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Jeff saw the woman dancing at the strip club and approached her. She could tell he was interested and offered him a private dance with her thickly accented voice. She held his hand and began to lead him beyond the private rooms and into the basement. It didn’t exactly feel like the most erotic environment anymore, and Jeff was ready to back out. 

Then there was a flash of light, and everything felt strange. Jeff felt a hand pull away and he turned to see what looked like his own body running out the door. A surly looking man with a potbelly exited out an office.

“What’s going on out here?” He asked before turning in Jeff’s direction and addressing him directly, “Sumiko! I told you to stay upstairs and entertain the guests. I ain’t paying you to loaf about.”

“I’m not Sumiko!” Jeff protested. Now that he swapped bodies with her, he obviously had her voice, but he hoped the fact that he didn’t have her accent could help convince this man he was telling the truth. “She did something to me!”

“Stop with the role playing, Sumiko. We can do that again after your shift. Now go upstairs and make some cash. You’re under contract!”

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