Suddenly, the door opens, and a fascinating female enters, "May I come in, Mr. Murphy." "Sure" I answer, not knowing what this is all about. "I know in your head you have no idea who I am. That's really fascinating. Anyway, I'm Elly, your secretary." I study this young woman with fascination. She is not much older than the female me, but well over six feet tall, very attractive with pitch-black hair, which frames her face, cut in a page-boy style. Her tits are very large and prominent, her features are beautiful, and her body is perfectly shaped and uniquely muscular. Obviously, she is a body-builder, and dresses to display her physique. I'm a sad specimen of malehood, but I feel sudden rushes of stimulation as I look at her.
She picks up the picture of me and Jim on the table and says, "Hey, you were quite a hunk. Why are you now in this sad body." "Strictly for a lot of cash," and I don't correct her on my real self. Somehow, I want her to think I was Jim. "Man, I would like to meet the real you. We'd have a ball. By the way, what do I call you?" "Oh, I'm still Hubert Murphy to one and all. It helps to keep things in perspective." Then I smile and say, "Not much we can do with this pathetic speciman of masculinity." "Oh don't say that. We can have some fun." I have no idea what she has in mind.
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