Velma was wearing that heavy orange wool turtleneck sweater she never left home without and a short red skirt that showed just the right amount of leg... cute knee high matching orange wool socks and red small heel slip shoes. You had to admit, it was very hard choice as to whether you wanted to take her just as she was or revel in all her perfect body’s naked glory. You scrutinize every inch of her on the screens, hardly able to believe this was finally going to happen.She certainly was a sight. Then the Astral fingerprint machines arrived.The instructions claimed that every human had a unique astral profile - asoul for the lack of a better word, which the machine would register. Theinstructions said we'd need the machines, and soon.Before anybody could even begin to process that the transfers started.At random, or at least so it seemed, people would suddenly find themselvesin another body.The transfers would usually last a couple of hours, then the person wouldreturn to their own. Skirt and panty hose, panties. My hands massaged my breasts feeling the nipples harden even further. I stretched slowly. As I did I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My medium length blond hair was mussed from the trip. I pulled my 23 inch belly in just a bit below my 37DD breasts."Would Kevin be interested?" I wondered. "Of course," my mind answered. I had never met a guy that didn't want to use me. My hand wandered down to my belly and then lower into the light blond hair between my legs.. You didn't think for one minute I would let Jimmy, ah Captain Hamilton have all the fun and no one to document his adventures for department prosperity, did you?" he replied with a hardy laugh."I heard that Peters," coming from a table behind them," Captain Hamilton remarked."Jamie, while I am here do you need anything from the new armory before I leave? All our ammo, guns and supplies have been moved over to the new vault while you were on vacation. I have time now if there's anything you need.