Travis wanted to make sure this went as smoothly and quietly as possible, so shooting himself down her throat seemed like the best bet, as perhaps then he would be able to muffle her vocal cords in the process. He'd never possessed anyone before, creating many nerves to arise.
"Wow.. okay.. so is this kinda like how I imagine? Just fly into her? Shit, what if it doesn't work.. man this is probably still some fucked up dream, no way I'm about to become Vanessa... I mean, whatever though, let's see what happens.."
With that brief inner monologue Travis prepared to become the beautiful and popular Vanessa Marquez. He watched as she weaved back and forth between her bedroom and bathroom, obviously still finishing up before the party.
"Ah the make up, I like it Vanessa.." he snickered to himself, " it's go time"
This time he followed her into her bedroom and waited for her to fixate her attention on something; all he needed was a split second. She dug around a drawer, turned on her TV, and closed her bedroom window, never really giving Travis the pause he needed. Just then she picked up her phone, the biggest mistake she could have made.
Travis floated right up to her, even going so far as waving his hands in front of her face, but drew no response. "This bitch doesn't know what's about to hit her..."
As Vanessa scrolled through her feed she was interrupted by a choking sensation.
"What's happening..?" she gasped, struggling to both breath and speak. Travis wrapped one of his hands around her neck, tight enough to make speaking difficult, but not tight enough to suffocate her. Against her will he propped her head backwards, preparing her mouth for penetration.
"No.. oh my god.. n..." she tried to muster out, before Travis began his entry. He streamlined his spiritual form to fit down her narrow passage, and forced his way down her throat to merge into her. Vanessa's eyes rolled back in her head and her body grew weak as Travis assumed his consciousness into her vessel. She went completely limp and collapsed onto the floor, posing little fight to Travis' assertion. After a few brief moments out cold, Vanessa slowly opened her eyes, only she was no longer Vanessa. Travis was.
"Where the hell... what the hell.. MY VOICE?" he cried. "Holy Shit! It worked!"
He darted himself up and immediately tumbled, thrown off balance by his new anatomy. He collected himself and looked at his new body in the mirror, shocked by the Latina Barbie-doll looking back. He turned his head side-to-side and watched as she did too; he raised his hand and watched as she did too; he placed both hands on her breasts and watched as she did too.
"Wow... I... I don't even know what to say right now.."
Travis continued to scan over his new body, enjoying all the new feminine sensations.
"Hmmm I'd really like to get to know Vanessa more, but I know that people are expecting her to be at the party tonight..."
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