Too Much of a Good Thing

By Tobyredone

56 minute read -

I was sitting in a small coffee shop sipping on a warm cup of java, and watching it rain outside. The wet rain gave the breezey day an uncomfortable chill and I was cold right to the bone. I could feel my nipples straining against the inside of my bra.

A man and a woman walked into the coffee shop together and after also getting cups of coffee came and sat down by me.

“Hey Brian, Hey Val.” I said warmly.

“Hey. Still in her? She must really suit you.” Brain replied with a sigh.

“It’s a long story.” I replied with a note of exhaustion in my voice.

“We’ve got all afternoon Vanessa. And if you are going to do this for real I need to know. I need to know the whole story. That you’re not just stealing all this from her.” Valerie said to me as she sat down next to her boyfriend with an easy grace.

“Oh, I’m not stealing anything. I’m taking what she was throwing away, but I don’t even know where to begin.” I replied to her.

“How about you start wherever you want, and we’ll just listen. But we need to hear everything, not just the body hopper part.” Brian replied.

“Why not? It may help me make sense of some of this.” I said as I took a deep breath, and began to tell my story.

This whole thing went down at a shitty time in my life. I’m not using that as an excuse or anything, I’m just saying that my life wasn’t something I particularly wanted any part of. My father had just died. He was the only other member of my family that I had left. I remember feeling so alone at the funeral. After that, my work started to suffer. I just didn’t see the point anymore. Everyone felt bad for me at the office, except for the people who wanted my job, so they started to point out my mistakes, and make a few of their own and sign my name to them. With everything happening around me, and without me actually caring too much, it wasn’t long until I got fired.

I was out at a bar a few nights later with my best friend Scott. He was my anchor to reality through all of this. He really tried to be there for me, and I really appreciated that. I felt like he was a surrogate for my missing family almost.

Anyway, we were drinking at the bar, and I was pretty much wallowing in my own misery, and Scott gets the bright idea that what I need most is a good night with a girl. He centers a lot on sex, but that was probably why I liked hanging out with him so much when we were in high school.

So he starts pointing out girls to me, which is the last thing I want and pretty soon he goes one step further and starts bringing them over to me. I was to depressing for most of them to stay for more then a few moments until he brought this one girl up to me, and said she was a smoking hottie until I looked up and saw the ugliest man face I’ve ever seen. It was disturbing. At this point I had probably drank more than my fair share and stupidly said out loud, “Wow lady, you actually made me feel better. At least I don’t have a face like yours.”

Well, Scott got pissed off, and says, “Ok, Jake, I’m here trying to help, but if you are just going to start making fun of the girls I bring over, I’m leaving. Call me when you want to do anything other then whine about your own misery. I just wanted to help.”

Then he left. But the thing is, the ugly chick didn’t.

She sat right down on the barstool next to me and started talking to me like I had unwrapped one of the mysteries of the universe.

“You should come with me. I have a lot to explain to you.” She said.

I tried to brush her off, but she was so insistent that I finally let her split a cab ride back to our apartments, which were apparently close to each other. When I stepped out of the cab, so did she. She then followed me up to my door.

“Invite me up for a night cap? I’ll make it worth your while.” She said as she ran a finger around her breasts.

I think I just wanted company. They say misery loves company, right? Well, we got up to my apartment, and the first thing she does is lock the door and close the curtains. I’m starting to think I invited home an axe murderer.

She then turns, looks at me and in a serious voice says, “You are actually seeing a man’s face because you are seeing my real face, not this chick’s normal face.”

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and started drinking it, wondering what this crazy woman was talking about.

“You see my real face because you are like me. You’re a body hopper. You could be inside this woman too. You can be inside anyone you want.” She says.

Now I was pretty sure I had invited home an axe murderer.

“You’re not only ugly, you’re fucking crazy.” I said drunkenly and then added, “It’s time for you to go.”

“If I prove it, will you have sex with me?” She asked.

“You’ve got three minutes to get out before I call the cops.” I said.

“Should be enough time,” she said, walked over to my couch, and sat down. She then started to shake, quiver, and convulse. This clear stuff started running out of her skin, mouth and nose. It flowed over the couch to the floor and started to form itself into the shape of a body. A male body.

At this point I was pretty freaked out, but I was to drunk to really react. A naked, dirty old man was standing in my living room over the top of the passed out girl that he had just leaked out of. I slowly made my way around the table, and looked at the girl. She had a pretty face now. I looked up at the old man, and recognized him as the face the girl had previously been wearing.

“I must have passed out some where and this is a dream.” I said in a shaky voice.

“Nope. It’s real. I didn’t believe it when I saw it the first time either.” He said.

With that he reached down, touched the sleeping girl’s skin and started to melt back into her. Soon, he was completely inside her again, and her face went back to being his face. A few moments later his eyelids opened, and he sat back up.

“You will have the power to do this too.” He said to me, “All you have to do is fuck me.”

“What? How do I know that’s true? How do I know you won’t just steal my body or something?” I said as I stumbled back away from him, or her…

“Because that would be pointless. If I wanted to have a dick, I’d use my own. I want to get some dick in my pussy, though. C’mon.” She said as she stood up and grabbed my hand, then dragged me back to the couch.

She pulled her dress up and her panties down, and then went to work on my belt. I slapped at her hands, but in my drunken state I wasn’t very coordinated. Soon she had my pants down around my ankles with my boxers.

“Let’s hope you don’t have whiskey dick.” She said as she started to rub my cock in between her breasts.

While the alcohol was working, and I was worried about what was actually going to happen, and I wasn’t particularly turned on by her face, it had been a long time since I had felt a lovely pair of breasts, and this guy knew how to work a stolen female body. In no time she had me hard.

She jumped on me, and began bobbing up and down with reckless abandon. I came quickly. Far too quickly for her, and she looked down at me in disappointment when she felt me release inside her. She climbed back off, and once again began using her soft tits to get me hard again.

While this was happening she told me that in a few days I’d be able to enter anyone’s body just be touching their skin and wanting to be them. She told me I would be able to use their memories and skills while I was in them. That was about all she said, and then my dick started to stand up on its own again.

So she quickly sat up, climbed back into position, and started again. Despite my alcohol and recent discharge, I still didn’t last very long again, and blew my load inside her once more quite quickly. This time she looked down in disgust at me and said, “You can’t hold back for shit, can you? No wonder you’re such a fucking loser.”

With that, she got up, pulled her dress back down and walked to the front door. “I’m going to find some real dick. You can keep the panties. Good luck loser.” And then she was gone. I passed out soon after from the alcohol.

I was pretty sick the next few days. I just stayed at home and ate canned food and watched TV. What else did I have to do really? I had no job, no family, and no life really. I knew my rent would be due soon as well.

I was knocked out of my shitty cycle of existence one day by a tapping on my door. I answered it and saw Scott standing there.

“Hey bud. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How’s it hanging?” He asked.

“You would not believe me if I told you.” I replied.

“Unless you are going to tell me you almost died due to a raw sewage leak in your apartment. What the fuck is that smell?” He asked as he stepped back from the door.

“Oh, sorry. I haven’t cleaned or anything in a while.” I replied.

“Well, let’s hang at my house then. I’m not staying here.” He told me.

I looked like shit, but followed anyway. I didn’t really care what I looked like anymore. We started driving back to Scott’ house and he started talking about Vanessa.

“Man, I just don’t know what is up her ass recently. I mean she is constantly on me about one thing or another. And it’s always stupid shit. Like ‘you didn’t put away your dishes’ or ‘can’t you even pick up your damn beer cans’ and shit. I mean, she has a fucking temp job for twenty hours a week. I work sixty hours a week just so we can afford the house she just had to have, you know?” He complained to me.

I remained silent but nodded, so he continued.

“I mean, she never puts any fucking effort out anymore either. It’s not just me. As soon as she’s home, she tosses on some sweatpants, and sits down to watch the fucking soaps. Then when I get home she wants me to order delivery for dinner. I mean can you fucking believe it? She sits on her ass after coming home from four hours of work, can’t cook dinner, and wants me to eat pizza instead of a decent meal after ten hours or more of working my ass off for her!” He continued to vent.

This time when he paused I said, “That last chick you wanted me to hook up with I brought back to my place. She was a man.”

“I mean she’s fucking… wait, what? You hooked up with a tranny? Jesus. I thought you had problems before.” He said with concern in his eyes.

“No, she wasn’t a tranny. She was… oh fuck, you’d never believe me.” I said as I turned to stare out the window of the car.

“Well, you can’t start a story like that and not finish it. Especially to your best friend. C’mon, tell me.” He said.

I sighed and continued, “It was a girl. She was being worn by some guy using her body. He told me because I could see his ugly face I’d be able to do it too.”

“Wait, do what? Wear other people’s bodies? Like a suit? How the fuck can that work, they’d never survive if you climbed inside them through their mouths or something.” He said.

“I don’t think it works like that. I think I turn into like a water or something and ooze inside them. I don’t really know, but that’s what the guy did.” I said.

“I’m going to bring you to the hospital.” Scott told me.

“I’m not fucking crazy. I didn’t want to tell you about it to begin with remember? Hell, I think I’m crazy. I thought the girl was crazy until she showed me.” I replied.

Scott sat quietly for a few minutes as he continued to drive, occasionally looking at me through the sides of his eyes. I felt like I was loosing my mind. I wanted to hide. I wanted to curl into a little ball and roll into a place where no light ever shines.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Scott said suddenly with a laugh.

“What?” I croaked.

“Why don’t you take over Vanessa?” He said, “You’ll prove to me that you’re not crazy, and I’ll have some piece and quiet for a change.”

“Fuck you. You just have to make fun of me?” I said.

“I’m not making fun of you. I’m asking you to take over my girlfriend. Hell, you can be her for as long as you want. It’s not like she has a hard life. I mean, if she’s going to sit on the couch and make me order pizza, while shooting me down for sex I’d rather it be you anyway.” He said.

“Fine.” I replied.

“Alright.” He said.

The rest of the drive was quiet. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. If I couldn’t do this, would Scott think I was crazy? Would this ruin my friendship with Scott?

As soon as we walked into the door, Vanessa saw us. She was sitting on the couch wearing sweatpants just like Scott had described.

“Dammit Scott! If you would have told me you were bringing company over, I would have cleaned a bit, and put on something decent.” She yelled at him.

“It’s Jake, he doesn’t care!” Scott yelled back.

“You’re an asshole!” she yelled and got up, leaving the room.

I didn’t know what to do, but Scott gave me a look and pushed me after her as he whispered, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

I walked into the kitchen and saw Vanessa standing by the counter top. She turned to face me and gave me a weird look. I walked towards her. She took a step away, and I grabbed her arm.

“Let me go Jake. What are you doing?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

She pulled her arm back, but I wouldn’t let go. She tried again, and called out to Scott for help. She then slapped me hard on the face. Scott walked into the room and stood there staring. She tried to pull away harder, but this time something happened. I felt weird. Her arm came free from my grasp.

Wait, no it didn’t. Her arm pulled back, and I couldn’t hold on anymore, but that’s because my hand was turning into goo. I staggered forward and again made contact with her skin. She tried to get away, but I was stuck to her skin like thick glue. I couldn’t see anymore.

I felt… strange. My body was so strange…

The next thing I knew was Scott standing over me, helping me up.

“Woah. That was some fucked up shit right there.” He said to me.

I blinked a few times as I tried to focus my eyes. There was a pile of clothes on the floor in front of where Scott had just helped me up from. They were my clothes. Suddenly I realized I was looking at Scott’s chest. That wasn’t right. I was just as tall as him. Then I felt the hair around my neck and shoulders. I felt weight on my chest. I looked down and saw breasts pressing out against my shirt. I grabbed them with both hands and let out a small squeal.

“Is it you Jake? Or is it Vanessa?” Scott asked me.

Instead of answering him I darted to the bathroom around the corner. I struggled to flick the light switch with my shaking hands, and when I finally did get the lights to turn on, there I saw Vanessa, only with my face. It was like the woman the other night. Scott walked in and looked at me and then the mirror.

“Holy shit! I can see your face on her body in the reflection! It really is you in there!” he said.

“You can see my real face?” I asked him.

“Only in the reflection.” He said looking back and forth.

“What about my voice? Do I sound… like me?” I asked.

“Well, that depends. Right now I’m looking at two “me’s” in one body. You sound like Venessa.” He replied.

“That’s odd. I hear my voice when I talk.” I said.

“This whole thing is odd.” Scott told me.

I nodded and turned left and right in the mirror checking out my new body. It felt so unusual to have two globes of flesh jiggling around on my chest as I moved. I reached up and touched them. Gently at first, and then I began gripping them more firmly, and squeezing the like stress balls.

“Oh hell yeah!” Scott called out, which snapped me out of playing with tits in front of my friend.

I dropped my hands to the side and pushed at him so I could get by him and out of the bathroom. He followed me back into the living room as I sat down on the couch where Vanessa had been sitting.

“Well?” He asked.

“Well what?” I replied.

“Well what are you doing?” He asked as he held his hands to his sides.

“I’m sitting down. I figured we’d watch the Sharks game tonight. They’re undefeated.” I said as I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

“You’re inside Vanessa, get to do anything you want with her body, and you decide to just sit down and watch some sports.” Scott said to me.

“Yeah, you said if I took her over you just wanted me to not bitch at you. I’m not bitching at you, am I?” I asked him.

“Well, I suppose. But to be completely fair, I did ask you not to wear sweatpants.” He said as he sat down in the large reclining chair in the corner.

“I can take care of that.” I said. I stood up, grabbed my loose sweatpants by the waist band, and dropped them to the floor. I carefully stepped out of them and looked over at my friend with my hands at my side, “Happy now?”

“Cute panties.” He said with a smirk that I wanted to smack off his face.

“Screw you.” I said as I sat down.

The game was already underway, and the Sharks were making quick work of the apposing team, the Rockets. It was exciting to watch, though as both teams seemed to have quite the offense, and the score was already quite high. I soon found myself leaning forward on the couch and cheering them on. I would occasionally raise my hands in the air for a good play, and I noticed Scott would eye up my chest when ever it happened.

I even started to join him in sneaking glances down at my melons. Then as I got braver, even lower down to my cotton panties. One time I must have taken a bit too long in my glance as I suddenly heard Scott say, “Like what you see there?”

My eyes shot back to the TV screen as my face turned red. I felt the heat of my embarrassment spread down to the tops of my chest and knew that my boobs were glowing red as well, but this time I was determined not to look. It was still my best friend’s girlfriend, after all.

“Um, it’s ok to look. I mean, technically possession is nine tenths of the law, and right now they are your tits. You are Vanessa.” Scott said to me.

I thought about it, and decided Scott was right. Right now these were my tits, and my waist, and my legs, and my hair, and even my pussy. If I wanted to look, anyone watching would assume it was just Vanessa looking at herself.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” I said and got up, then headed to the bedroom. I closed and locked the door, then walked to the full length mirror that was mounted on the side of the wall. Suddenly the door knob got jiggled. Then there was a knock on the door as Scott said, “Oh come on! I don’t even get to watch? I’ve seen her naked more times then you!”

“Some things a guy, or girl, just needs to do in private. Sorry bud.” I replied.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to order a pizza. I’m hungry.” He said, and then I heard him walk away from the door.

My concentration went back to the mirror. I felt around my face. I could feel Vanessa’s face under my fingertips, but saw my face in the mirror. I felt the tug of her hair on my scalp. I quickly stripped my shirt off and looked at the bra underneath. It was full of tits. My tits. I struggled to get out of the confining piece of fabric. It was like a jigsaw puzzle. After a few minutes, and some curse words the bra was laying on the floor beside me. I played with my nipples. I licked my fingers and rubbed them. I liked the feelings that I got when they were lightly pinched. I put my arms to my sides and did little hops to see them bounce in the mirror.

Finally I looked lower. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. They stretched over my wide hips and rolled into a thin strip of fabric as they came down my legs. I felt cool air on a pair of lips I had never felt before.

The outer lips were closed. I had some experience with women, but still this sight was so odd. So amazing. I was looking at a tight little pussy. I started to feel a strange warmth building in me. I suddenly realized I was getting turned on. I brought a hand to my vagina and ran a finger from the top of my groove to the bottom. I felt a shiver run down my back. Not only was I turned on by the porno like experience of watching a woman play with her pussy, I was turned on because I got to feel the sensations of that pussy being played with.

I spread my legs shoulder width apart, and carefully ran my fingers up and down my soft inner thigh and along my new vaginal lips. I started to feel a strange wetness. I smiled when I realized I was feeling a female version of a boner. I went to stick a finger inside myself, but my long nails made it somewhat painful, so I stopped.

I looked to my left, and saw some of Scotts and Vanessa’s dirty clothes laying on the floor. I suddenly realized I not only had Vanessa’s body, I had her entire wardrobe to play with as well.

After looking through a few drawers I finally found where she kept her underwear. I pulled out a whole pile of panties and spread them out across the bed. There were all different kinds and colors. Bikinis in a tan color, boy shorts in a crème color, some standard white briefs, and what caught my attention the most was the thongs. I poked through them until I found a silky black pair with some lace around the edges.

I smiled to myself and quickly stepped into the tiny piece of fabric. I shuffled my legs back and forth as I brought it up and around my toned legs, and got it into place over my pussy and in my ass crack. The strings sat high on my wide hips. I moved around feeling the silk of the fabric move against my smooth skin. I loved they way it felt, but I wasn’t sure about the string going up my ass. I turned towards the mirror and made posses again. It was so hot! And any pose I wanted to see, I just put myself in and look at.

Finally I decided I should look for a top. I dug through more drawers until I found Vanessa’s bras. I pulled them out and started looking through them. I found the matching bra, and held it up to my chest. I slipped my arms through it, but couldn’t seem to get it clipped behind my back. I struggled with it for another five minutes until I heard another knock at the door.

“Hey, pizza will be here soon. I hope you’re having fun.” Scotts said through the door.

“Out in a minute. Promise. I’m just trying to get this stupid bra back on.” I replied.

He laughed as he walked away, and I went back to struggling by myself. I was starting to think I’d never get this, and would have to go out and ask for help from Scott when I suddenly stopped and looked in the mirror.

Vanessa’s tits were perky without a bra. Why did I even need one? I started digging through her drawers again until I found a tight white girls tee shirt. I pulled it over my head and down my chest. My boobs stood out against the thin cotton, and my nipples could easily be seen straining out. The shirt only went half way down my torso under my breasts, but it was enough to cover my tits, and therefore all I was looking for.

I walked to the door, unlocked it, and walked out into the kitchen to see Scott standing by the counter top watching the game from there. He turned when he saw me walk out and his eyes got as wide as plates.

“Nice!” He said as he looked me up and down like a dog eyes a piece of meat.

“This old thing? I just threw it on.” I said with a smile as I cocked my legs and waved my arms up my sides, showing off my curves.

“Now that is what I’m talking about. Women should always dress that way.” Scott said excitedly.

“I have no problem with it.” I said as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

I held one out for Scott and popped the tab on the other one. I walked over to the counter and leaned against it as I watched the game and drank my beer. Scott backed up and started watching me instead of the game. It felt odd to be stared at just because of the way I looked and was dressed, but also nice. It felt nice to be wanted again. I hadn’t gotten much of that in the last few weeks.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I knew it must be the pizza, and looked down to see some money on the counter top. That must be the cash that Scott had pulled out of his wallet to pay for the pizza. I grabbed it and started walking towards the door.

“Hey, Va- I mean Ja-, uh… Don’t you want to put on a robe or something?” I heard Scott say behind me.

I pulled the door all the way open and cocked my leg as I smiled at the pizza guy. He looked at me and his jaw fell open.

“I have your… ah… your pizza… its going to be… ah…” He stuttered.

I held out the money and he took it while handing me the box, but never took his eyes off me.

“Hey, you wanna come in and watch the game with us?” I asked.

“NO!” Scott shouted as he walked into the living room.

“Ah, c’mon honey. It’ll be fun. We could make another internet sex video where I fuck the delivery boy!” I said with excitement in my voice as I screwed with my best friend.

“Um, no!” He said as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back from the door, “Keep the change.” He said to the pizza boy, and slammed the door shut on him.

As the door slammed shut I burst into laughter and tried to pull at Scott’s arm to free me from his grasp. I found out he was holding me a lot tighter then anticipated and I made a small fist and beat against his arm, while saying, “Let me go!”

“Oh, you thought that was funny, huh?” He said as he carried me over to the couch and dropped me unceremoniously onto the couch cushions while setting the pizza on the coffee table.

“I had you going for sure.” I said with a smile as I pulled the mess of hair out of my face.

“Well, payback is a bitch. I know where Vanessa is ticklish.” He said and started to work his fingers across my thighs and the bottom of my ass cheeks. I was never that ticklish, but Vanessa’s body was very ticklish. I started laughing and squirming and kicking while yelling, “Stop! Stop! Stop! Please Stop! You win! Stop!”

Scott kept at me until I yelled out, “Please! I’m gonna piss myself!” and curled into the fetal position with one hand holding my sides and the other over my ass in a vain attempt to try and protect myself from more tickling.

“To the winner go the spoils! Get me a beer bitch! And don’t forget plates and napkins for the pizza.” He declared as he sat down in his recliner.

I got up, took a moment to collect myself, and headed into the kitchen. I returned with everything he had requested and handed him a beer while setting the other stuff down by the pizza. I opened the box and saw he had gotten a pizza with everything on it. I wrinkled my nose as I had never liked olives on my pizza that much. I pulled a slice onto my plate and sat back on the couch.

“Hey. What about me?” He asked.

“Are your legs broken?” I replied.

“Vanessa brings me my pizza. You’re Vanessa. Bring me my pizza.” He declared.

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I stood up, pulled two slices onto the other plate, and delivered it to my friend. I then went to sit down and start on my own piece.

We watched the rest of the game, drank more beer and ate more pizza, with me getting everything for Scott like he was disabled or something, but I didn’t mind. It felt nice to be wanted.

Soon it was late, and I was ready to head out. I stood up and told Scott I needed a ride home.

“You’re leaving?” he said.

“Yeah. I’m gonna hit the hay.” I said.

“You gonna get out of her.” He asked.

I nodded, and then closed my eyes. After a few minutes of nothing happening Scott asked, “Jake, everything ok?”

“I don’t know. I just realized I don’t know how to get out. I’m sure I can, but the guy never told me how.” I said with a bit of fear creeping into my voice.

“How did you get inside her?” Scott asked.

“I just touched her skin, and then waited. I guess she was going to hit me, and I didn’t want to get slapped.” I replied.

“Do you want me to slap you?” Scott asked, half jokingly half serious.

“No.” I replied.

“Tickle you?” He said with a smile.

“Shut up and let me think.” I said in annoyance.

Well, nothing came to me, so I sat down on the couch and took another drink of beer. I then realized that I was a little drunk. Probably from having so much alcohol in Vanessa’s tiny frame.

“I’m going to just go home in Vanessa and I’ll figure this out when I’m sober in the morning.” I said declared.

“Go home in Vanessa? Why not just stay here at that point? All of her clothes are here. What are you going to wear for tomorrow? Plus, how are you going to get back over here? You don’t have a car.” Scott said.

“Fine, but no funny business. It’s still me in here.” I said as I pointed a finger at Scott.

He nodded and I stretched and yawned. I noticed him again staring at my chest. I was getting use to it by now, though. I stood up and started to clean up the pizza box and used napkins and empty beer cans. It was the least I could do as I was crashing at Scott’s place. He made some comment out how I had a woman’s place better figured out then Vanessa after only a few hours of being a woman. I gave him a half smile as I walked into the kitchen to dump the trash.

I walked back into the living room, and told Scott I was going to bed. I went back to the bedroom and crawled under the covers. They were nice and soft and smelled of lavender. It reminded me that I hadn’t washed my sheets back at my place in quite some time. I pulled my hair out of my face and soon I was sleeping peacefully.

I was rudely awoken a while later when Scott came to bed. He stumbled into the room, turned on the light, and started to pull his clothes off. Once down to his boxers he slammed his hand into the light switch, climbed into bed with me, and threw an arm over me. I could smell the beer on his breath, but that was nothing compared to him farting loudly next to me. Vanessa must have a finely attuned sense of smell, because the stench was over powering. Scott moved around for around fifteen minutes before he finally got comfortable and fell asleep. It took me much longer to fall asleep the second time.

The next day I woke up to the screaming of Scott’s alarm clock. He reached over me to slap the snooze button, and in a few moments was snoring loudly again. I couldn’t take anymore, and crawled my way out of bed and away from him.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I climbed into the shower. The warm water felt good on my skin, and the whole experience was bringing energy back into my still sleeping limbs. I started digging through all of Vanessa’s shampoos and soaps, and realized I was in over my head. After a few minutes reading the bottles, I just started with some color enhancing shampoo and volumizing conditioner and hoped that would be close enough. After I finished with my hair, I pulled her little poof ball thing off from a hook, and added some heavily scented body wash to it. It smelled too strongly of vanilla to me, but it was all I had.

While I was washing I heard the door open, and Scott mumbled “Morning,” to me. I continued on my washing, and once I was finished I rinsed myself down, and shut the water off. I pulled the curtain back and screamed as I saw Scott sitting on the toilet taking a dump.

“What the fuck!” I said as I yanked the curtains back closed.

“What? I do this every morning while Vanessa showers.” He replied.

“Well, I may look like her, but some things are still new and very wrong to me.” I replied as I pulled the curtains back open, grabbed a towel and stormed out of the bathroom.

I finished drying off in the bedroom and started to get dressed. I was pulling on some jeans when Scott came in and looked at me strangely.

“You better hurry and get out of her, or get some nicer clothes on. Vanessa works in an office, and has to dress up. She’s going to be late if you don’t hurry.” He said to me.

“Fuck! I don’t know how to get out of her yet. What does she usually wear?” I asked him.

He pointed to the pile of work clothes on the floor next to the hamper in there bedroom. I pulled up her black work slacks and smelled them. They seemed a bit wrinkled, but smelled fine, so I pulled them on rather then trying to pick out an outfit from scratch. I looked at the blouse she had left on the floor next to the pants and decided that I would pick a new shirt. I frantically dug through the drawers again until I found another blouse that was similar. I pulled my arms through the hole and started doing the buttons, which felt a bit odd for some reason.

I then started digging through her closet for a decent pair of shoes that didn’t have a heel on them. My choices were pretty slim as Vanessa liked to wear heels it seemed. I grabbed a pair of shoes, and darted out the bedroom door. I ran back in and asked Scott, “Where do I work?” feeling quite foolish.

“You work at Intercorp down on Third street. Your bosses name is Ryan. How are you going to do this? You don’t know anything about Vanessa’s job.” He said as he shook his head.

I shrugged at him and darted back out to the kitchen searching for my car keys. A few minutes later Scott came out and asked me what I was doing.

“I’m looking for her car keys you dick.” I said, annoyed that he was smiling at me as I struggled.

“They’re in her purse. She always leaves it on the table by the door.” He replied.

Of course. A Purse. Why hadn’t I thought of that? I grabbed it, ran to Vanessa’s car, started it, and drove off in a hurry. I drove by her work once because I was in such a hurry I missed the driveway. I ran into the front door, and was only five minutes late. A man was standing in the front doors as I came running in and he said, “Vanessa. Running a little late, are we? Don’t worry about it. I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Um, thanks.” I replied.

“Ready? Follow me, I’ve got a special project for you today.” The man replied.

I nodded, thankful that I didn’t have to go looking for my boss or my desk. The man brought me through the large office building and back to a rather impressive office. I saw the name on the door. It was Ryan Straubel. This must be my boss’s office. I briefly wondered what he did, as it was huge. He walked over to the filing cabinets in the corner and stopped, looking at me.

“I really need all of these files up here put in alphabetical order, and put in these cabinets down here.” He told me as he pointed.

I nodded, and while he walked around his desk and sat down, I got to work. It wasn’t difficult work, and the files were actually labeled fairly well, so I didn’t need much more direction. It was tedious however, and a lot of bending over to stuff the files into the lower filing cabinet. One time while I was putting a file in its proper spot I happened to look over my shoulder and caught my boss staring at my ass.

I felt my face turn red and start to burn as I realized this man was only having me do this so that he could stare at my ass all morning. I tried to put it out of my mind, but every time I bent over I knew he was looking at me. I tried to keep a smile on my face as I worked, but I don’t know how good of a job I was doing. Finally after a few hours, I was done.

“Is there anything else you need me to do?” I asked as I straighten up and turned towards him.

“What are you doing for lunch today Vanessa? I was thinking about cutting out early and heading over to that Japanese place. Do you like sushi?” He asked me with an easy smile.

“Um… I didn’t really have plans for lunch. I have a boyfriend, and sometimes I…” I started to say before Ryan cut me off and said, “Oh, I’m just wondering if you wanted to have a quick bite to eat with me. Nothing sinister. I’m not hitting on you or anything. Just lunch with a co-worker. My treat for doing such a quick job with the files.”

“Uh, sure.” I said with a nod of my head.

“Great! You usually tell me you just want something light out of the vending machine. This will be a good time, I promise.” He said.

I felt stupid as he told me that. The real Vanessa knew how to get out of her boss’s lunch invitations, why didn’t I?

To be honest, her boss was a complete gentleman, and opened the door to his fancy car for me, and made small talk with me as he drove me to the restaurant. I didn’t know a lot of what he was talking about, though as it was mostly work related. I tried to stumble through most of it.

I ordered the only thing on the menu that I could pronounce, and Ryan laughed when I told him that was why I had picked it after the waiters left. They brought out something that Ryan ordered to drink before our meal arrived, and he poured me a small bowl. I took a drink and felt the burn of alcohol on my throat as it went down. I told him this might not be appropriate, and he apologized immediately and got the staff to bring us some water.

The food arrived shortly, and I started to eat. It was delicious! I filled up quickly though, do to Vanessa’s smaller size. When the waiter brought the bill, Ryan tried to scoop it up before I saw it, but I got a glance at it and saw it was a huge amount of money.

“I can’t let you pay all of that for me.” I said.

“Nonsense. I wanted to come here, and invited you along. I enjoyed your company.” He said with another easy smile.

I just smiled back, and soon we were back at the office. I followed Ryan back to his office, but this time he stopped me at the door and said he had some confidential things to do. He closed the door, and I looked around until I saw a desk with my name plate on it. I walked over and sat down. I turned on the computer, and stared at the login screen. I didn’t know her password.

I tried to look busy as I had no idea what Vanessa normally did during the day. I played with my pens, shuffled some papers, and used the intercom to buzz Ryan when ever some stopped by and asked to see him. Finally at around three o’clock Ryan came out of his office. He seemed surprised to see me.

“What are you still here for? Usually you leave around one thirty or two.” He asked me.

“Uh… I had a lot of filing to get caught up on.” I said as I picked up the same stack of paper I had been shuffling all day.

“Well, thanks for all the extra effort you’re putting in. I appreciate it.” He said with another one of his easy smiles.

I just nodded, and started to gather up my things and put them in my purse. I practically ran out of the building and back to my small car. On my way home I shook my head as I thought about my day. It had actually been kind of exciting to live someone else’s life. And it felt good to actually have a job again.

I stopped off quickly by my small apartment to grab some stuff that I wanted and then headed to Scott’s place. I pulled in the driveway and shut my car off. I walked into the house and wondered what I would do to pass the time until Scott came home. I picked up the remote control for the TV and turned it on. It was recording soap operas.

“What do you see in these things, Vanessa?” I asked out loud as I selected one and turned it on.

The TV started in on an episode, and I realized I had no idea what was going on. It was boring not knowing, and the people and scenes started and stopped before I could really grasp what was happening.

I thought to myself, “This sure would make more sense if I had Vanessa’s memories.”

Suddenly images started to flash in the back of my head. I closed my eyes to concentrate on them better. It was like Vanessa’s memories were flowing out for me to see. I realized that must have been what the strange man inside the woman was talking about. I could have used all the memories the whole time I was in Vanessa. I thought about Vanessa’s computer password.

‘Angelwings123’ popped into my head, and I knew it was right.

I thought about yesterday’s soap opera and I suddenly knew that Marley was really Rodger’s brother, who had undergone a sex change operation, and was now dating Rodger’s son, who had secretly shot Marley’s best friend out of revenge, but no one would know that for another couple episodes.

I then heard my stomach growl. I looked at the kitchen and thought maybe I could cook something, if only I knew what was around for food. Suddenly memories of Vanessa grocery shopping popped into my head. Then the recipes she knew.

I smiled as I got up and started to make a dinner using Vanessa’s stolen memories.

Scott was proud of me when he came home to a girlfriend that wasn’t in sweatpants and a roast in the oven. I cracked him a beer and handed it over to him as he sat down and I cut him a large piece of meat and set it on his plate.

He was so proud of me that when I said I still hadn’t figured out how to leave Vanessa, he said, “Why bother. Just stay. Be her as long as you want, bud.”

Well, Scott drank more beer, celebrating his girlfriend cooking and not wearing sweatpants, and I drank some beer to celebrate the fact that I knew all about Vanessa’s memories now. We ended up getting pretty drunk, and the next thing I knew we were in bed messing around.

It felt so good to have Scott fill my pussy.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was the best sex of my life. Vanessa’s orgasms were earth shattering. And I don’t know if she usually came that fast and hard, or if it had something to do with me and my hair trigger, but I could cum on the drop of a dime.

Well, pretty soon I fell into a routine of going to work, being friendly with my overly friendly boss, coming home and working out, eating a quick bite, making Scott his dinner, serving it to him almost naked, and getting fucked from behind at the table while he ate. We would watch TV, or go to the movies, or work on something in the garage after that, and then we would head to bed and he would rail the shit out of me again before we both fell asleep.

It was a few weeks later when I thought I’d do something special. I stopped off at a Victoria’s Secret and picked up some new and racy underwear. I even made a second stop at an adult gift store and picked up some costumes and various other naughty little toys to have fun with.

When Scott came home that night I met him at the door in a little sex kitten outfit. He chased me down the hallway and into the bedroom, and we had fantastic sex. Afterwards I got out of bed and started cooking without dressing, which he also obviously appreciated.

Scott told me how much he appreciated the last few weeks, and I replied with the fact that it had been just as fun for me. It felt so amazing to be wanted, and have someone who cared for me. I didn’t want it to end.

At least right then I didn’t want it to end. A few days later after Scott finished his dinner, and was going through the mail he called out to me. I came out of the bedroom wearing some pink panties and a matching push up bra and asked him what was up.

“You spent six hundred fucking dollars on all this shit?” He yelled.

“Uh, I guess so.” I replied.

“You can’t do that. Not without asking me first.” He told me in a commanding voice.

“What? Ask you to spend my own money? It came out of my account. I worked for it.” I replied.

“First off it’s Vanessa’s account. Her job pays for the groceries. Her job pays for her car payments and insurance. My job pays for house. My job pays for the other utilities. My job pays for my car. My job pays for the cable. My job pays for the furniture. My job pays for all the other side stuff we need and fun stuff we want to do. I decide how it gets spent.” He said as he thumbed his chest like a baboon.

“And who decided you should be in charge of all the money?” I said.

“Vanessa and I both did. Before you were in her. It worked then, it works now.” He declared.

I knew from her memories this was bullshit. She didn’t want him controlling all of her money, she knew it just wasn’t worth the fight.

“Well, I wanted to spend some money. I’m in her now, and I decided that deal was stupid. And besides, I bought all this shit FOR YOU!” I shouted at him as I threw my arms up.

“If it was for me, then you shouldn’t have had any problem asking me before you bought all of it.” He said back to me.

“Fuck you, you over controlling bastard!” I shouted back at him.

“Fuck you, you slut!” He said back to me.

“Oh, now I’m a slut? Well, then I’ll just take my well used pussy and stay in a hotel for the night.” I said as I went back into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes.

Scott came in a few moments later and took the clothes out of my hands, “No, you are not staying in a hotel tonight.”

I tried to grab the clothes back, but he was much larger then me. I then tried to get out of the bedroom, but he grabbed me around the waist. I thrashed and kicked to get away, but he was just too large and strong for me.

“Let me go you fucker!” I demanded as I slammed my small hands into his sides.

“Not until you see reason here. You don’t get to just decide you are going to spend mine and Vanessa’s money. You’re not even really her. You’re just her because your life sucks so bad. I’ve been your friend for a while now, but you have to stop this and listen to me.” He said, and then tossed me onto the bed.

I sat there glowering at him through eyes filled with rage, but I knew there was no way I could get by him and even if I could I was a girl in nothing but pink panties and a bra. Not to mention, I had this nagging thought in the back of my head that he was right. I had stolen this body. It wasn’t mine. Who was I to go changing what Vanessa and Scott had worked out?

“Fine.” I said.

“Fine.” He said back.

“But you’re not getting shit from me tonight.” I said and slapped my legs shut.

“Whatever. You want it, and you know it.” He said with a sick smile, “You beg for fucking cock. I know how much you get off on it.”

I gave Scott the finger, and crawled into bed. My eyes burned and I felt powerless. He crawled into bed shortly after me, and started rubbing his hands up and down my back. I slapped them away. A few minutes later he started again, so this time I elbowed him in the stomach. “Bitch,” he said, and rolled over away from me.

I started to think about the relationship I was in, and how it had changed. Or maybe it hadn’t. Scott had never been very considerate of Vanessa. I knew that from both her memories and the way he had talked about her to me when I was just his friend. I also knew that even for the past few weeks, he still belched, farted, and stomped around like the leader of the household, a lot of times completely ignoring what I wanted to do, or how I felt on anything. The only reason he had been even somewhat nice to me so far was because I had been feeding him, getting his beer, and sexing him as often as he wanted it. He had almost from the beginning been controlling, and stopped treating me as a friend.

I went to work the next day, and instantly the other girls in the office knew something was off with me. They rallied around me, and asked me what was wrong. When I told them about the fight with my boyfriend the all told me what a jerk he was and how I could do better, and I should demand that he apologize, or threaten to leave him.

It was only a few hours later when Ryan called me into his office, and asked if I was alright. He had heard that I had been in a fight with my boyfriend.

I wanted to know how he knew, and he reminded me that the office gossip made its rounds pretty quickly. I told him I was fine, and that I didn’t really feel comfortable discussing it with him. He replied that any time I wanted to talk he was there for me. I knew he was checking out my ass as I walked out of his office.

The next week was pretty rough. I would come home from work and do an extra hard workout to get rid of the stress of the day and it helped keep my sexual wants toned down, and then I would get dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt just to let Scott know I was still mad at him. Every day he would refuse to apologize. I was still cooking, and I don’t know why. I didn’t return any of the underwear or the outfits I had bought, either.

Then I woke up one morning as I was getting ready for work I realized my face was different. It wasn’t so much mine anymore as it was Vanessa’s. I realized her memories and emotions came to me much quicker now as well. I barely had to even think about something, and her memories or skills would be there for me to use.

I didn’t know what to make of it.

I went into work that day in a haze of my own thoughts. It showed as I was clumsy, spaced out, and generally struggling with simple tasks.

Ryan called me into his office. He came around his desk and stood by me, saying, “Are you sure everything is alright Vanessa? You have been acting strange all week, and today you just haven’t been able to pull it together at all.”

“I’m fine.” I said as I looked at my feet.

He moved closer and put one hand under my chin to raise my face to look at his, “Are you sure you are fine? You don’t seem fine. I want to help you.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I said again.

Ryan’s hand moved down my thin neck to my shoulder as he absently played with my hair and then he said, “Are you afraid to leave him? You shouldn’t be. You are a smart, funny, beautiful woman. There are a lot of guys that would give everything they had to be with you.”

“Thank you, but that’s not it.” I said.

Ryan pulled me in to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and said, “What are you doing tonight? Some of us are going to Cha Cha’s, the bar on Dryfus Avenue. You should come. It would get you out of the house, and away from that whole situation.”

“I don’t…” I started to say, but Ryan interrupted me, “Don’t answer now. Think about it. Just show up if you want, ok?”

I was in my boss’s arms and realized for the first time I wasn’t trying to push him away or escape.

I went back to my desk and concentrated on my work until quitting time, then left to go home. I did my standard work out routine, which as this point was more just to keep me from getting out a dildo and fucking myself stupid until Scott came home. I made some meatloaf, which it suddenly seemed was more like my recipe then Vanessa’s. I would check myself in the mirror every few hours, and wonder more and more about my face.

Scott came home, and when I put the dinner I had made out on the table, He started to bitch about the fact that he hated meatloaf, and I should have known better then to make it. I was so pissed off. He never did anything for me. Not even bring me a cup of coffee in the morning, and yet here he was complaining about something that I made just for him.

“I’m fucking leaving. Order a pizza then.” I replied and stormed into the bedroom.

I pulled out a little black dress that I knew I looked hot in, and started to get into it. After that I added some nylons and some four inch heels. I grabbed my purse and headed for the front door.

“Where do you think you are going?” Scott asked as he blocked the doorway.

“I’m going out to a bar.” I replied as I tried to push past him.

“No you aren’t. I’m not letting you go, and I’m telling you that you can’t buy drinks there. It’s not your money.” He commanded in that stupid tone he liked to use.

“I don’t think I’ll have to buy any drinks, Scott. I’m an attractive woman. Not to mention I’m going to meet up with some friends from work, and I’m certain they can spare some money.” I told him.

“Well, you can’t leave with Vanessa then. She’s not yours.” He said.

“Fuck you. You said when I got in her I could stay as long as I want and do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t wear sweatpants. Well, I’m not wearing sweatpants now, so get the fuck out of my way.” I said as I again tried to force my way past him.

“No.” Scott said, and grabbed me by the arms. His grip was tight enough that he was hurting me as he pulled me back away from the door, and tried to drag me towards the bedroom. I did the only thing I could think off. I brought one of my knees hard up into his nuts.

He let go of me and dropped to his knees, grabbing at his crotch and I took off towards the door. I heard him yelling at me, but I kept going. I quickly got into my car and drove off. I saw Scott running out to his car, so I jammed the gas pedal down hoping to loose him as I took turns through the city streets. I lost sight of his car following me, so I turned towards my destination.

I found Cha Cha’s with no trouble and after shutting off my car and locking it, I headed in. I didn’t know what I was doing, or why I was doing it, I just knew that I needed to get away for a while like Ryan had said. As I walked into the front door I saw a group of people from my work, who all waved to me and called me over to them.

“Hey, glad you could make it out! We never get to see you after work anymore. Why so secretive.” One of the girls that used to hang out with Vanessa before I took her over said to me.

“Oh, I don’t know. A lot going on I suppose. I’m here now though.” I said with a fake smile to cover my real emotions.

Suddenly the door was pushed open roughly and there stood Scott. He was looking through the people in the small bar until he saw my face. I was scared.

Scott came over towards me, and I shrank back trying to get away. Everyone at the table saw what was going on. He reached out and grabbed me by the arm and simply said, “We’re going now.” I tried to pull my arm back, but he once again had a tight grip and it was starting to hurt.

Suddenly Scott was yanked back by the shoulders away from me.

“She doesn’t want to leave yet. Why don’t you leave and we’ll make sure she gets home safely.” Ryan said to him.

“Stay out of this. You don’t know what’s going on here.” Scott said to Ryan.

“I know enough. I know it’s time for you to leave.” Ryan said.

Everyone was staring at them, and two other guys from the office got off their seats and went to stand between Scott and me. He looked at them, then at me, and then at Ryan. Then he yelled out, “So are you fucking them or something? Are you cheating on me now, too? You fucking nympho-slut.”

“Don’t start that here. Shut your mouth and leave now.” Ryan said.

Scott looked at Ryan for a moment, and then threw a punch to Ryan’s jaw. Both men grabbed each other, and Scott pushed Ryan to the floor and then jump on top of him, punching him hard as Ryan tried to get him off. The two other guys from my office went in to help their friend by grabbing at Scott’s flailing arms.

In all the commotion, I never saw another man coming from behind who grabbed me by the neck and with amazing speed and strength pulled me back and out into the alley through a side door. Everyone else was also watching the fight.

I struggled more, but not only was I smaller and weaker, but my four inch heels weren’t letting me get any traction on the ground. He dragged me back by the dumpsters and threw me to the ground. I landed roughly and unceremoniously on my ass. I looked up in fear, and saw the same face that had been on that woman so many nights ago. The man that had taught me how to take over people stood above me with a smirk on his face.

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in.” He said in an evil voice.

“W-What do you w-want?” I stuttered.

“Well, I see you’ve made a proper mess of things in there.” He said as he pointed to the bar.

“It’s not my fault.” I said with fear in my voice.

“Course not. It’s someone else’s fault.” He said as he licked his lips at me.

“What do you want?” I asked him again, this time I tried to put more firmness in my voice, but I don’t think it worked.

“I figured seeing as this time you have the pussy, and I have the dick, I’d show you how to actually use one. You fucked it up pretty badly the last time I tried to do you a favor. I figure you owe me this.” He said and started to unbuckle his pants.

I started to claw my way backwards, but quickly found myself in a corner against a large fence and the side of the building. The ugly man reached down and grabbed at my dress. I slapped at his hand, so he backhanded me hard in the face.

I saw stars as my vision swam in front of me. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion but there was nothing I could do about it. My hands didn’t seem to work anymore. The ugly man pulled my dress up, and tore my underwear off. He was just getting onto his knees when suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell on top of me.

When he rolled off, I looked up into a man’s face.

It was Ryan. He was holding something that he must have used to hit the ugly man with. He also had a black eye and a bloody nose. He was saying something, but I was still dazed, and couldn’t make it out.

He gently put his arms under me and lifted me off the ground, and began carrying me out of the alley way.

“Are you ok?” I finally understood what he was asking me.

I just nodded.

“That’s quite a shiner.” He said to me as he looked at my face.

“Look who’s talking.” I replied as I gave him a weak smile.

“Eh. You should see the other guy.” He said with his typical easy smile.

“Oh no! Scott!” I said as started to struggle to get to my feet.

“Don’t worry. I was kidding. After Dan and Ed pulled him off me your boyfriend took off.” Ryan told me with a straight face.

“Not my boyfriend.” I said as I shook my head and looked at the ground.

“Does that mean you’re single now?” Ryan asked as he again brought out his smile.

“You never give up, do you?” I asked him, laughing for the first time in a long time.

“Not when I see something I want.” He replied.

By this time we had reached Ryan’s car. He set me down gently on my feet and opened the door on the passenger side of his car for me. I looked at him and he told me, “I cannot in good conscience let you drive yourself after all of that. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, but I won’t let you drive.”

I nodded and quietly sat in his car. He closed the door for me, and went around to the driver’s side. He started the car, and looked at me, “Where to?”

“I don’t have anywhere to go.” I replied as I thought about it. I couldn’t go back to Scotts. I had ditched my apartment at the end of last month when I didn’t want to pay the rent. I had no family to go to.

“Well, this isn’t me hitting on you, I promise, but why not stay at my place. I have a spare bedroom that you can sleep in for the night. It’s safe, and you can do whatever you want in the morning.” Ryan suggested.

“Thank you so so much for all of this. I don’t know why you help me all the time.” I replied.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, and started driving.

I spent the night at Ryan’s house. The next day while Scott was at work I took the day off, and went and got all of my things and moved out. I suppose they were Vanessa’s things, but I thought of them as my things now despite what Scott had been telling me.

I went to the bank, and took out enough for rent on a beat up apartment, and got a place for myself. I was too exhausted to unpack though, so I just crashed in an unmade bed. I had strange dreams that night, and when I woke up the next morning I noticed when I got ready even more of my face was like Vanessa’s.

I went in to work that day and thanked Ryan for all his help, and told him I needed another job because I couldn’t afford my own place on a part time salary. He tried to tell me that I could increase my hours at Intercorp, but I told him that he had helped me enough, and there were certain things I wanted to do on my own for now.

I found a job in an accounting department the next day. While Vanessa didn’t know anything about accounting, I knew a lot about it. It was what I had done before I had lost my job and this whole mess started. My boss was a woman named Valerie. She seemed nice, and after the first week on the job thought it was odd that my performance and abilities were way beyond my minimal accounting experience. We quickly became friends, and a few days later she asked if I wanted to get a few drinks after work with her.

I was sitting on the bar stool having a vodka tonic with Valerie when another man came in and sat down next to us. Valerie kissed him passionately, and then introduced him as Brian, her boyfriend. I went to shake his hand when he started to look very oddly at me.

“You’re a body hopper.” He said to me.

“A what?” I replied. I had heard that name before, but I couldn’t place it.

“You’re in that girl,” he said as he squinted at my face, “But it’s like your face isn’t right.”

“You can see my face?” I asked with fear in my voice, “My real face.”

“Don’t worry. We won’t say anything.” Valerie told me, and said, “Brian is a hopper too.”

This didn’t put me any more at ease, as the last man I knew with this power tried to rape me.

“I knew there was something about you when you didn’t have any accounting experience but instantly picked up your job like you had done it before.” Valerie said.

“Wait, you got a new job with your mount? Why?” Brian asked

“What’s a mount?” I replied.

“How long have you been a body hopper?” Brian asked me.

“Um, I got into Vanessa about two months ago. Actually, I think a little more.” I replied as I thought about it. I wasn’t always very good with dates.

“No wonder your face is barely there!” Brian said, “Are you trying to be her forever?”

“No. I don’t know how to get out.” I said sheepishly.

“You had better start from the beginning.” Brian said to me.

So I told Valerie and Brian about how I had met a strange woman, had bad sex with her, she left, and I had hopped my ex-friend’s girl and we had a falling out so I needed a job. When my quick story was over Brian pulled out his cell phone and called someone, and said it was an emergency.

Brian and Valerie brought me back to her apartment and introduced me to a man named Burt, who they said was another body hopper. That was pretty plain to see though, as he was wearing a young red headed woman.

“If you don’t get out of her now, you will be stuck in her forever.” Burt told me.

“I don’t know how to get out.” I replied to him.

“You just have to want to leave.” He replied simply.

“That’s it. Just want to leave her?” I asked.

“Well, and want to be your regular self. But I have to tell you, your shape may be a bit odd now when you leave her.” Burt told me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, the hopper that activated you should have done a better job explaining all of this too you. Most hoppers can’t stay in a mount as long as you have unless they have a lot of experience. You tend to get stuck. The first hop isn’t easy. Yours has been especially tough. You are probably going to struggle to get out, but you probably still can. Another week or two and you will be stuck, together with her as one.” The older hopper said to me.

I nodded and asked, “What do I do.”

“Same thing I just told you. Only now you have to really want to leave, and it may be painful.” He said.

I sat on Valerie’s couch and closed my eyes. I tried to concentrate on leaving. I concentrated on not living Vanessa’s life anymore. Nothing was happening. I think it was because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave. I concentrated on not having aching feet from four inch heels. I concentrated on being able to get back to my own life. I realized I didn’t want to get back to my life. Nothing happened. I tried to think that I could let Vanessa get her life back. I wouldn’t be stealing it from her anymore. She would be free of me. I thought she would be better off without me, and I really wanted to look out for her.

Suddenly I felt a tearing sensation. A flesh colored goo was running from my skin. It was working, but it was painful. I screamed as it felt like I was ripping myself in two. I grabbed at my hair, and pulled, but continued to want to get out of Vanessa and let her live without me stealing her life and body.

I lost the feel of anything but pain. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t smell. I could only feel. I felt pain. I slowly started to feel better. Then I could smell again. I could hear again. I could see again.

I looked down at myself. I was naked. I had shoulder length hair, and very small breasts. My waist was trim, and my penis was misshapen. My legs were hairless and toned much like Vanessa’s.

I looked over to see Vanessa passed out on the couch next to me. I thought it was odd to see her and not be her. Then a weariness over took me, and I passed out too.

I woke up on a couch with a blonde girl taking care of me. As my eyes opened she pulled her hand back like I was venomous. She called out for Brian and Burt who came back into the room. Brian introduced her as Alyssa and said she was a friend I could trust, but that she was a bit skittish around hoppers.

They explained that I had been passed out for about a day. They had brought Vanessa home and put her to bed, while Valerie was over there watching her. I felt horrible, so they did the best they could to make me feel comfortable.

Over the next three weeks my body slowly regained its original shape. On the third week Burt took me out to show me how to body hop. He explained more and more about who I was and what I had become.

I took over a fair amount of women in a short time that night. Burt enjoyed teaching me as he watched me become more confident as a body hopper. We went back to Valerie’s apartment that night with me wearing my favorite girl of the night. I had amazing sex with Brian, Burt (in a mount), and even Valerie that night. I felt so refreshed. I had so much pent up sexual frustration from not getting any for so long.

I headed out the next day, as I didn’t feel the need to be a burden to Brian and Valerie anymore. Plus, I knew I could pretty much do whatever I wanted in anybody that I wanted to do it in so I knew it would be no problem to find my own place in an instant.

I took over women left and right. I had more sex in the next two weeks then I had previously had in my life. But it wasn’t enough. I kept wanting more. I would take over a girl in a bar, and have every guy in the bar fuck her right there, and still I couldn’t be satisfied.

None of the other women seemed to fit right, either. I couldn’t get comfortable in their skin, so I never stayed more then a few hours. I thought it was the fact that I didn’t want to get stuck again at first, but then I realized it was something else.

I missed Vanessa.

One day I took over a girl, and after getting railed all morning by her well endowed boyfriend I headed out to see if I could find Vanessa. She wasn’t in the small apartment I had rented as her.

I tried back at Scott’s house thinking maybe she went back to him, but I didn’t see her there either. I stopped out at Intercorp, pretending to be one of her long lost friends who wanted to catch up, and that was where I learned that she was staying with her cousin. She had a breakdown and kept telling everyone she had lost over two months of her life, and didn’t understand what was happening anymore.

I knew where her cousin lived because I still had almost all of Vanessa’s memories in my head like they were my own.

I quickly made my way across town to where her cousin lived and inquired at the door about Vanessa. The woman at the door smiled at me and asked me to come in, and said that perhaps a long lost friend could help Vanessa out of her current slump.

I was led to a small bedroom where Vanessa was lying in a bed. Her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying for days. She had cut her hair much shorter. Her cousin left us alone in the room to catch up.

“Who are you?” Vanessa asked me.

“A friend.” I replied.

“See, I can’t even remember you. I broke up with my boyfriend. I mean, not that we were perfect, but at least he was something. I got a different job, I can’t remember how to do it. Who does that? I’ll never be happy.” She whined to me.

“You could learn the job, and there are other men out there. Good men.” I told her.

“Who would teach me the job? And find other men? Just finding Scott was hard enough.” She whined some more.

“Valerie could teach you. And Ryan has always had eyes for you.” I said.

“How do you know all of this? Who are you again? You know what, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. I’m done with all of this.” She said with weariness in her voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“I’m sick of all of this. I’m sick of my life.” She said, and then put a weird smile on her face as she said, “I guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you now. I swallowed a whole jar full of pills just a minute or two before you came in here.”

“No you can’t!” I yelled at her.

“Why not? It’s my life!” She said back.

“No! It’s mine too!” I called out as I leaped forward on the bed and grabbed her.

I felt myself leave my host body and begin to flow into Vanessa once more. She didn’t even struggle. She just laid there. Soon I felt her familiar body. It felt so nice. Not just nice, but perfect. It was like coming home from a long trip that you didn’t really want to go on.

I sat up in the bed, and pushed my previous body off from me, and got out of bed. I checked her memories for how many pills she swallowed and what they were. I leaned over a small garbage can by a desk and jammed a finger down my throat until I felt my gag reflex take over. I kept my finger in until I started to up chuck.

After a few heaves two pills came out. I kept going until I was confident that had gotten every pill out of my stomach. I was just standing up when my cousin came back into the room. She looked at the woman passed out on my bed, and then at me.

“What happened?” She asked me as she tried to understand what was going on.

“Don’t worry about it. I just want you to know that I appreciate you taking care of me, and I’m better now. Thank you so much.” I said and gave her a hug.

“You can’t just be better. Nobody just changes overnight unless something drastic happens. Did something drastic happen?” She asked as she back up and looked at me.

“You could say that. My friend here reminded me that I do have a life, and I want to live it, and suddenly the last two months came back to me just like that. I remember everything now.” I said as I smiled at her.

“Oh that’s great! Is she alright?” My cousin asked me as she looked down at my old passed out mount lying on the bed sleeping.

“It took a lot out of her. I’ll make sure she wakes up and gets headed home soon. Then I’m going to pack up my stuff and get back to my life.” I told her.

That’s what I did. I called packed my stuff into my small car, and headed out to find another small apartment. I called Valerie on Vanessa’s cell phone and asked her if she would still let me have a job at the accounting firm. She asked to meet me at a near by coffee shop, and that pretty much brings me back to the beginning of my story.

I’ve decided to become Vanessa.

Her life might have been worth nothing to her, but to me it’s exactly what I want. I feel bad that I was part of what caused her to want to throw it all away, but I can’t just let her end it. I’ll live her life for both of us from now on.