Going to help?

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to help look?” Micah asked, scouring the shelves for the magic artifact that had swapped their bodies.
“I’m lookout,” Tammy replied.
Micah turned, still bent over, and saw Tammy glance up from her ass.
“What are you looking out for?” Micah asked pointedly.
Tammy shifted and grabbed her crotch. “Is this thing always so distracting?”
“Only when I haven’t had sex in a while,” Micah replied, returning to his search.
The two had accidentally swapped bodies while touching a mysterious artifact in the museum. Since then, it had been locked away in one of the back rooms. Now Micah and Tammy had broken in and Micah was frantically searching for the artifact while Tammy seemed distracted by her own body.
Micah’s skirt kept riding up his legs, his breasts kept jiggling, his long fingernails kept tapping against the metal shelves. He just wanted to get out of her and back into his own body. He liked his life and, from the short time he’d been Tammy, found that he didn’t like hers.
Someone grabbed his ass and Micah squeaked, jumping up and spinning around.
“What are you doing?” He hissed.
Tammy shrugged, “I wanted to see what it felt like. Why do men do it? Now I know.” She gave him an infuriating little grin. God, it looked like she was enjoying this. Apparently her new testosterone levels made her already-poor impulse control even worse.
“Just guard the door, then,” Micah said, moving away from her in the cramped space.
Micah had no idea that Tammy had already found the artifact and was just looking for the perfect time to destroy it.