You make the decision, after short deliberation, that if you can be anyone, why not be the biggest person in the room? Still, you think it's a little wrong what you're about to do. Christine's just a kid, after all. But you brush those thoughts away because even if it may be a little odd or immoral, it'll be worth it in the end. As you wait, you notice Christine look up at you and, taking control of Andrew, decide to put everything into action.
"Dad? Are you okay?" she asks as she notices a discomfort in your face.
"Yeah, I'm fine sweetie." you reply, "It's just something I ate, I think. Just daddy's acid reflux, don't worry."
Christine nods but doesn't seem convinced as you still have the fake discomfort on your face. You wobble over to a more secluded part of the building near where you are and she follows. You stumble to the ground (and thankfully nobody seems to even bother to notice you) and stay there, on your hands and news, looking like you're about to throw up. Christine gets close to you and leans down.
"Daddy, you really don't look good." she says.
You stop with the dry heaves, look up at her and smile. "No, it's alright hon. I'm fine. It was just a little bit of indigestion, I guess." you look her square in her concerned face and steel yourself up for what you're about to do. "Don't worry, Daddy's fi--"
Before you finish, however, you vomit. Not the contents of your stomach, however, but yourself. Your blue, gooey form launches itself out of Andrew's mouth and right on to Christine's face. Before she has a chance to shriek in surprise, however, you force yourself into her mouth. You want this done as quickly and quietly as possible, after all. Her body is rocked by spasms, jerking this way and that like some kind of malfunctioning robot. Thankfully, the concertgoers are too entranced by Haley's performance to notice. Her eyes role back in her head... and then everything stops. There's a heavy breathing sound coming from your mouth and you see Andrew Chamberlain, lying on the ground unconscious. The first part of your plan worked: you're now Christine Chamberlain.
You catch sight of a cute pink shirt (and can feel the training bra straps underneath it). You bring strands of shoulder-length blonde hair into your vision. You move your hands and say "Testing. Testing.", trying out your new voice. You look over to make sure the crowd still hasn't noticed you. They haven't, naturally.
"Perfect." you say, a smirk appearing on your new face that'd look out of place on a tween girl (and especially on sweet Christine).
You notice Andrew begin to stir and kneel down beside him.
"Ugh!" he shakes his head, "Wha--What happened?"
"Oh, daddy!" you reply hugging him. "You weren't feeling good and you came over here and I followed you, but when I did you fell down and then you passed out and I didn't know..." you trail off. You're surprised at how you were talking a mile a minute like that. You suppose that you always have access to the host's memories and traits, just not as readily as if you're dormant.
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You watch the rest of the show, eagerly (almost impatiently) waiting for it to end. When it does, you rush up and show your backstage pass to one of the security guards. He leads you and your dad to Haley's dressing room and you can hear him talking to the guard, telling him that it was Christine's birthday a couple of weeks ago and she was so excited for this and... whatever, you really don't care. The guard knocks on the door and you're greeted by a cute, 16-year-old girl with long, staight brown hair. She invites you in (leaving Andrew to continue jawing with the guard) and closes the door.
Haley begins to ask how you are but you waste no time, vomiting yourself onto her and basically repeating what you did with Christine. Soon, you're inside pop megastar Haley Solomon and decide to go docile, letting her hold a smallish conversation with Christine before she has to go. An hour or so later, you're in Haley's swanky hotel room and, telling her assistants to leave her alone for the night, in complete privacy. You emerge from inside her, now in complete control. This is gonna be incredible, you realize.
A thought occurs to you, however. What if you talked to Dana and Caleb? Told them what happened and where you were? WHO you were? They would have relief in knowing you were safe and with Haley's popularity, you could help boost their's as well for the next few days while she's "in town".
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