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I need some closure from my sometimes-girlfriend, and I’m going to get it by possessing her body.
I’ve got a power. A secret I’ve never told anyone. I can hop into a person’s body and possess them, controlling them completely and leaving suggestions in their mind even after I’ve hopped out. I’ve used my power sparingly, but I can’t resist travelling up the coast to visit an old flame and possessing her body so I can see how she really feels about me. I don’t want her to see me coming, which means I’ll have to possess some other women on the way.
Maybe I’ll be good in their bodies, in these delicate female forms. Maybe I’ll be bad.
I’ll definitely enjoy myself and leave them all changed, for better or worse.
This story contains elements of mind control, body possession and theft, domination, lesbianism and erotic sexual situations and is only for mature readers.
I stared at Sarah’s last text to me: ‘Sometimes I get the feeling that you think you have a right to my body’.
I couldn’t believe it. She made me feel like one of those creepy guys who kept hitting on women long after the point they’d declared their lack of interest. I did want to be with Sarah and, yes, I wanted to have sex with her, but it was more than that. I thought it was a mutual thing, the culmination of this whole “relationship” we’d been carrying on for six years now. Her last text seemed to imply she thought I’d been playing the good guy solely to earn my way into her panties. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I couldn’t let her go, couldn’t get her out of my head. She was the first thought in my mind in the morning and the last when I went to bed at night.
It’s not like my expectations were unfounded. Before Sarah took the job a couple hundred miles away in Oregon we used to hang out all the time. When I closed my eyes I could still feel her soft body against mine from when we cuddled, the smell of her lilac shampoo filling my nose as I pressed my face into her fine, russet-colored hair. I could still hear her moaning as I slipped my fingers inside her wetness, sating her with my touch before she did the same to me with her hand. She never wanted to go any further, refused to take me into her mouth or to let me take her in mine, and I respected her decision. Even while she was seeing her terrible douche of a boyfriend I never pressured her for anything, and yet still we found ourselves together in bed several times. I’ve tasted her body, run my lips along her breasts but, god, I wanted her all. Her boyfriend was so bad for her, but so good for me as she sought comfort in my caresses.
I thought that meant something, but apparently we couldn’t even flirt with each other anymore. My last flirty message of ‘hey, beautiful, just thinking of you’ was answered with a curt ‘thanks’.
Thanks? And then this accusation that I thought I had a right to her body.
I ran my hand through my clipped, dark hair and tried to think of an appropriate response. Finally, I type: ‘No. I thought we had a thing together. This whole thing we don’t have is frustrating. I don’t want to forget you but I can’t be with you. It drives me crazy.’
After a few seconds I got back: ‘I know.‘
That was something, at least. Wasn’t it? Did that mean she had feelings for me and she was just protecting herself because we could never be? Or was she just saying that? Every conversation with Sarah just led to more questions.
I lay back on my bed and flipped through my phone, staring at some of the pictures Sarah had texted me. Her beautiful oval face and dark eyes stared back at me from various concerts and parks she’d visited. Not exactly flirty pictures now that I was looking at them. On the other had, I didn’t really expect her to send me any tit pics. Though that would have been nice. Was this thing we were doing a thing? Or was this thing just my thing? Sarah was an itch I needed to scratch. The girl that got away. What I needed to know was: was it our thing?
I needed to see her. There was no longer any question in my mind. And more than that, I needed to hop her. Use my powers to jump into her body and see what she was thinking, what she was feeling. It was the only way to be sure.
I started researching flights to Oregon on my phone but then I started thinking how awkward it would be if she saw me. What would I tell her? That I’d just come out to Oregon on an impromptu trip to hop into her body? Women like the truth, right? No, I had to sneak into her. And that meant sneaking into someone else.
There weren’t any flights available and I needed to take action before I changed my mind. That’s how I ended up on an overnight train to Oregon. I didn’t bring any luggage because I didn’t plan on making the entire trip as myself. I needed some distraction because I felt guilty about what I was planning to do. Normally I had no such feelings about hopping into someone’s body, but Sarah was a friend and (almost) lover and it felt different. I also needed a way to get close enough to hop Sarah without her seeing me coming. So when the train stopped near UC Berkeley along the way, I kept an eye out in the station for the perfect host.
I saw her at once. A tall, slender woman with auburn hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her long-sleeve light pink top clung gently to her body, cupping a small but perky looking pair of breasts. She held a small computer case and there was a look of boredom on her pretty face as she waited to board the train. She looked young, probably an undergrad going home to visit her parents.
I stood and made my way forward to the next car where she was getting on. This late at night there were very few people and the car was relatively empty. When she entered and took a seat near the back there were only a few other people scattered here and there. Fortunately, none of them were behind her. I slid open the back door and walked quickly to her seat as she stowed her luggage and then opened her laptop on her lap. Her slender fingers paused in their typing and she looked up at me as I appeared by her shoulder, a polite but guarded smile on her pink lips.
She was even cuter close up. Her slight eyebrows arched gracefully over a pair of green eyes. She had a straight, narrow nose that looked perfect in profile and balanced the rest of her slender face.
Before she could say anything I hopped her. My body evaporated in an instant, the billion particles of me jetting towards her, flowing inside her and filling her with my own essence. A split second later I was sitting in the seat in her body, looking up at the empty air where I had just been standing.
I looked down at her computer to see what she had been typing, my breasts appearing in my peripheral vision. She’d been browsing her Facebook feed and I continued flicking through it, examining the life I now controlled. I went to her profile and read through it, placing a hand against my chin as I read about her life. My skin was so soft and smooth and I smelled a hint of her raspberry hand lotion.
I closed my eyes and slipped through her dreaming thoughts. Her name was Rachel and she was an English major visiting her family for the long weekend. She didn’t have a boyfriend and thought maybe it was because she was too shy and reserved. Boys seemed to like the outgoing girls. The blondes with big tits, like her friend, Maddy. Not that she had anything against her friend. She liked her friend. In fact, I could feel hints of attraction towards women that Rachel herself had known and tried to ignore. It scared and embarrassed her, as if her sexuality was a secret shame.
I was interrupted by a slight jolt as the train pulled away from the station. The announcement about the next stop came and went. One by one the lights of the other passengers flicked off. I turned off mine as well, and sat in the dark in my new form.
I set Rachel’s laptop in the seat next to mine and placed my hands in my lap. I gathered her thoughts and guided them towards the realization she had been hiding from herself, her curiosity about her sexuality. I connected her to the lust I was feeling towards her own body. In the darkness, one hand rose to my chest and lightly circled one breast. My other hand came up and slipped across my smooth chin to the back of my neck as I enjoyed my new shape. The hand on my chest went slowly back and forth, dipping down the low cut hem of my top and beneath my bra, to the warm fleshiness of my tits. I stifled a sigh as my body relaxed and my thighs began warming.
I couldn’t very well get naked on this train; I didn’t want to embarrass Rachel and ruin her life. But I could do something similar. I held on to on sleeve of my top and pulled my arm in. Then I did the same to the other, so that both my sleeves were empty and my hands were beneath my top. I reached around and unclasped the bra. It was easy with Rachel’s muscle memory. I shimmied the straps down each arm, all beneath my top, until I could pull off my bra and set it beside me. Having that pressure off was a relief. I gently massaged my aching breasts, running my fingers over and under their softness. I squeezed gently, enjoying Rachel’s body, letting her enjoy herself as thoughts of her female form mingled with the pleasure running through me. I forced the thoughts together, combining her hidden sexuality with her desire for the female body.
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