This choice: You possess the woman and kick the drunk man's ass • Go Back...Chapter #4You possess the woman and kick the drunk man... by: Clockworange   Floating in the alleyway, invisible to the young woman and the drunkard, you realise that nobody is coming to help. It's too dark for anyone to notice this young woman, struggling to free herself of the larger man's grip. To prevent her from screaming, his mitts are clutched around her neck as he forces her to the ground. Whatever might help her get away is inside her purse, but it is beyond her reach.
You decide to fly toward the drunkard, hoping to tackle him much like you did with the motorbike several hours ago. Perhaps you can knock him off guard long enough for the woman to escape. You ready yourself and direct your spiritual energy as hard as you can at him.
Suddenly, the man lurches! He drags the young woman away from the wall...
... And right into your flight path!
You expect to send the young woman flying, but instead all you see is red. Her red, strappy dress envelops your vision until everything fades to black.
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The first thing you feel after coming around again is the sharp pain in your head. Your heart is beating like crazy. You find it difficult to breathe. A hand is wrapped tightly around your throat.
"Get on your knees, bitch." The drunkard slurs, and looking through her eyes you know he's talking to you now. You somehow possessed the young woman in the red dress and heels by accident. This isn't what you wanted at all. You smell the man's booze-addled breath, it's hot and putrid and would make you gag if you could breathe.
Your knees fold onto the ground as his grip tightens, looming over you like a giant. You know you don't have much time before you pass out. And if that happens, you don't even want to think about what this man might do to her. Do to you, at the moment.
But while this young woman's arms and upper body aren't as strong as your own, you recall all the years you spent doing martial arts. As a blackbelt, you know every technique to subdue someone much bigger than you, to analyze their weaknesses and use them against them. Your girlfriend's father manages a dojo, and enrolling in his courses helped you bond with the man you had hoped to make your future father-in-law. Karate, kung fu, taikwondo: tools in the self-defense arsenal you refined and mastered with time.
This man's weakness, you discover, is his balance. The man is inebriated and his depth perception is poor, especially in this dark alley. With all of this woman's might, you sweep your leg out and connect with the man's foot. He tumbles to the ground violently, letting go of your neck in surprise. You stand up and gasp a big breath of air, feeling your chest heave as the stars in your vision slowly fade away.
You don't have much time, however, as the man cusses loudly and places his palms on the ground. You grab the first thing within reach -- a trash can lid -- by the handle and bash it over the man's head. There's a dull clanging sound... he's sprawled out belly-up on the ground wheezing.
While he is simply dazed before, that knock seems to make him even angrier. In a storm of rage, he springs up and charges straight for you. Like a judoka, you upset his balance and use his own force against him, flipping him into another set of trash cans. He slams into a pile of rubbish, finding himself face down on the ground this time.
"Leave this woman alone, or I'm calling the police!" You shout in her voice, which doesn't come out as harsh as you'd hoped. But it seems to work anyway, as the drunkard looks at you with fright and hobbls away, wincing softly as he escapes. You didn't want a creep like that to get away. He deserves much worse than what he got, but with a body like the one you have now he would have overpowered you eventually.
Rocking unsteadily in this woman's heels, you stagger over to her overturned purse and put its contents back inside before slinging it over your shoulder. This woman's heart is still beating rapidly, and her adrenaline is on overdrive. It took all of your self-discipline to remember your training and defend yourself against the drunkard. But with him gone now, her hormones let loose like a floodgate. The shock sets in: You slump down against the wall of the alley, bawling your eyes out.
You find yourself whimpering for more than one reason. The loss of your own body -- your girlfriend, your family, your job, your life -- comes welling up along with the hot tears streaming down this woman's face. You take off this woman's glasses and set them aside, rubbing your eyes with a hairless arm. Her vision isn't terrible, but you've never had to wear glasses before and without them everything is blurrier than before.
After a few minutes, you sniffle and stand back up. Smoothing out your dress, you shiver in the nighttime, coastal breeze. Thankfully, this woman's hair is tied in a ponytail which didn't get in your way while fighting the drunkard. Still, you feel it pulling against the back of your head as you adjust the scrunchie keeping it secured.
You take stock of your current female body. Besides its smallness, you feel your weight totally shifted around. While her boobs are pert and decently sized (maybe a C-cup), they throw off your center of gravity and strain your back a little. You feel bra straps digging into your shoulders, which you adjust before roving your hands down your new waist and hips. Your fingernails are painted red just like her dress and heels, as red must be her favourite colour.
As suggested already, the dress is a stretchy, light piece that extends down to the middle thigh. Sardonically, you find yourself wishing it were longer, or wishing this young woman had worn a pair of jeans or something less overtly feminine. Wondering where she came from, you guess she might have just gotten off work. She doesn't look like a streetwalker, and nothing in her purse looks out of the ordinary (based on what you know from your girlfriend, anyway). You want to take off this woman's heels, which are pinching your toes and are altogether shitty to walk around in, but refrain from doing so.
Running your hands lower, you feel in between your legs and find... nothing there. Just her underwear beneath the dress. If it isn't perfectly clear that you're a woman with all of the parts a woman should have and none that a man should have, it's pretty evident now. Below her dress her thighs are smooth and hairless. Her pale legs lack the strength and muscle definition that yours had.
Looking through her purse once more, you find a driver's license with her name and address. Along with her smiling face.
Emily Lynn Snyder. That's this young woman's name. That's who you are at the moment. Blue eyes, brown hair. Five feet, two inches tall. One hundred and five pounds. Sex: Female. Twenty four years old... a few years older than you, but still in the flower of her youth.
You discover a set of car keys and realise you have a few options at present. You could drive to this woman's home, get changed into something more comfortable, and use her to somehow get revenge on your bodysnatcher. It would mean effectively stealing her body, but in this case the ends justify the means, don't they? Once you get your own life back, then you can return Emily to normal as well.
On the other hand, you could try to phase out of this woman's body and return it back to her. Though you have been a ghost for only a few hours, and you don't know how all the rules work, you figure it might be possible to hop from body to body. And especially if you want to pursue the revenge angle, wouldn't it make more sense to steal a powerful, manly body instead?
A third option would be to simply live this young woman's life from now on. You could become Emily Snyder permanently. She's pretty, even if she's slightly older than you, and presumably has a decent life judging from her possessions. And if you're never getting back your own body and life, becoming her is a better option than remaining a lifeless soul forever, isn't it?
It's getting late... what do you decide to do?
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