Chapter #8Possess Mary. by: Seuzz   When you hear Mary go into her room, you go out and knock softly on her door. You've got Joanna's "tearful" face on when Mary tells you to come in.
Mary herself looks torn up, and it only takes one look from you for her to move onto her bed and call you over for a big, sisterly hug. You embrace her and sniff and snuffle into her shoulder while she strokes your hair. Mary has always had a kind of motherly approach: she's very sober and responsible.
When you're done sobbing, you look up at her face: it's a very pretty one, especially when she's smiling. You lean in toward her and, without warning, spray yourself all over it.
You regain consciousness to find yourself on your back with Joanna's dead weight laid across you: before exiting her, you'd taken care to wipe away most of her recent memories and then put her into a deep sleep. Carefully, you pick her up and carry her back into her room, where you lay her on her bed.
Back in Mary's room, you regard your new body in the mirror. Mary is relatively tall and quite slim, with a build accentuated by her "travel" clothes: a skimpy, sleeveless blouse; shorts that drape loosely just above her knee; and light sandals. You turn this way and that as you admire yourself, pulling her long auburn hair away from her oval face. Yes, it's a nice home.
* * * * *
You take a quick shower to wash the grime of the trip off. Your new body tingles all over, and you find yourself lightly pinching your new—and surprisingly sensitive—nipples, and running your slim fingers down Mary's taut stomach and touching the brush of hair between her legs. You are soon nicely aroused, but end the shower before you can take it any further. There will be plenty of time to get acquainted with your new home later.
Afterwards, you put on a sleek cotton dress and pull your hair back in a pony tail. You don't feel comfortable yet trying out any makeup, but Mary looks good without any, and the light air against your exposed skin makes you feel fresh and natural without any. There's a spring in your step as you stride lightly out the door and drive over to Dana's.
It's with a wide smile that you greet the oblivious Dana at the door. She is surprised to see you. "Hey, Ms. Pak," you say warmly. "I was in the neighborhood, feeling a little goofy, and thought I'd stop by to visit. You doing anything?" Dana shakes her head and invites you into the backyard.
You're admiring the trim and tidy landscaping and waiting for Dana to come back with something to drink when Sarah comes out and sits down next to you. She's still in her track clothes, and you guess that she's just got back from practice; you wish you'd gotten out here earlier, before her return, so you could have Dana to yourself for some private talk.
You're surprised when Sarah asks you point blank about what's happened to David; after all, if she even noticed your absence at school, why would she think something had happened to you? "Yeah, well, he hasn't been around in a few days, and we're all kind of worried about him," you say evasively. "I expect he'll turn up, though. He always does. Usually at the oddest times," you can't resist adding. Something in Sarah 's gaze when you say this bothers you—as though you've said too much—and it's with relief that you greet Dana with the lemonade.
"So I guess you came back early when you heard about David," Dana says.
You're almost as surprised by Dana's allusion to yourself as you were by Sarah's. "Mm-hmm," you say as you drink. "Like I told Sarah, though, I'm sure he'll turn up."
The two girls exchange a glance. Then Dana leans forward. "Are you feeling like yourself, Mary," she gently but pointedly asks.
"Of course. Why shouldn't I?" You'd be happy to tell Dana who you are, but with Sarah sitting there you have to keep up the pretence.
"Because this isn't like you," Dana says. "You're not one to just drop by and hang out with me. It's like you've got something—or someone—on your mind."
You guess that Dana is trying to hint that she knows you're inside your sister. But why is she hinting so broadly in front of Sarah? "I'll tell you about it later," you say.
Dana winces, and Sarah rolls her eyes. "Oh, Jesus," Sarah says. "It really is him, isn't it?"
Dana makes a face, then looks up toward the sky. "David, if you can hear me," she says, as though invoking a spirit, "give us a sign. Though it's not like we can't guess where you are right now."
You feel your eyes goggle a bit. What are you supposed to say to that? "Ummm ..."
"It's alright," says Dana. "I told Sarah all about what happened." She at least has the grace to turn a little pink. "It just kind of slipped out," she mutters.
You stare back and forth between the two sisters, open-mouthed. Then you sag. "Am I really doing such a piss-poor job of pretending to be Mary?"
Dana sucks on her cheeks and gives you a look. "Well, it is kind of out of character for you—for her—to just come over. It's not like we hang out."
"That's one reason I picked Mary," you say. "I thought you'd like hanging out with her."
Now it's Dana's turn to look surprised and a little ghastly. She stutters. You finally have to interrupt her when it becomes too awkward to endure. "Wouldn't you be happy to have Mary as a friend?"
"Well, yeah, I guess, if you put it like that," says Dana hurriedly. "But, I mean, I'd be happy to be your friend no matter who you ... um ... moved into."
"So what's wrong with Mary?"
Sarah fairly shouts. "David, it's your sister! Isn't it, like, really wrong to be inside her?"
Well, yeah, you guess so, if Sarah is going to put it like that.
"I was really afraid you were going to try something like this," says Dana, "when you asked me to take you back to your own house."
"Well, at least I'm still part of my family," you say. You're starting to get angry; this isn't at all the way you'd hoped things would go.
"It still pegs the 'squick' meter," mutters Sarah. "Did you go in to her through her—"
"I went in through her mouth! Okay?" Your head feels like it's slowly spinning. "Jesus, where did you get a thought like ... Um ..." You remember how you possessed Joanna, and stop. You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"What about Sam?" Dana asks, pointedly ignoring what has just been the subject of the conversation.
"Sam? What about Sam? Sam who?" You're definitely feeling flustered.
"Mary's boyfriend," she replies quietly.
You open your mouth to reply, then leave it hanging open as the question hits you full force. Yes, Sam Baxter is Mary's boyfriend. And he's a class-A jerk, in your book.
"You don't even like him," Dana says, as though that thought wouldn't have occurred to you.
You're about to say something cutting and perverse, like "Maybe I will now" or "Maybe I'll dump his fucking ass on the curb" but it all suddenly seems so futile. You sag. "You know, we wouldn't be having this conversation if Mary's name were Martin, and she were my older brother," is all you can say, weakly.
"Well, she isn't, and we are," Dana sighs.
You grimace and pointedly stare off in another direction. You've only enough presence of mind to notice that you've crossed your arms and legs; it's the "fuck you, fuck you all" gesture you've seen Mary pull way too often when she's not getting her way.
Stiffly, you unbend yourself and try to make nice. "Okay, so you're not a fan of the 'Mary' idea. Do you have an idea?" You don't mean it to sound like a challenge, but it comes out that way, and you brace yourself for an sarcastic comeback.
Instead, though, Dana just says, quietly, "How about my cousin, Kaylee?"
"Who?"
"My cousin. I thought about it after you left. She's pretty. She's cool. She's nineteen. She's not over here a lot, but there'd be nothing funny if she started hanging out more." She's picked up enough of your bad mood, though, that she can't resist a sour wisecrack. "Also, she has a cunny and she's Asian, which I guess is a real selling point for you."
You bite back a nasty reply of your own; her remark has actually hurt you, because it contains more than an element of truth. Leaving aside the question of whether Dana is serious with her suggestion, it does sound like a reasonable idea.
You can go along with it. Or you can put off a decision and see if something—or someone—else turns up. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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