Last thing she remembered

The last thing Angela remembered was slipping the key into her apartment door and hearing footsteps behind her. Then she awoke in a car some unknown amount of time later.
She was in the back seat of a car almost completely naked. Her bare breasts spilled down her sides, the nipples sensitive and engorged. Her hands still pressed against the car door for support while her legs were spread. Her heart was racing and she shivered with orgasmic aftershocks as something warm and wet slowly leaked out of her.
There was a man in the car, too. Young. Muscular. Handsome. He was buckling his pants as Angela struggled to sit up, her mouth agape. What had happened? Had she had some sort of episode?
“Thanks for the ride, honey,” the stranger said. “But it’s time for me to move on.”
Angela covered her breasts as he ogled her and the man laughed.
“No need to cover your tits. I’ve been in your body for months and seen them plenty.”
“W-what?”
“I’m a bodyhopper. I move from body to body. Yours was nice for a while. You really got around,” he added with a wink before opening the door and walking away.
Angela sat up and looked around, still dazed. She was naked in an unfamiliar car and a neighborhood she didn’t recognize. Where the hell was she? And how badly had the hopper ruined her life?

A man on the cusp of despair meets his guardian angel, who transforms him into a woman to show him what his life would have been like if he’d been born that way in It’s a Wond-her-ful Life, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview here.