"Fuck man, I know Janice and Mr. Warnicke will still be around come next week, they can help me out then. I NEED to get my own taste of Mia Hart," Travis said with an evil grin. He knew he had a task at hand, but a little leisure time exploring the possibilities of the IAP Suit wouldn't hurt anybody, right? Travis watched from above as Mia made her way from the school's track and into the girl's locker room; he followed close behind, forever thankful that his astral form was invisible to the human eye. He watched as Mia headed for her locker, and allowed her to start putting in her code to open it up; after all, he wouldn't be able to do so once he possessed her. In the mean time, he made his way through the rows of lockers to make sure she was alone in there, and sure enough she was.
"Thank god this bitch stays so late for Track, otherwise this could be a lot more difficult" he thought to himself. He waited around and acted upon his urges when he heard the click of the lock unlocking.
"It's go time."
Travis flew back to the row where Mia was standing, giving her time to pull her backpack and car keys out of the locker. He approached her from behind and raised his hand in front of his astral form, plunging it into her back. Mia immediately locked up, dropping her bag and keys.
"Hey! HEY! Somebody! Help!!" Mia screamed in fear, but to no avail. Travis reached his other hand up and plunged it into her neck, silencing her vocal cords. Mia tried and tried with all her might, tears streaming down her face and veins popping out her neck, but not a sound to be heard. Travis lifted her up off the ground and brought her to the back row of lockers, just to be extra cautious in the event a janitor or someone walked in. Mia continued to try and scream, only leading to greater entertainment for Travis.
"God you really don't get it do you? I'm in control now, and this is just the beginning!" Travis said rather maniacally. "You're such a fucking bitch Mia, and somebody's gotta take you down a notch, and that somebody is me!"
Just then, Travis' heart sunk when he heard a reply; it was Mia, only he could hear her voice in his head. With Travis' astral presence slowly seeping its way into Mia's body, it was as though he was also growing closer to her soul.
"Who are you??" she asked frantically. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want! Whatever you want, I promise! Just please stop whatever this is you're doing to me" she begged.
"Oh you poor soul" Travis replied, "you are what I want."
"No, ple..." was all she could muster before Travis asserted his soulful dominance.
"Don't try and fight it, you're in good hands, I promise."
Mia's voice in his head grew weaker and weaker, screams becoming even more muffled as he dug himself deeper into her. He repositioned his arm from the middle of her back and moved it to match her right arm, almost like pulling it through a sweater, sliding his fingers into hers like a glove. He did the same with his left arm and followed it with climbing his lower body to merge with hers. Though his legs were larger than hers, his astral form melted in, merging himself with Mia's body like a perfectly tailored pair of pants. Last was to take over her consciousness; he slowly brought his head forward and all went dark.
After a few moments light returned to his eyes and Travis could feel himself laying on a cool concrete floor. He began to pick himself up only to be greeted by strands of long, luscious brown har entering his field of vision. He raised up his right hand to brush them out of the way, only to surprise himself with his now feminine, well-manicured hands. He raised both of them up and extended his arms in front of him, slowly opening and closing his fists, observing the new mechanisms of his host body. He ran his hands up and down his arms, indulging in the new sensations of his soft and hairless skin.
"Wow I co-- wait is this my voice! I sound so weird now!" Travis said aloud, quite obviously intrigued by Mia's voice coming out when he spoke. "I mean *ahem* I'm Mia Hart, North Jefferson High's beloved pride of Track and Field hehe" as he let out a flirty giggle. "Wow Mia, can I just say you really do a great job of keeping this body in tip-top shape" he said while looking down past her supple breasts, focusing on Mia's flat, toned stomach. "I'm glad you're such a great sport about this, because trust me, this is just the beginning. There's a lot more to be done here."
"HEY!" which caused Travis to jump. "The locker rooms are closing, grab your stuff, and get out!" yelled the janitor.
"Oh I'm sorry.. I was practicing hard for the 200M today and lost track of time." Travis replied, trying to do his best Mia impression.
"Oh, it's you Mia! Sorry for the outburst, there's been some kids loitering around here lately, probably dealing dope you know?" the janitor explained.
"Oh believe me, I know! You know that junior Brad Faulkner? He deals to everyone!" Travis told the janitor. Brad wasn't a drug dealer, but Travis fucking hated him so he figured now would be a great time to set him up. After all, all the faculty on the campus would believe Mia Hart, who would believe Travis Brown?
"Really now? I'll be sure to have a talk with Mr. Pederson about that."
"Thank you sir! We don't need students like Brad polluting North Jefferson. Anyway, I'm going to get out of here, my parents are probably worried sick," Travis lied.
"Yes of course Ms. Hart, have a great weekend!"
Travis collected Mia's--better yet, his-- belongings and headed out to the school parking lot. Along the way he couldn't help but observe the new way he walked. It was strange, because he didn't walk like this normally, but it was almost as though Mia's body could only walk one, specific way. His hips swayed more, almost like a model's strut down the runway, but he didn't try to fight it; he wanted to learn every little mannerism there was to Mia Hart. Soon he reached her car, threw his stuff inside and got in.
"Whew, that was actually close, thank god I wasn't doing anything like this when he walked in," he sneered while finally taking the opportunity to grope Mia's boobs. He reached a hand down the front of his sports bra, allowing a soft moan to escape his new tender lips as he caressed her supple B-cup breasts, with the pleasure only intensifying as he focused on playing with her nipples. Each pinch and twist sent miniature waves of ecstasy coursing through his body, leading to moisture building up between his legs.
"No wonder girls love when guys play with their tits! God I just want somebody to suck them" Travis said aloud in the privacy of his new car. "I need to get to this chick's house and cum already, and then maybe a second time too. And a third," he giggled, acknowledging the fact that his now feminine body could handle multiple orgasms. "Oh and shower too, I could really use one."
His excitement was reaching peak levels and he needed to get to Mia's house ASAP. Luckily Mia had an iPhone with the touch ID and Hey Siri functions activated. Travis opened the phone and asked Siri to get him home. The directions said he was about 20 minutes away, but Travis was determined to make it in 10.
"I'm sorry Siri, but I need to see this bitch's body naked, it's gonna have to be quicker than 20 minutes" he said to the phone, admittedly sounding a bit weird with Mia's voice. Sure enough, Travis' lead foot got him back in under 10. He grabbed her backpack from the back and burst through the door, bolting for the stairs, assuming that her room would be up there.
"Hey sweetie! How was school?" her dad asked.
"It was great, I got really sweaty at practice today so I'm gonna take a quick shower and be right back down for dinner!"
"Alrighty angel, sounds good" her dad said. You could already tell this dude was going to tell a lot of bad "dad jokes."
Travis made his way into her bedroom, being careful to close the door behind him.
"Ohohoh here we are, the moment of truth..." he said, still adjusting to the sound of Mia's voice coming out when he spoke.
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