This choice: Dress yourself and go downstairs • Go Back...Chapter #6Dress yourself and go downstairs by: Unknown *
You pick out a pink tank top and black miniskirt from a chest of drawers. They were slutty, but you certainly wouldn't mind. You pull the top firmly over your torso and step into the skirt, dragging it upwards and zipping it up over the bottom of the top, which holds it in place.
Much more comfortable with the outfit than before. You were satisfied to run your left hand down your silky hair and enjoy the coolness against your fingertips. You twist your body in the mirror to briefly marvel at your curvy bum shaping the snug-fitting skirt.
Your hand continues down the zip of your skirt and below, across your skeleton thin leg. You reach your foot, give it a brief tickle and work your way up again. You feel no bristles, as if Aelita had shaved only recently. The smoothness and the dryness of your leg amaze you and you can't help but drive your hand further up your thigh, into the skirt, pulling it up and once again revealing her pink panties. You let the skirt flop back down as your hand continues its adventure up your flat tummy, passing over your navel and approaching your bra.
You pull your hand away.
Aware of how your new body handled the weight of your boobs, you carefully descend the stairs, turning your feet sideways as you tread down her steep, narrow staircase.
You reach the ground floor and strut your way to the couch where Samuel's body had one been.
It's gone... missing...
Your own body was missing. What if a ghost was inside, embarrassing you... even Aelita could make a mess if somehow she was caught up in your body.
But then it hits you. You're used to this body, you don't care what happened to your own one or to anyone else at all.
No. That's not true.
You panic. You need to find your body and resolve this.
You open the door and call out, "Samuel!"
No response.
What the hell.
You charge out, determined. Aelita's neighbour storms over to you.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?! You're not allowed to see Samuel anymore, my husband said it would be bad for your heart."
Frustration. Stupid cow. You try to possess her, change her memories.
Panic sets in as the twentysomething fitness fanatic advances on you.
Drool flows from your mouth, continuing down your chin as you focus.
She reaches her hand out towards you and, terrified, you lunge forward and snog her, forcing drool down the angry woman's throat as you wrap your legs around her waist.
Losing control you thrust out your hand firmly onto Aelita's breast and push against her tit, forcing her legs off of your newer, hotter body.
Just as you are about to enjoy the body of your new host, you notice Aelita lying motionless on the street her bra and panties showing through her clothes, the door to her house wide open.
Too motionless.
You check Aelita's pulse out of curiosity. Nothing. It's dead. She's dead.
Aelita's dead.
You try to think but an overwhelming voice in your head compels you to take her back into her own home.
You leave her on the couch, no longer worried about Samuel, your old image.
Your mind clears and the goal is clear. This woman knows something. You had to try and get it out of her. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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