kind of a masochist to be in the special forces, and that to some extent was true, but this body he was in was something else. The pain was in an odd way pleasurable, one might say it 'hurt so good' even. Then before he could say anything the person occupying his body continued. And in this continuation had the audacity to call him princess. Don't get worked up over it, he is trying to push your buttons, he said to himself as a way to keep calm, even though his face, for a moment, betrayed his thoughts. He knew he didn't control the situation but getting worked up would only make it harder to reclaim control.

"Why don't we start with something simple. Like what is your name, the name of this body."

He said nothing at first, he thought for a moment. He might as well tell the body snatcher what he wanted to know, but only that which could be learned inside of this room. For now controlling information was all he could do.

"This doesn't have to be an unpleasant experience, sweetcakes. Not unless you're into that kind of thing."

"My name, or rather that body's name is, Master Sergeant Michael Hunter. Of the U.S Army 75th Ranger Regiment. There, happy?" He asked in a disdainful manner. He then followed it up with another question, "And who might you be, well, the you inside my body that is?" He doubted he would get an answer, but perhaps if got this body switcher talking enough some information may be leaked.

Michael Hunter. A Ranger. In the army. Like Jacen? Interesting. Lori filed that tidbit away for later. The womanMichael asked if manLori was happy at receiving that tidbit of information. "Ecstatic." Somehow the breathy voice just didn't sound as convincing to her coming from a man's throat.

Of course, she was happy to be in control of the situation. It was just where she liked to be and she knew that wriggle when she pressed down on her arms.

And then the girl beneath manLori did a silly, silly thing. She asked a question. ManLori ground his weight harder against herself, holding her little self down hard enough for it to really hurt, perhaps even passing her own tastes for brief moment. He was a naughty girl. Didn't Lori tell her already that he was in charge?

"You are a bad girl, Michael." Her manlips twisted upward. Irony was fun. She didn't have to establish who was on top as it was painfully and wonderfully clear. "Why would you think I belong to that body?" And did they have any common enemies? There was no way for her to tell without telling him who she was... choices, choices.

The Ranger's question was met with more weight being driven into his female arms. This time the pain wasn't 'hurting so good' it just straight up hurt! As the weight was driven in the Ranger gritted her teeth and tried to move again, again unable to move anything more than her torso. The thought of using his new power to attack his old self with metal objects never came to his mind. The power was new and he was under a lot of, pressure. He only wished that he had his power that was being used against him.

"You are a bad girl, Michael." His body snatcher stated after having again shown his dominance in the situation. "Why would you think I belong to that body?"

At this Michael smiled, he had indeed drawn out information."Because, I only asked your name. There was never talk of you being this body's prior occupant. In short, you just told me." He waited a moment before continuing, he assumed some more pain was coming but you tend to have a high mental pain tolerance when you were a special operator. "Now, do you mind telling me your name?"

He then braced himself, tensing up his new body expecting more pain, and a strange thing happened. As a result of his mind being moved into this female body it was now subject to the workings of it, including the physical acts of the brain. When he tensed he took a sharp breath in through her nose and the pheromones from his old body traveled to his new hypothalamus. This being a female hypothalamus reacted to his old male pheromones. Within an instant his now female endocrine system was kicking into action and with it strange feelings washed over the Ranger.

((ooc: The last paragraph is based on Dualism in that the mind and body are separate substances and since the minds were switched the physical brain stayed and his new brain is behaving as it would normally to internal and external stimuli))

ManLori sighed and looked a little sullen that he'd verbally offered some information. No doubt he was feeling gracious given his current holdings. Hehe. He'd almost given himself a name (though surely not hers) or indulged in identifying himself as an "interested party." The fact that she was so smug about receiving any information made manLori shake his head. Of course he was going to make a pain of himself when manLori was subtly offering him something much better.

"I mind." She really didn't just hand out her name to any man who was in her body. Heh. Frighteningly enough that made sense even without a bodysnatch involved. "And I didn't take your body anymore than you took mine. Do anything out of the ordinary recently? Make any enemies?" Since it'd be nearly impossible to narrow down her list, she'd start with his and compare mental notes for the both of them.

As manLori spoke, he let up on the pressure of her arms sliding those callused manhands along the smooth and supple skin of her arms until he could trace the stars that graced the underside of her arm. Lori liked those star tattoos even better from this angle. ManLori sat very firmly on her own hips to ensure only her upper body was free. It was a subtle test. What would he do with it?

The expected pain did not come, but rather as the unnamed person in his body spoke he released pressure and then slid his hands across the Ranger's new skin. The feeling of his former hands moving across his new skin only made the situation more uncomfortable. His mind abhorred what was happening, but his body begged to differ. And even though he was no longer pinning the Ranger down she just lay there. The Ranger figured if he made a swift or threatening move then the person inhabiting his former body would just force him down again.

"...Than I have nothing to call you. And it is rude to call people 'hey you' and 'that one person' after all. Also, I guess I can believe that you didn't take my body under your own power as I was the one who was able to initially make an aggressive move." Following this statement he pauses for a moment before saying, "And recently I have had my house destroyed. Not a fun experience. Due to an old mission I have a Russian terrorist leader out to get me, and he blew up my house before I could put him down...again. And there was this brawl at some pharmaceutical company, I showed up to help a friend and was jumped by two women who prior to that mess I attempted to stop then from robbing a bank. Between them two, some guy, and the security guard hostages it was an unsuccessful attempt."

Why am I telling this person all this? The Ranger's mind was being sent signals from his new body he didn't understand, the female brain and endocrine system were reacting one way but his mind was conditioned to react another. He hoped that his mental turmoil was not apparent, that neither his voice nor face betrayed any feelings of inner confusion.

"If you have to call me something then call me Elle." It wasn't all too far off and she just looked so pouty down there. ManLori listened carefully, almost afraid to move and draw attention to himself lest the feast of information stop flowing. The woman(who was really a man) beneath him(her) spilled her(his) guts. Lori would have held it in much better and much, much longer. The wire in her arms was a testament to that.

"What a coincidence. My apartment and all of my things were recently destroyed as well." That was true, but held no bearing on how they came to switch bodies. Especially since Lori had been the one to cause the destruction involved around her own previous home. In her manmind she dismissed the idea as illogical.

The pharmaceutical company did ring a certain bell in Lori's mind however. She'd torn down a good portion of the building by Mars' account, though she didn't rightly remember much beyond a golden sense of power. It was quite possible she was exposed to something there. And he was exposed to something there. If that was the case then there were quite probably others exposed as well. "King Pharmaceuticals... they could very well have been behind this."

The woman beneath him had not rebuffed him yet, in fact her man self seemed to elicit an interesting response. And how often did one get to see the world from another's eyes? How often did one get to explore things from the other end of the spectrum? ManLori was in a very interesting situation. One she did not intend to pass by un-poked. Lori brought her man hands around to her collarbone and played at the lip of the unfamiliar tee shirt.

"You went shopping." She hated shopping. She hated clothes. Idly manLori wondered if she could rip the shirt off of herself. These hands did posses a lot of strength. Without warning, she grabbed the shirt and pulled in two different directions. The sound was very satisfying.

Elle. He repeated the name to himself, committing it to memory. It wasn't the real name, but it was something. And found it odd that Elle's apartment had also been destroyed, but cast it off as coincidence. At the mention of the name the Ranger recalled that it indeed was the name, and based on Elle's response he surmised that s/he was there as well, probably part of the madness that happened inside, and based on the power, probably the one that wrecked the building.

Yet, something bothered him about that idea. How would a pharmaceutical company create something that could cause this. Although, he thought, if some mutant could do something similar they may have detained and studied them to replicate the effects. At which point his thoughts were interrupted by his former hands at his new collarbone. The Ranger was confused as to what to do, his body enjoyed it but his mind was against it.

"You went shopping."

"Yeah, the bits of cloth hardly large enough to be considered clothes was all that was there when I awoke this morning." He stated in a slightly irritated manner. And then suddenly there was a ripping sound accompanied by a sudden coldness on his new chest. Immediately his left hand shot up and grabbed his old bodies right hand on the thumb and flung the arm to the Ranger's left and twisted the thumb around using it as a control joint against his old body causing minor pain as the grip left something to be desired. Between the resistance the body had in the arms against moving and the bodies desire the grip was not firm enough to keep his old body from pulling it free.

The Ranger then looked down at the ripped shirt, what is happening...why don't I stop this... The desire of the body was overpowering the mind, one might say the ID was overtaking the Superego. He opened his mouth as if to protest but nothing came. He looked up at the bed, he could easily pull the gun to him and end this but he didn't.

The teeshirt was child's play, but the jean jacket put real doubt into manLori's mind. It was not going to be tearable. Her woman-self, Michael, flung her manhand away and protected the bra that stood between Lori and himself. What modesty. ManLori was funneling fast into a single-mindedness she'd never experienced before. It was exciting to be allowed. It was even more exciting to be denied.

ManLori wrested her manhand back and grabbed at the jean jacket, using it to pull herself closer. He had her hips pinned, but the upper body could still bend upward, especially with the help. Whereas the hushed voice had sounded slightly odd, the dark chuckle translated perfectly into man. Lori made sure that they met at the lips. This time she wasn't so gentlemanly, though she was more gentle. It was almost as if she was asking permission.

Meanwhile her manhands slid around the small circumference of her torso between the jean material and the body as if they had already received the green light. The callus of well worked hands caught on silky skin, but that was part of the sensation that he liked so much. From there manLori worked to shrug herself out of the jacket. She felt possessed, completely driven by her mandesire to touch more of that soft skin. Lori could leave the bra if he was shy. That was fine. But the jean jacket would go next.

And all the while, she kissed herself. Lip to lip, lip to cheek, lip to jaw.