I was walking home after a long shift working at the bar when I heard police sirens in the distance, getting closer. It wasn't unusual in this neighbourhood, but I liked to keep myself out of it wherever possible. Unfortunately, trouble found its way to me. She came running out of an alley, barging into me and toppling us both over. I hit the ground hard, with her landing on top of me. We locked eyes for a moment, before my vision turned to darkness. I felt a sudden virtigo, followed by a violent shove backwards. And when I came to, I was sitting alone on the sidewalk.
The police arived just as I struggled to get onto my feet. My balance was completely off, especially with the heavy bag slung over my arm. But this wasn't my bag. It belonged to that woman who tackled me. I looked around for her, only to see her staring back at me in a shop window. Then, a moment later, I realized that I was staring at my reflection. But before I could react to that strangeness, I was pinned to a wall and handcuffed. There was a tenderness in my chest, as my new breasts were pressed against the wall. Long blonde hair feel in front of my vision as the police officer read me my rights. In all of the chaos, I could have sworn he also copped a feel as he escorted me to his car.
He started going through the woman's bag, pulling out various items that looked to be stolen. "Bit of a shopping spree, eh? Though I don't know of any shops that stay open this late... And no receipt either! Care to tell me where you bought these items, Miss?"
If ever there was a time to evoke the fifth, this was it. I couldn't think of a single thing I could say that would make this any easier. And I was also still trying to make sense of everything. My hair carried a faint scent of lavender. My clothes were tight enough that I could see my new curves. I could also see that the woman didn't wear a bra, as my nipples were poking against the material of my top. I squeezed my legs together. I wasn't sure what I expected, but it was clear I was all woman down there.
"That's alright. You don't have to talk." The officer sneered. "We've got security footage of you breaking into a boutique two streets down. Just enjoy the ride, Miss."
It was a long, slow drive back to the police station. I wondered whether it was all a dream, but the pinch of metal around my wrists made it impossible to entertain such an idea. No. Despite how little sense it made, I was now a woman. My heart was racing. I was in serious trouble, with no idea who I even was anymore.
When we reached the station, I was escorted inside. A firm hand squeezed my ass cheek, making me gasp in surprise. The cop was definitely making the most of his opportunity. The way he looked at me. I was an attractive woman. I could only hope that it didn't escalate any further than opportunistic groping. But then my mind began to wander. I was a woman. I could see my new body naked whenever I wanted, could explore this body. The thought was erotic, though little comfort as they put me through processing.
"Anya Clarke..." The officer read aloud as he pulled out the woman's purse. "Well then darling, how about you sit your sweet ass down here while I fill out the paper work?"
It wasn't a question. With a gentle push, I stumbled back onto the bench and let out a feminine grunt. It was so embarassing to feel this small and weak. I wasn't exactly a strong guy before. As a bartender, I had a slim frame and handsome rugged look that made me approachable and unintimidating. One of the bouncers liked to make fun of me, calling me 'little man' when I came or went. But now, with this body, I felt powerless. The handcuffs didn't help that feeling, nor did the glances I got from passing police officers.
To make matters worse, another officer came in with a drunken arrest. The man was sat down next to me and we were both left while they finished paperwork. He took a moment to regain his bearings, then quickly took notice of me. I've never felt more uncomfortable. Thankfully, he had his hands cuffed behind his back, just like me. But the things he said made me wish I was anywhere else.
"Anya Clarke. Today's your lucky day." The officer called out as he entered back into the room. He took no notice of the drunken creep leering at me. "It must be nice to have a powerful man looking out for you."
My handcuffs were removed and I was escorted outside. The officer didn't place a hand on me this time, though I now knew why. A man was waiting for me outside, sitting on the hood of his lamborghini and wearing a fancy suit. I had no idea who he was, but from the way he wrapped his arms around me, I had to assume he was this woman's boyfriend, maybe husband?
"Let's get you home, sweetie." He said softly, hand under my chin as he looked me in the eyes. He thanked the officer, before promptly driving us both away. But as soon as we were on the move, his mood changed. "So who are you?"
"Anya-"
"You don't have to lie to me. I know you're not really my wife." He laughed. "The bodyhopper stole her body almost two years ago, leaving her in the body of a random cab driver. So who are you?"
I spent the drive home running him through everything. He was quite for most of it, nodding along with only a few questions here or there to clarify. It was good to be able to talk to someone about it all, yet there was no real relief in getting it off my chest, especially when he explained there was no way to change back. Once a bodyhopper swaps with someone, that person becomes bodylocked. Even other bodyhoppers can't swap with someone who has already fallen victim. I was now and forever trapped as Anya.
"You spent two years with someone who stole your wife's body?"
He sighed. "It wasn't as simple as that. Hoppers do whatever they please and leave mayhem in their wake. If I said no to them, I would probably be in Anya's body myself!" We walked into his house, Mr Clarke getting the door for me out of sheer habit. He led me upstairs, into a bedroom. And when I turned around, he was getting undressed.
"What are you doing!?"
"It's been a long day, dear. Lets talk more about it in the morning." He sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.
"You can't be serious. I'm not your wife!"
"Oh but you are... And unless you want to be out on your ass, you'll play along." He dropped his trousers and boxers, revealing a large and semi erect cock. "It doesn't matter to me whose in there, so long as I have a beautiful woman by my side and my needs are met."
Somehow he was even creepier than the drunken idiot and the officer put together. A trophy wife; was that really what my life had become? He watched me with an intensity that made me want to shrivel up. This man had real power and he knew it. I could picture his time spent with the bodyhopper, forced to do their bidding under the threat of swapping with him. Two years of being powerless had left him with a chip on his shoulder, something to prove. And now I was this man's wife.