"When is your paper due?" she asks.
"Aaahhh....let's see, in about two hours....I may have to cut my first couple classes to have it done for Holsten's class," you answer, a little confused, "Why?" "Well," your sister begins, "I think I can help you. What if I could make sure Ms. Holsten gave you an A?" "That'd be great," you resond, a bit interested but thinking she is probably just jerking your chain. "And just how are you going to do that?" you ask skeptically.
"Well, take me to school with you...I can posses Ms. Holsetn's body" she claimed. You thought she was nuts. "What?" you ask, trying to contain laughter. "I will go to school with you. Then, I'll use my powers to jump into Ms. Holsten's body and give you an A on your essay, no matter how crappy it is, and she'll think she did it herself, how does that sound?" she asks, knowing you don't believe her.
"Sounds like you're losing it, sis," you respond. She crosses her little arms over her chest,"You don't believe me, do you?" she demands. "What was your first clue?" you replied.
She sighs, "All right, big brother, come with me," she says as she walks away. Weirded out and mildly interested, you get up from your fruitless essay writing and follow her down the hall. The two of you walk into the kitchen and see your mom eating breakfast. She looks up from the morning paper at the two if you, "Oh hi guys...Tim why aren't you ready for school? Don't even think you're cutting class again," she says sternley.
Your sister walks up and sits on your mother's lap at he breakfast table. Looking at you and smiling a bit, she says, "I'm ready Mommy; I'm alway ready for school on time." Your mom smiles and pats her on the head, "I know you are honey, but we need to worry about Tim a little; he needs to get his grades up." "Well, I'm gonna help him with that," she says. "Oooh you are?" your mom says, humoring her a little. "Yeah," she answers, "and so are you." With that, you start to see Clare dissappear into your mother. Like a ghost or something, she just sinks into her body while your mother starts to struggle and grunt. "What the hel...." she starts, and her body starts to convulse and shake was Clare dissappears into it. Suddenly, her head drops down and she appears to reboot. She lifts her head and looks at you. Standing up, she moves your mother's hands up and down her body, over the full and wide hips, around the bubble butt and hourglass waist. She cups her boobs and watches them rise and fall. "Now do you believe me?" she asks.
"Uh huh," you say, unable to muster more than that.
"I'll drive to school, ask to see your teacher about your grades, then posses her. Let's go," she demands.
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