I don't want her to catch me out here peeping through the keyhole, and if I can't hit her, I feel like I'd waste it somehow...
You think to yourself, as you crouch outside the bathroom door, the muted sound of the shower running is all you hear.
You decide to wait in her room instead, so you tiptoe quietly down the hall towards her room, letting yourself in.
It was a plain enough room for someone like her. Her desk was covered in textbooks and papers, her laptop closed shut nearby, her bed was neatly folded, her full size mirror only showing off how creepy you looked snooping in her room.
You head to her closet and close yourself inside, door opened a tiny bit to get a good view if she returns.
So, you waited. Luckily, you had your phone on you, so you browsed some web forums and twitter while you waited.
Soon, you heard her door open.
"Huh...thought I left it open...whatever." You heard her say.
You hold your breath as you peak through your vantage point.
There she was, towel wrapped around her chest, long blonde hair going down on her back, already drying from a potential hairdryer usage in the bathroom. The cleavage you could glimpse was incredible, her D-cup breasts absolutely were asserting themselves through the towel.
She walks over to her dresser by her mirror and pulls out a frilly blue bra with matching panties, and you avert your eyes as she drops the towel, blushing furiously.
After a minute you peek again, as she was now clothed in a gray sweater and sweatpants, with black ankle socks, hair done up in her signature ponytail. She was sat at her desk, typing away at her PC.
Seeing your chance, you put the blowpipe to your lips, and blow, aiming it straight at nape of her neck.
Your vision immediately blanks out, as you feel something tugging at you from the front, as if yanking your very being forward in space.
Soon, you feel solid again, and your eyes snap open.
Blinking a few times, you see a laptop screen displaying a Google doc of some paper about some business thing you don't quite understand.
"Wait, this is Tracy's...eep! My voice!"
You grab your throat, but stop as you notice your long slender fingers with pink nail polish. Your eyes drift downwards, and you see Tracy's grey sweater and her breasts pushing them up, blocking your view to your legs. As you move your head, you neck is tickled by your ponytail swishing about, and you grab it with your other hand. You slowly turn your head towards the mirror, and sure enough, your eyes meet Tracy's.
Fearfully, you stand up, and wobble towards the mirror, using the wall to support yourself, as with your new-found center of gravity, and your much larger, and heavier, busom ever tugging you forward, you didn't want to risk a fall and potentially wake anyone up.
"It worked! I possessed Tracy! Holy shit..."
You touch your face, stick your tongue out, and swing your arms around, mirror Tracy copying your every move. This thing actually worked...Speaking of...
You bolt towards the closet and open it, your unconscious body slumps out, drool dripping from your body's lips. The blowpipe was safe, still clutched in your own hand.
You reach down and grab it, before walking over and locking Tracy's door.
You wouldn't know how to explain this if someone came by...But here you are, now in Tracy's body, what next?
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