This choice: Take someone here at the concert • Go Back... Going from Andrew directly into a much younger host probably wouldn't look good for him if someone caught you in the act, so as Haley begins the next song you make sure to keep an eye out for adult hosts you could get yourself inside. Finally your eyes rest upon a petite brunette woman with two young blonde girls, undoubtedly their mother. Gently tugging Christine along as you shuffle towards them, under the pretense of getting a better view. Luckily Christine is too engrossed in the concert to care much about what exactly you're doing. You tap the woman on the shoulder once you're close enough to her.
She's small, so when she turns you have to reach down to seize her by the hair. When she shrieks you cover her mouth with yours and vomit into it. It isn't bile that spews onto her, however, but your real body, and she begins to spasm as you hurriedly pump yourself down her throat. Then darkness overcomes you. When you open your eyes you're swaying unsteadily, the two girls in front of you none the wiser. Regaining your balance, you glance down to see Andrew passed out on the ground behind you. Apparently everyone around you was so engrossed in the concert they didn't even care. You're tempted to let him wake up on his own and ignore him, but your better nature quickly convinces you otherwise -you are, after all, the one who put him in that position.
"Sir?" you call, kneeling so you can lightly slap his face. "Sir, are you alright?"
"Ugh, what happened?" Andrew groans, his eyes fluttering open.
"You seemed to have passed out. I only just noticed it. Are you feeling alright? Are you light-headed at all?"
"Yes, I... I think I am."
"Maybe you should find someplace to sit down, sir." He nods at your suggestion, and grunts as you help him to his feet.
"Maybe I should. Thank you." He takes his daughter's hand and waddles away, leaving your host and her two daughters -Monique and Angelique, her mind tells you- to enjoy the concert. You, of course, sink down inside her mind so she can take over for you, and remain there for the rest of the night while you get acquainted with it. By the time her husband kisses her awake in the morning, you have totally mastered the personality of Dominique Travers. You surface inside of her mind, taking control of her body and giggling for her as you kiss your husband back. Then you get ready to start her day.
Aside from the fun you have playing with your new feminine parts in the shower -and you do have fun with them- Saturday is a fairly boring day. Dom had her children early into her twenties and so has retained her youthful vigor as she watched her daughters grow older. She also has kept herself in good shape for being a housewife, so the joy you take in performing her Saturday routine of cleaning the house is more about being an attractive woman performing the chores, rather than the chores themselves. The fact that this beautiful body is entirely yours to puppet and her delightful personality is entirely a thing for you to control are an endless source of joy throughout the day. It also affords you plenty of time to think, as your husband Logan is at work and your daughters are doing homework or watching TV. Monique, your eldest daughter, is a freshman at your -that is, David's- school, and the girlfriend of Jonathan Straussler, basketball player and rich kid. If you wanted to slip back into Eastman, she would be a great way to do it.
After dinner you find yourself on the couch in front of the television; Angelique's head rests snugly in your lap as she snores softly. Monique is up in her room finishing her homework (or so the Dominique part of you hopes) and Mr. Travers is in your shared bedroom, likely reading or watching sports on his laptop. You look down at the child on your legs and brush blonde tresses from her angelic face. The two girls clearly take after their mother in the looks department, and while Monique is already beginning to bloom with the onset of puberty and becoming more lovely by the week, Angelique remains a bud. Where there is beauty in Monique's youthful form, there is cuteness in Angelique's.
You open your mouth and let a thin stream of goo creep down towards the girl like saliva, careful not to drip at all; you'd planned to go straight from Monique's mother to her, but using her kid sister to get to her might be an even better method. Your goo slowly descends into her open mouth, onto her tongue, and down your throat. As you gently pump your goo further and further inside Angelique, she twitches.
Then, she snorts, and her jaws close. Her teeth bite all the way through your gooey body.
Panicked, you quickly suck up the extra goo and stare, wide-eyed at the girl. You, of course, are still inside Dominique and remain in full control of her mind and body. But you have lost touch with the part of you that you had put inside Angelique.
Your mind reels in panic. Your body has been severed, and you've lost part of it inside another human host. If Angelique wakes, what will you say? Is the part of you that dropped into her just going to dissolve? Or -your breath hitches at the thought- will it form a new person, possessing Angelique's body? Will it think that it is "David Johnson"? Or will something else happen?
The fears flash through your head in an instant, piling upon each other, making you dizzy. The dizziness intensifies, and for a few moments you think you are going to pass out. With a mighty effort, you take a deep, ragged sigh and try to clear your head. Even as you do this, though, you are horrified to see that Angelique's is coming out of her sleep with a sigh of her own. A shudder passes through her body and a spasm over her face. Then her eyes focus on your face—
—and you find yourself staring into Dominique's terrified eyes, even as you stare into Angelique's. You feel the soft skin under your head, and simultaneously you feel the small head resting on your legs. You brush the side of Angelique's face; you feel both the kind, tender touch of Dominique's hand and the yielding baby fat of Angelique's cheeks.
Two bodies share a single gasp. You are inside Dominique Travers and also inside Angelique!
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You stay like this for what feels like hours, gazing at yourselves. The television remains turned on, but you ignore it. Your control of Dominique and her mind are undiminished, but your hold on Angelique feels more uncertain. Is it? You close Dominique's eyes and concentrate on Angelique. No, you are able to move her limbs easily and naturally enough, you realize as you sit her up next to her mother; you're just confused by having two bodies is all. You do a little thinking, a little probing: yes, there are Angelique's memories, difficult to grasp, just as it is any time you move into a new body, though easier than it was with her mother (you presume because the girl was asleep when you possessed her). You open Dominique's eyes again, and the sense of dizziness returns as an odd sense of three-dimensionality engulfs you. It is very hard to run two bodies simultaneously, but in principle there seems no reason why you couldn't do it.
Getting the hang of manipulating two separate humans proves to be an immense challenge, however. Often times you lose track of what limb belongs to whom and which body is feeling what; having two different fields of vision proves confusing, so you have to keep both sets of eyes closed while you run through exercises for a long while; the feeling of making physical contact with yourself -of having the feeling that you're touching yourself while simultaneously knowing that it is another person- is both intoxicating and confusing. It's not until the idea of treating your bodies as two parts of a greater whole that you begin to make real progress. After all, you have no trouble moving your left and right hands. Only when you are confident you're able to move your bodies separately do you finally try to practice speaking:
"Let's not tell daddy about this, okay Angel?"
"How come, momma?"
"Because I want it to be our little secret. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"'Kay!"
"Good girl. Now, bedtime for you. We have a big day tomorrow and I want you to be ready for it."
Satisfied with your ability to say the right words through the right mouth, you skip Angelique up to her room and nestle in between her sheets. You're still unsteady on her feet, but you hope after you fully immerse yourself in her mind things will be easier to imitate them as independent entities going forward.
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