"Okay so how do I do this?" Angelina asked, when she was holding the blowpipe in her hand again (her mother's hand rather). She just stood there at the bizarre sight of her own empty 'shell' seated on the couch. "That's weird!" she remarked, frowning a little.
"Just do whatever you did before. Fire the damn thing I suppose!" you grumbled a response, keenly watching from the sidelines.
"Yeah... I think it was just like using a peashooter" your sister said, one of her now older, manicured hands on her "borrowed" womanly figure. "Best peashooter ever though." she then chuckled. "I mean did you ever come across anything that allows you to enter and take over another person's body??" Angelina kept on yammering, even though she could see you were getting impatient.
"Just get it done!" you sighed, pressuring her a little.
"Take a chill pill bro!" Angelina smirked. Then she lifted the blowpipe up to her (your mother's) lips and inhaled as if to use it again. She felt the same strange sensation as before, as it her life essense was being sucked out of her body... or in this case her mother's body. And again... as if on auto... the blowpipe fired your sister's 'spirit out of your mom's body and into...
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