Kyle grinned when he pushed away the leaves from the bush he was hiding behind and saw the trophy wife of the rich businessman Gregory Gifford, Christina Gifford, who was walking around at the pool area.
At 35 years she was definately younger than her ten year older husband, and a very good shape.
He fingered on the Quin Gun he had aquired and checked the energy levels. Good for one shot.
When he hit Christina with it her body would stiffen up and stop in whatever motion she was in, and make her open for him to jump into and take over her body.
He longed for her body, and her easy and cushioned life.
He just had to wait for the perfect moment when she presented a good unmoving target.
And he would soon get it when she walked into the water and relaxed floating on her back.
"Perfect", Kyle whispered and took careful aim and pulled the trigger.
It was a direct hit. The small movements she did with her legs and arms stopped completely.
Now he just had to scale the fence and jump into her, and her life would be his.
"Excuse me, Mrs Glifford"
"Fuck. Now what?", Kyle thought when he heard male voice in broken english call her name.
"Mrs Glifford?"
There were a couple seconds of silence.
You could see the cogs in the mans brain turning. He found a long rod and used it to poke her with it. The pool boy José didn´t get any reaction from her at all.
"Dios madre! Mrs Glifford! I´ll help you!"
From the hiding place behind the bushes Kyle saw the pool boy José divede into the pool, wanting to rescue Christina Glifford that to him appeared to be in peril of drowning.
Kyle cursed his bad luck and left as soon he saw José getting sucked into Christina.
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*GASP*
One moment he was about to rescue Mrs Glifford, the next he is staring into the sky above. In a panicked surprise he managed to submerge himself and swallow a bit of water.
The body of Christina Glifford broke the surface of the water coughing and gasping for air.
"What-what happened?"
Alien feelings assaulted his senses. Weights and shapes, touch and taste felt all wrong.
The first cue José noticed what had happened was when he looked down and saw a pair of breasts encased in a white bikini top.
His hands touched the fleshy orbs on his chest to make sure they were real. Then they moved down to his ass cheeks, after that to the flat front of the bikini bottom.
José took a pair of deep breaths and ran his dainty fingers through his long and wet hair.
He didn´t see his own body around.
Maybe this was a opportunity?
To the world he was Christina Glifford now. Rich and carefree.
This was the life he had dreamed of when he entered the country so many years ago. Now he had it but it had cost him his manhood.
A price he was very willing to pay.
