When I opened my eyes a moment later, I was no longer in my phone carrel. I was sitting in the middle of an unmade bed in a messy bachelor apartment bedroom. Clothing littered the floor, and the walls were covered with Christian rock band posters. An old-fashioned phone handset was tucked uncomfortably between my chin and shoulder.
I looked down...and realized I was in the guy’s body.
Am I having another seizure? I wondered. Is this a hallucination?
I stared down at the erect c**k bulging beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.
I shouldn’t do this, I thought.
But I laid the receiver on the pillow, reached down and started doing what my caller had probably been told his whole life was a sin worse than touching a woman against her will.
The flesh was more than willing. In just a few str
