Worldly Possessions
Did I say shortly after AC? I actually meant a whole month after AC. Echem. Whoops!
Truth be told, this story was originally written a whole three months ago, but it wasn't until recently that I was finally able to pass it off to my editor and apply the finishing touches to make it upload-worthy. In the end, though, I have to say I'm quite proud of how it came out, and feel like it might have been my most personally satisfying yet! I hope you like it too!
(Side note: Choosing gender tags for this story was very difficult! D: )
There is a rumor, an old urban legend, that spirits plague this world. Angels? Demons? The souls of the dead? There is no way to say for certain, and everyone has heard a different variation at one time or another. However, no matter who you ask, one part of the story always remains the same. It says that these spirits are evil, mischievous spirits. They can haunt you, possess you, and take over your entire life. They can't be stopped, and only if they're satisfied will they ever decide to leave.
Of course, it's only an urban legend.
Another week down, a whole weekend ahead. At least, that's how Keith tried to look at it, but with still no word from any of the schools he applied to, he was more than a little on edge. He'd always been a good student, and he knew he shouldn't have to worry, but it seemed nothing but an acceptance letter would put his mind at ease.
He walked up to his front door, and as he stepped inside the house it seemed his sister, Samantha, was on her way out.
"Going somewhere?" he asked.
"Just out with a couple of friends, not that it's any of your business," she said while adjusting her earrings in the mirror by the door.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Keith rolled his eyes. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
Samantha paused for a moment to remember, "Mm...Mom's out at book club, and Dad called earlier from work. Said he's stuck working late. Might have to pull an all-nighter." She finished up her adjustments and grabbed her purse, making for the door. "Oh by the way, there's some mail for you on the kitchen table," she said, pointing in the kitchen's general direction. "Well, later!" and she disappeared.
"Yeah, later," he said to no one, the door already slamming shut by the time he spoke. He made his way to the kitchen and spotted the envelope with his name on it. As he got closer, he also saw it had the emblem of his number one choice. His eyes widened as he took the envelope in hand.
"This is it." he gulped. He opened it slowly, tentatively, being careful not to get his hopes up too high just in case. He slid the paper out, unfolded it, and brought it closer and closer to his face as he scanned over the words.
"WHOOOO HOHOOO!" he shouted out loud and leaped up in the air. "I did it! I'm in!" This was the best news of his life. Now he could relax! Now he was home free! It was time to let senioritis kick in and enjoy his final days of high school.
"And I've got the house to myself for the evening, too." He smiled. "Couldn't have asked for a better day." Keith made his way up to his room, plopping his book bag by the door and flopping backwards onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence for a little while. He let out a heavy sigh of relief and took some time to revel in his new-found sense of accomplishment. He'd finally done it. All his hard work paid off, and in a few months' time he'd start a brand new chapter in his life.
Of course, such success did come at a price. All the time devoted to his studies had left him with next to a nonexistent social life. Only a few close friends, never any girlfriends, and heck, he'd about made it through all of high school without getting laid once. But as far as he was concerned, that didn't matter one bit. He was going to college! He'd have all the time in the world to make up for it there.
"Alright, time to celebrate!" He hopped up from his bed and spun his desk chair around, getting ready to boot up his computer. He was about to take a seat when suddenly he heard a loud crash outside his window.
"What the hell was that?" He ran over to his window and peeked outside. Nothing. "Huh, probably just the wind." He walked back to his desk once more, though as he did he could swear he felt something behind him, almost like a cool breeze.
"Aw man, there isn't a crack in my window, is there?" But as he turned around to investigate, he was hit with a powerful rush of wind, like a hurricane directed solely at him. The force was so great it threw him backwards and pushed him against the wall.
Keith screamed out at the top of his lungs but could barely even hear himself over the sound of rushing wind. It felt like it was pushing him, but more than that, it felt like it was pushing inside him. He was paralyzed, his head spun, it felt like his body was going to explode, and as quickly as it started, everything vanished - the world went dark.
"Aaaah, there we go!" Tamia stretched herself out, getting a feel for the body she had just possessed. It felt rather small, almost cramped even, particularly around the chest area. "Hm, obviously in some sort of flat chested little bitch," she grumbled. "Not a big deal I suppose, so long as everything else is in order. Now where's a mirror..." She looked around the room a little more, surprised to see it in such a mess. "Don't girls usually keep their places tidier than this?" After nearly a complete three-sixty from where she started, she managed to spot a small mirror hanging on the wall, mostly obscured by posters and magazine pages plastered all around it. "Ah, here we go. Mirror!" Once Tamia removed the obstructions, what greeted her in the reflection had her less than pleased.
"Hm..." she sighed. "Looks like I've ended up in a male this time...And it's barely even of age." She shook her head. "I was really hoping for female, but ah well. I suppose boys can be fun too." Then she chuckled a little, "Well, at least that explains the tight chest."
Still using the mirror, she did her best to examine the body fully. Long hair, baggy shirt, baggier pants. None of it was exactly unclean so much as it was simply unkempt. The hair could use a brushing and the clothes were more than a tad wrinkled, and as she turned to rifle around through his dresser drawers, all she found was more of the same.
"No no, this just won't do." She said to herself, dropping an armful of clothing on the ground. She pondered for a moment, looking around idly before her gaze fell upon the door. "Hm, I wonder if I can find anything else," she said with a smile, then started making her way to the door.
She looked around the other rooms a bit, still unable to find anything of interest until she happened upon the bedroom of Keith's sister.
"Oh, what's this?" she asked out loud, poking her head inside. "Finally something interesting!" Tamia felt much more at home here. The sweet scents, the soft colors - if only her spirit had landed twenty feet to the right! But no matter. She had work to do if she was going to make this new body of hers presentable, and now she had all the tools she needed to do it.
She took her time, trying on different outfits, playing with makeup, and giving that hair some much needed attention until it shone with a silky smooth brilliance. What she eventually decided on happened to be one of Samantha's own more "adventurous" outfits, though in a body with less to reveal, the outfit's revealing nature had a distinctly cuter sort of vibe to it. The mirror in Samantha's room was much larger and clearer of a mirror for Tamia to appreciate her appearance in, all the work she put into it certainly paying off in her opinion.
The top was simple enough, something short, revealing just a bit of midriff, with dark colors. It was tight enough to cling to even a flat chest like this one, so she could only imagine the sort of effect it would have on an actual female form. The bottom, in stark, eye-popping contrast, was a dazzling hot pink miniskirt. Maybe a bit much, sure, but it was exactly what she was going for. It drew the eyes right where she wanted them to go, letting her show off the white, lacey panties underneath with even the slightest lean forward, and the whole thing was, of course, barely long enough to reach the thighs at all.
"Heh, you clean up pretty good, don't you," she said to her reflection, the previously distinctly male figure now prettied up to look much like the very distinct opposite. She made a few poses and experimented with showing off some of what she liked to consider this body's more notable features, then, after a few finishing touches, decided it was time to be on her way.
"Let's see where a girl can go to have a little fun around here..."
It felt so good to be out in the sun again. It hadn't been long since her last possession, sure, but every body was different. Each person she took, every life she hijacked, was a brand new perspective. Each one felt fresh, new, and interesting, and this one was certainly no exception. Though she wasn't quite yet used to the way this body moved, now that she was able to stretch her legs and walk freely, it wouldn't take long. She practiced waving her arms and swaying her hips as she walked in circles in front of the house. A few passersby seemed to stare, but nobody stopped or said anything; they just continued on their way after giving her a few discreet but strange looks.
Before long, she had everything down to a totally natural, smooth motion. It all came together so seamlessly, she almost forgot it was a male she stole in the first place. Almost. She had to admit that despite her expertise, it still felt a little awkward having those dangly boy parts between her legs. As long as they stayed tucked away within the panties, though, they wouldn't be much of an issue.
So off she went, searching for some way to entertain herself for the evening. Though dusk was fast approaching, she was certainly in no hurry. She took her time wandering through the streets of the city, exploring shops and taking in the surroundings. It was kind of nice, almost relaxing in a way, and some of the places were okay, but still nothing quite like she had in mind. A few people stopped her here and there as she made her way around, calling her "Keith" or something like that and snapping pictures with their cell phones. She wasn't sure what that was about. Probably just another one of these people's silly quirks, she figured, and dismissed it.
As the sun set, Tamia knew from her previous experiences that this was when the fun really got started. All the ordinary shops closed, and if you knew where to look, exciting new doors would open. This may have been her first time in town, but it certainly wasn't her first time around the block. Tamia knew exactly where to look, and shortly she found just the kind of place she was looking for.
Bright flashing lights in a sea of darkness, loud booming music, bodies crammed tightly together all dancing and bouncing in rhythm. The club atmosphere always made Tamia feel right at home, and it wasn't long before she had more than a few guys dancing and bouncing right up against her. Everything was working so perfectly. Even in this silly male body she was simply irresistible. As the night dragged on, she determined exactly which of these men she wanted, picking out a quite studly looking specimen and pulling him aside for a little chat.
It didn't take much convincing before the two of them wound up in a room of a nearby hotel, and no sooner had they slammed the door behind them than their lips started smacking and Tamia's carefully chosen outfit was torn away and tossed aside. This was the thing she loved most about these beings. This is why she possessed them night after night. The sex. The pure, unadulterated, primal act of two hot, sweaty bodies colliding together in fits of passionate intensity.
The man she was with threw her onto the bed, nothing left now but those frilly panties she was so previously fond of, which he then made quick work of as well, pulling them down and leaving every inch of her borrowed body fully exposed. The stranger pounced on top of her and in no time just plunged his entire sizable length inside her. No lubrication. No protection. It hurt, she screamed, it stretched the apparently virgin anus in ways its original owner had never considered. Everything about it was just so dirty, so rough, so raw, it was exactly the way she liked it.
He thrust himself in and out, smacking loud and hard against her ass, all the while her boyish looking prick slapping needfully against her belly. She thought she had chosen well at the club, and she was right. This man was able to fill her up so perfectly, so completely, far beyond the normal limits of such an unused passage. She never knew a fucking could be this good, and as he rammed into her prostate over and over again, it really drove the feeling home. The poor gland was so hammered, so utterly crushed by the sheer size and power of this strange man, that cum was literally forced out of her from inside, not yet even close to a first orgasm.
They continued on like that for what seemed like hours until finally the two of them lay still, her partner fast asleep. She'd gotten very good use out of this body. It had been pumped full of cum from both ends and had expelled a good bit of its own as well, and what didn't fit inside the body was left splattered all over the rest of it. But now, she realized, it was time for her to depart. The body was exhausted, no longer of any use to her, and she'd more than had her fill of earthly pleasures for one evening.
"Maybe boys aren't so bad after all," she mused, severing the connection that tied her down and letting her spirit drift off. She left the body of the boy she had inhabited to sleep where it lay, and with it, more than a few surprises for when it finally woke up.