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My name is Jake and I am 9 years old. At least I was before a car hit me a few weeks back. It was my own fault, really, I know that now. I've had a lot of time to think about it since I've been stuck here on the street ever since. Nobody can see me. Heck, I can barely even see myself now that I'm all see-through! "Now that I'm a ghost," I say aloud but no one can even hear me, watching the people drive by on the busy street. Lucky for me I died so close to a shopping center. It makes the days go by faster being able to watch all the different people walking by, running around and shopping. Happy families laughing and joking and stuff. Kinda like I used to do with my family. When I was alive. It's funny. Being around so many people all day long and still feel like the loneliest boy in the entire world. Have I tried calling for help? Well duh! It was like the first thing I did! After the car hit me and I saw myself being taken away in an ambulance, my mom and dad crying on the sidewalk. I kept screaming and screaming but they kept ignoring me, their eyes on the small boy in the stretcher who looked exactly like me. "MOOOOOM! DAAAAD!" I had shouted but it was like I wasn't even there. But when it all calmed down and my parents left to follow the ambulance, I tried to follow too. But I only got so far before I hit an invisible wall! Apparently since I was a ghost now, my soul was trapped in this area. At least that's what my new friend Chester tells me. He's an old homeless man who also became a ghost. He's a homeless ghost! Then again I think all ghosts are really homeless. He's the one that told me I was dead and that I probably wouldn't ever see my family again. He's a real jerk sometimes but he's the only friend I really have, though, he's barely ever around. You see, Chester also showed me something really cool that ghosts can do. We can possess other people! Chester likes to jump into people's bodies and make them do funny things to get me to laugh. Sometimes, he'll become a really pretty lady and start touching his boobs which is hilarious! "Come on, kid," he said to me one day. "You gotta try possessing a body sometimes. It makes this whole living in limbo bullshit somewhat bearable!" But the idea made me feel sick to my stomach, which is weird because I don't have a stomach anymore. "I don't think so, Chester." It was hard to tell him I was also way too scared. Being another person would be super weird! "But how come you don't possess someone and then keep their body forever? Then you'd be alive!" Chester laughed. "Thinking just like a selfish ghost. That's why I like you, kid. The thing is, I tried that, obviously. Doesn't quite work as you'd hope. The living soul still has power over the body so you can really only take someone over for a few hours before your soul gets pushed back out. Trust me, I tried many a times and each time I ended up right back here." "Is that why you're always gone for so long? You're wearing other bodies until you get kicked out?" I asked. He nodded. "Yep. I still gotta get my rocks off somehow, kiddo. You ain't lived until you've been a beautiful woman for a few hours. Playing with a nice warm snatch between your legs." "I don't know what the means," I said, trying to ignore the weird faces Chester was making. "So do they...remember? That you took over their body, I mean?" He shook his head. "Naaah. They don't have a clue. It's a victimless crime, really. That is, unless you actually commit a crime. HAHAHA!" He laughed hysterically for a good five minutes. Chester was a really weird ghost. ---------- But today was the day my whole life changed. I was roaming the sidewalk back and forth like I always do, watching the people leave the shopping center, when I heard a woman say something familiar. It was something something "Westing Terrace" which is the street that I live on! Or lived on. Whatever. I spun around to see two ladies talking. One was really young and pretty and the other was around my mom's age, probably almost 40 or so, and when she turned around I totally recognized her. "Oh man! That lady lives on my street! Ms. Juggs!" Her name wasn't really Ms. Juggs. That's just what the boys in the neighborhood called her. She was also a MILF. I'm not sure what that means but it's what all the older boys say. I ran up to her car and saw her standing and talking with her pretty friend. I jumped around and waved my hands in front of her. "Hey! Over here! Ms. Juggs! It's me, Jake! From the neighborhood!" I knew it was pointless and she wasn't able to see me, but I was so excited to see someone who had ties to my life in the living. "Yeah you'll be eating those words once we get home," Ms. Juggs said to the blonde, who smiled back at her. The blonde kissed her on the cheek and walked around to the driver's side of the car while Ms. Juggs opened the passenger side. "Oh no! Nononononono! They're leaving!" I panicked, pacing back and forth. "What do I do? What do I do?! This is the closest I've ever gotten to anyone I know!" If I had a beating heart it would be bursting out of my chest right now and I'd be sweating bullets. I needed to see my parents. To tell them I was alive. Well, dead but OK. To talk to them one last time somehow! And here was my chance, looking me straight in the face. I looked over towards the bench where Chester always sat and he was of course not there. "Guess I'm on my own," I thought, psyching myself up. "Alright, I've seen Chester do this a hundred times. I can do it." I gathered up all of my courage before charging head first into Ms. Juggs adult body. It was like getting slammed by the invisible wall except instead of pain and confusion I was hit with a huge wave of sensations, like a hundred different senses all kicked in at once. Air was pouring down my lungs again and I kneeled over and grabbed the frame of the door. TOUCH! I was touching the door! I began hyperventilating, my brain almost in a state of shock, and as I was bent over I felt a heavy weight on my chest was pulling me down. "Babe are you alright?" I heard a voice say. But I was still amazed that I was actually touching something with my own two hands again. I could feel the cold steel on my fingers and when I lifted my head I saw that the hand gripping the door was not my own. They were lady hands, for sure, with a bunch of rings all over them. They looked like my mom's hands, a clear polish covering the nails and covered in wrinkles. I brought them close to my face, feeling the heat of my breath against my palms. So many different things were running through my mind at the moment. For starters, I was ALIVE. Me! Jake Tanner was back in the land of the living! But I was also now a girl. A grown up girl! And as I ran my lady fingers over my cheeks I felt how loose my skin was. "Unreal..." That's when I saw the side view mirror of the car was right next to me and I slowly but surely bent towards it, that heaviness on my chest once again weighing me down, and soon I was looking into the eyes of Ms. Juggs herself! Her jaw hung open and her eyes were wide, exactly like mine were at the moment. She looked like she had seen a ghost until I realized that there was one inside of her body: ME! "Babe, are you alright? You're starting to freak me out," the blonde said. I turned my gaze away from the woman looking at me in the mirror to stare at the blonde. "Uhhh... I'm...f-f-fine," I stammered, hearing Ms. Juggs voice leave my lips. My hand shot up and covered my mouth, my finger brushing against my chapped lips. Her chapped lips. Now I was REALLY feeling sick to my stomach, now that I actually had a stomach again, and I could feel Ms. Juggs heart beating a mile-a-minute in my chest. I brought up a hand to touch it and was greeted to a handful of boob. A very, very large boob in a tank top that was resting on MY chest! I felt dizzy and tried to look down passed my boobs and to my feet but the giant breasts were completely blocking my view. I tripped a little, quickly grabbing onto the door again and it was then the blonde came rushing out of the car and to the other side. "What is the matter with you? Are you having another dizzy spell?" she asked, wrapping her arms around me. Our boobs pressed against each other as she held me and as I looked into her eyes I realized just how tall I really was. My eyes darted from the woman, to my chest, and to the street below and I marvelled at my new size. "I'm a grownup," I finally managed to say but it came out as barely a whisper. "That's debatable," the blonde laughed and lifted me up into the car. "Probably why you're dating a woman almost half your age, haha." She wrapped the seat belt around my enormous chest and it was in that moment I felt like a small child again. "Come on, let's get you home. Looks like someone needs to kick back in their PJ's and have some wine." "Wine?" I asked, confused. My eyes were back on my chest again, soaking in all the details. The shirt I was wearing barely held my giant boobs in place and I could see they were covered in light and dark specks all over. "Freckles," I realized, tracing a finger along my skin. The blonde closed the door and walked back over to the driver's side and hopped in. My eyes never left my boobs and I slowly started to squeeze them, not a care in the world that I was being watched. "Keep it up, babe. You're starting to turn me on," the woman said. "If this is some kind of game I am totally on board." My hands left my chest and reached up for the car sun visor above my head and sure enough there was a mirror underneath. I could only see part of my new face in the tiny mirror but as I bent my head back and forth, Ms. Juggs did the same. "Definitely not a game," I said under my breath, tilting up my chin to look up my nose. Ms. Juggs nose. Gosh this is soooooo weird! ---------- During the twenty minute drive I realized that I was starting to freak the blonde woman out so I tried to play it cool. I didn't speak much but I kept my hands at my sides and avoided looking in the mirror. But sometimes my eyes wandered and I made eye contact with the woman looking back at me in the mirror and I couldn't believe that she was ME! I shook my head and turned my attention outside, not wanting to see my new face, and that's when I recognized one of the buildings we were passing. "The old shack," I gasped, my hand covering my mouth. "I know where we are!" One of the scariest things about my death was being stuck in a place I was not familiar with. We were coming home from vacation and stopped at a grocery store we didn't normally go to. It was all because my big sister, Carly, needed to use the bathroom. I remember my dad getting mad and asking her to hold it in because we were only "30 miles from home" but she was whining and saying it was girl problems. If we never stopped there I probably would have never been hit by the car when we left. I wonder if my sister thinks about that. Snapping back to reality, I realized I must be getting excited because Ms. Juggs heart was thumping. It was scary to have a heartbeat again, something beating repeatedly in your chest, after not having one for so many weeks. But that same beating heart felt like it froze completely in a split second as we rounded the corner and my eyes landed on my old house. "Mom...dad...," I thought, reaching my hand and pressing it up against the glass. I could feel a tear trickling down my cheek and as much as I hated crying it felt good to actually have FEELINGS again. So many lonely days trying to cry and nothing coming about because I was a stupid ghost. As we passed my house, my eyes fell on the back of my hand pressed against the window. It was so much bigger than my own hands and so so so much older. No matter how many times I examine this skin, knowing that I really am INSIDE of it, it still doesn't feel real. And it shouldn't. Because this is not the body of a young boy. This is the body of a grown woman... A few minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a big house. I recognized it immediately, seeing as me and my friends would park our bikes outside all the time in hopes of seeing Ms. Juggs jugs. I giggled at this as my eyes drifted down to my boobs. "And here they are." The blonde parked and was soon at my side, helping me out of the car. She lead me into the house and I could barely walk without her help. It felt like I was walking on giant stilts but in reality I was just in a body twice the size of my old one. Everything around me looked so much smaller and even though it wasn't my house, little things like the size of the doorway that we walked through and the kitchen counter we passed to the living room, all things that were so much larger to me than before and now so small. "Let's get you out of these clothes, shall we?" she asked, leading me up the stairs. If walking on the flat floor was tough then trying to walk up the steps with these long legs was almost impossible. Thank God this lady was so nice and helped me all the way. She pushed open a door and into a giant room with a huuuge bed! She sat me down on it and started to take off my shoes, looking me in the eye the whole time. "I kinda like this. Taking care of you and all. Like I'm your sexy little nurse or something." I gulped as she tossed the shoes and started to run her hand up my bare leg. It was the first real time I was seeing them since my boobs weren't in the way and I was shocked at how tiny the shorts were I was wearing. "My mom never wore clothes this small before," I thought, wondering why Ms. Juggs did the same. "Aren't they the same age?" But the biggest shock of all was when the blonde continued to run her hand up my leg and INTO my shorts! Her hand started to swirl around inside my underwear and when I thought she was going to grab ahold of my wiener I was stunned when I felt something completely different! The woman was putting her finger INSIDE of me! I could feel it moving around and I gasped in horror while her finger twisted and turned. "She's impaled me somehow!" I thought and wanted to scream out in pain but realized it didn't even hurt at all. In fact, it felt really good! "You love it when I play with your pussy, don't you?" she asked, licking her lips. I could barely open my eyes it felt so good but I had to take a peek and try to see the cat she was talking about. I was disappointed when I didn't see one and even more disappointed when she pulled her hand out of my shorts. I sat there panting for a few seconds while she stood up. My heart was racing like I'd just ran a mile and I rubbed some sweat off my head. "That's just a taste, lover. Now get out of those clothes and into some PJ's. We're keeping it chillax tonight. Wine and Netflix. That's what you older ladies like to do on a Friday night, right?" The young woman being very playful but it felt so weird to be called an old woman. "Um, yeah. I...uh, love watching Netflix." She was searching through a drawer and picked out some clothes that she threw towards me at the bed. They were super soft and silky pink pajamas. "Put those on," she demanded. "They're my favorite." With that she winked and left me alone in the room. It took me a few minutes to gather myself. I sat at the edge of the bed, shocked as to what I'd just been a part of. One thing was super obvious: I didn't have a penis anymore. I, of course, knew that girl's didn't have one but I never knew exactly what it was they had instead! Standing up on uneasy legs, I started to take off the clothes that Ms. Juggs put on this morning. The shirt was easy enough and so were the pants but soon I was standing in just her bra and underwear and looking down at my half naked body in amazement. "I'm really a grown up woman," I said, walking over to the full body mirror. Looking back at me was Ms. Juggs, once again, and that same look of shock on her face as before. I approached the mirror very slowly and with each step I took, the image became more and more clear. Tanned, wrinkly skin, bags under my eyes, some loose skin hanging under my bare arms, and two of the biggest boobs on the entire planet. Even though Ms. Juggs was old, she was still VERY pretty, and by some strange stroke of luck, I am now wearing her skin like it was my own. I hopped up and down a few times, watching my boobs bounce with me. A few times they almost hit me right in the face! I giggled, pressing them down so I could look at my legs, which I stretched out and wiggled my toes. "Hi there, toes! Hehe. Looks like you're painted too," I noted. Her toenails were bright red and I wondered what was the point of painting them if they are covered by socks and shoes anyway? Girls are weird. "HURRY UP, LOVER!" I heard the blonde call from downstairs. Realizing I was still half naked, I grabbed the pajamas on the bed and started to slip them on. The silky smooth pants slid right up my long legs and they felt really good on my new skin. The top was harder, trying to button it up over my large boobs, and once I got the bottom two button I figured that was good enough. Looking in the mirror, my bra covered boobs were bursting out of the top and I shrugged. "Who cares? That lady likes looking at my boobs anyway." I felt an itch on my crotch and I started to scratch it and was stunned when I felt my missing penis for the first time with my own hands. Rubbing my finger over the pajamas, it felt like a squishy mound stuffed in my undies. It was so strange not having any bulge there and the more I rubbed at it the more my body started to get hot. "I must be getting a fever," I thought, taking a break from rubbing the mound. "I'm all hot and sweaty." I wiped my forehead with my with my long, pink sleeve and whistled. "Whew! I better get down there before that lady freaks out." ---------- I went barreling down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning with my giant boobs bouncing like crazy with every step. Just a few short hours ago I was a young ghost boy with no clue how to get home and now I'm in the sexy grown up body of an older lady! "Bout time you got here," the blonde said. She was laying on the couch in her own pajamas but hers barely covered any of her skin. She held two glasses of what looked like purple Kool-Aid and she handed one to me. "Here you go. Drink up. You've had a long day." I sat down next to her and pulled my legs up on the couch, crossing them pretzel style. It didn't feel as comfortable as it normally did in my own body until I realized it was because I was so much bigger on the couch now! I took the glass from the lady's hand and gulped it down. The liquid stung my mouth and it tasted like crap and I almost spit it out before swallowing it. "GROSS! The Kool-Aid tastes like crud!" I shouted, stunned by how high my voice was. I started rubbing at my tongue with my new fingers, trying to wipe the taste away, while the blonde stared at me in wonder. "Kool-Aid?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips. "How young do you think I am, girl? I know we like to joke about the age difference but damn! Haha." She downed her own drink and crawled closer to me, wrapping an arm around me. I wanted to stop her but her arm felt warm against my neck and it was making my missing penis feel all tingly. "It really does taste like dirt," I said, trying to be serious. She laughed, just inches from my face. "Well that's the last time I pick up cheap wine. Some of us don't make the money that you do, hun." I gulped as she leaned and and put her lips against mine. I tried to pull away but she grabbed my face and started sucking on me! It was like a suction cup on my mouth, pulling on my lips and I wanted to stop her but it felt too good. My eyes were wide up and I could see her twisting her head back and forth while we smooched. That tingly feeling started up again in my undies and it was like the blonde lady knew because soon her hands was all over it, rubbing on the outside of my pajamas like I did earlier. "That feels...good," I admitted, breaking away from her suction lips. "Well duh," she said and I watched as she reached a hand inside my top and grabbed one of my boobs. "God I'm so jealous of your titties. No wonder all the neighborhood boys like hanging around outside." An image flashed in my mind of me and my friends outside, watching Ms. Juggs on a hot summer day, bending over and watering her plants. The thought of her sexy body getting wet from the hose was making my new body feel wet in my pants. As she squeezed my boob harder and harder I felt my whole body go numb from pleasure. She had a power over me I never felt before and my head fell back as she kissed my neck and pinched my nipples and it was at that moment I understood exactly what Chester had been trying to tell me all these weeks. Suddenly I heard a beeping noise and the blonde lady pulled back. "Shit. Perfect fucking timing." She released her grip on me and I felt my whole body ache with disappointment. Like I was on the verge of something really great and it was ripped away at the last minute. "Oh course it's fucking work. Shit, I'm sorry, babe. We're gonna have to pick this up later." I never heard so many curse words in a row, without someone freaking out that they were said in front of me. It made me feel more like the adult I appeared to be and I decided to try it out for myself to see how it felt. "Shit...babe. Why do you need to...fucking go?" The woman didn't even bat an eye. "You know how my job is, babe. I can't make my own hours like you do." I smiled at this, realizing just how perfect a disguise this body really was. She has no idea that inside of her girlfriend's body is the soul of a little kid. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips once again and I felt Ms. Juggs nipples get hard once again. "I'll make it up to you when I get back. I promise." Soon she was out the door leaving me alone in my new skin. ---------- I walked around the kitchen of the large house with a huge smirk on my borrowed face. "This is MY house now," I said, amused. "Mom and dad would be totally jealous. Haha." But as I ran my hand over the cold, kitchen counter, a strange feeling came over me and my head began to hurt. "Ow!" I said, rubbing my head. "What is that?" It felt like a headache but much different. Like there was something inside of my brain trying to push out! I stumbled over to the hallway mirror and leaned up against a mini table. I started into the big, blue eyes of Ms. Juggs but as soon as I made eye contact, the pressure got worse. "It's like there....someone in my....head!" My heart stopped as I realized what was happening. I raised my wrist to my face and looked at the gold watch I was wearing. A few hours had passed since I first possessed this body and I have the feeling that the real owner of this body was ready to come back out. "Shit," I said, then winced, ready to get disciplined for swearing but it never came. "I'm gonna get kicked out of this body soon and back to the shopping center! And I haven't even got to my parents house yet!" With not a moment to lose, I grabbed the nearest pair of shoes that would fit, avoiding the high heels completely, and rushed out the door. The cool air filled my lungs and the sky was turning pink which means it would be dark soon. As I scurried down the sidewalk in the direction of my house, I marvelled at the sight of all the kids my age out playing in the streets. It was about the time parents would start calling us in for the night and I spotted a few of my friends riding around in circles on their bikes. "Hiiiiii Missssss Toooowson," a familiar voice said and I turned my head to see Alex, one of my good friends. He was with my two besties, Conor and Joey, and they all stood smirking on their parked bikes. My heart was beating in my chest and I almost didn't respond until I realized that Ms. Towson was Ms. Juggs real name! "Oh hi, boys. How are you?" I asked politely. I towered over them now, my giant boobs even blocking part of Joey's stupid face, and as scary as it was to be with them looking like this, another part of me felt strong and confident. Alex was checking out my awesome boobs. "Oh nothing much, Ms. Jug-I mean, Ms. Towson. We were just riding our bikes. I got this sweet new tattoo. You wanna see?" Alex was trying to look tough and rolled up his sleeve to show off the temporary tattoo he must have got from a box of Fruit Rollups. "That's very...nice, Alex," I admitted but was barely able to get the words out. Staring at what looked like miniature versions of my friends, friends who I thought I would never see again after the car accident, but were now before me and looking me dead in the eyes like they didn't even really know I was their best buddy Jake. A flood of emotions came over me and I felt like I was going to cry but then the pain in my brain returned and I toppled forward grabbing my skull. "OW. God it's hurts," I screamed, bending over. Conor put an arm on my back. "There there Ms. Jug-I mean, Ms. Towson. I'll take care of you." I swatted his hand away, not in any mood for games. I loved my friends very much but they were being very creepy and I was running out of time. I needed to get to my house and quick before I get kicked out of Ms. Towson's body for good.Shoving past the small boys, I hurried down the street, ignoring all the strange feelings my body felt as I walked. It was practically dark by the time I reached home and my body was aching like never before. "Is this how old people feel all the time?" I wondered, cracking Ms. Towson's back, then twisting my torso back and forth. "No wonder mom and dad are cranky all the time." Another pain shot through me but this one was not from this older body. It was Ms. Towson's soul, once again trying to assume control and force out the intruder. After banging on the door repeatedly, I was relieved when it finally flung open and standing there in the glowing doorway was my mother. She looked...exhausted, like she hadn't slept in weeks and she tried to force a smile at the sight of me. "Oh...hello, Rita," she said flatly. It wasn't exactly the welcome home I was hoping but then again I wasn't really myself at the moment. For the first time in my life, I was eye-to- eye with my mother and I couldn't help but notice her eyes constantly falling on my boobs. "I have...something to tell you," I managed to say, clutching my head. "It's about your son. It's about...Jake." I shook my head and the pain vanished temporarily but I knew it would come back to haunt me soon enough. I lifted my head to see the fear in my mother's eyes. "What did you say? About my boy? I'm in no mood for games, Rita. You know this," she said. I brushed the long hair from my face. "I'm being serious. You have to listen to me. Can I...come in?" It was getting harder to talk and my vision was starting to blur a bit. I could tell mother was skeptical but after a long pause she lead me through the door. I felt like a giant in my own home. Once the runt of the litter I was now on the same level as my mother. A smirk spread on my face, finding the whole situation very bizarre. "Frank get in here," my mom shouted. "Rita Towson wants to speak with us." A few seconds later my father emerged. Much like my mother now, he didn't scare me as much as he did now that he wasn't as big as me. My dad, of course, looked at my boobs first before looking me in the eye. "What is this about, Rita?" "Apparently it's about our son," my mom practically spat. She was furious, I could tell, and I couldn't blame her. But hopefully once she realized it was me in this...body, she'd understand. "This is going to sound crazy but I'm...that is, your son, Jake...is alive. KIND OF!" I shot my hands up in the air once I saw my mom about to cut me off. "Just listen! Listenlistenlisten! OK? Please don't think I'm crazy. I need you to hear me, for real. I don't have much time and it's taken me this long to see you both again." The tears were starting to form in my big, blue eyes and one trickled down the wrinkles of my face. "I'm not really Ms. Juggs. Or Ms. Towson! Shoot, whatever her name is. Gosh, why is this so hard to say?" I wondered aloud. "I...I am really Jake, mom. Dad. I'm just inside of Ms. Towson's body. I...kinda possessed her cause...I'm a ghost." I stopped talking and let the words sink in. My mom's face was full of tears and my dad's was bright red. They both sat in silence for what felt like forever. The only sound made was the sniffles from my mother trying not to burst into tears. I decided I better say something else before they freak out. "Look, I know it's crazy but I-" "NO! NO RITA!" my father bellowed, slamming his fist on the counter. "You do not have the right to come into our home and makes these...these...jokes about our dead son! I mean what...what is WRONG with you? To be so cruel?!" I was beginning to cry myself and I took a few steps towards them before my mom jumped back herself like a scared puppy. "Don't Rita. Don't come any closer to me." "Mom, listen to me. I REALLY am, Jake. You have to believe me," as said between sobs. I don't know what was more annoying, the ringing in my head or the sagging of my boobs each time I let out a heavy sob. "I was hit by a car that day, I really was! And I did...die. I died! Right there on the street. I watched...as the ambulance carried my body away and you and dad were crying. I tried calling to you but you couldn't hear. I screamed and screamed but it did nothing. Because I was nothing...I was...a...spirit." I paused a moment before continuing. "My ghost is still around, in this world. My friend Chester calls it Limbo. He's a ghost too. He's the one that taught me to do this. To take over a person's body. I saw Ms. Towson at the shopping center where I was killed. I didn't know what else to do so I hopped into her body. It was the only way to get here to see you, to talk to you!" They were hanging on my every word now so I didn't let up. I turned to face my mom. "Mommy, while we were in the car ride home from vacation you whispered a joke in my ear...to make me laugh after Carly was being mean to me. It was the joke...about Carly being barley. It was so dumb....but I laughed anyway." My mom's eyes grew wide at this and she looked like she'd seen a ghost. In a way, she was. I turned to my dad. "And dad. When we were at the beach we had a 'man-to- man' talk alone. About how I'm the man of the house when you're off on business and to take care of mom and Carly when you're away...and you laughed when I asked if that means I could have beer." Dad's face had gone from bright red to white as a sheet. Both my parents were frozen in fear, staring at the crazy middle aged woman wearing bright pink pajamas, her giants boobs popping out the top, claiming to be their dead son. "Jake...?" my mother finally said, though her voice was so low it was like a whisper. "Is that really you?" I nodded my head rapidly, the tears now flowing like a faucet. I burst out crying and my mom came running and took me in her arms. My giant boobs were smashing up against hers and it felt so nice to just smell her again, have her arms around me. She could normally scoop me up and consume me in her arms but now she could barely wrap her arms around me. It was strange but I didn't care. I finally felt safe once again. My dad came up behind us and put his arms around us both. "I can't believe it...it sounds so crazy! I'm just...so happy to see you again son." I picked up my head and he wiped a tear from my face. I was about to say something when the pain in my head returned, like a harpoon went right through my brain! I fell backwards, away from my parents, and toppled to the floor. They were at my side in the blink of an eye, helping me up. "What the hell was that, son?" my dad asked. I shook my head, trying to shake the pain away but it wasn't working this time. The pain was too strong. Ms. Towson's body was rejecting me, I could feel it. "It's this body...dad. It's...trying to force me out," I managed to say. "I can only possess a person for so long before my soul...arrggghh gets kicked out." I managed to stand up straight, shooing my parents away. "I'm OK, argh...you don't...need to hold me...up." This can't be it. There's still so much more I have to tell them. So much more to say! "Mom...dad...I...," I whimpered. "I just...want to...say..." But it was that moment my legs finally gave out and I went toppling forward. The last thing I saw was my mother reaching out to grab me and then I felt the familiar thrust of my soul leaving my body and hitting the invisible brick wall. Except I was still alive. I could tell because I was breathing still and I felt the warmth of clothes hugging my skin. But the pain...the pain was gone! Only now I felt a different pain, in my back and legs, and I realized I was suddenly carrying a heavy load in my arms. My eyes fluttered down to find the pink busty body of Rita Towson in my arms. A panic washed over me when I realized what this means. Looking down at my chest I saw what was definitely another pair of breasts but they didn't belong to Ms. Towson. "I'm mom...," I gasped, mom's voice leaving my mouth. I cringed a little, her voice sounding so much stranger in my ears. Her ears. "This is so freaky..." I turned to look up at my dad and he was looking down at me in concern. "Honey, it'll be alright. We'll get him back." My dad looked more determined than I'd ever seen him before. "I'm not losing my boy again. "You didn't, dad...I'm still here...in mom," I gulped after saying the last part and then felt a stirring in my arms. Ms. Towson rose from my arms and started rubbing her head. She took one look and me and my dad and her eyes went wide. "Holy shit, what's going on here? Beth? Frank? Why are you in my house?" Her head darted back and forth before she realized where she was. "Wait, why am I in YOUR home. Oh God...did I have another blackout again?" She cupped her hands to her face and breathed before throwing her head back. "Woah, wine breath. I am so, so, so sorry about this. I hope I didn't do anything too stupid again. I can't bear to have another incident like the one at Stacey Miller's engagement party." I was too stunned to move, starting into the eyes of the beautiful older woman whose body I'd been wearing the past few hours. Her boobs really were HUGE and I was amazed I was able to lug them around for so long. My mother's body felt a lot lighter and more comfortable and I was thankful to be relieved from all the pain I was receiving from Ms. Towson's body. Though the same thing will end up happening to me the longer I'm in mom's skin too. I think. Unable to talk, my dad spoke for both of us. He put his arm on my back and rubbed it like he always did to mom and it made me stiffen like a board. "You're fine, Rita, don't you worry. It looked like you were about to get into some trouble but Beth here pulled you inside before you could confront Mrs. Jackson next door." Rita's face fell and she exhaled loudly. "Well that sounds like a close call. Whewwww! Thank YOU Beth for being a good friend." She turned and stumbled slightly towards the door and my dad made an effort to grab her. "Do you need a ride, Rita?" She shook her head wildly. "No no no, I think I need the fresh air and a nice long walk to clear my head. Thank you, though. God, my head is fucking killing me." My dad closed the door behind him and spun around quickly to face me. His jaw was hanging open as he looked me up and down. "Jake? Is that really you?" he asked, unable to believe it. I brought my shaky hands up towards my face and looked at them. Yep, these were mom's hands alright and I could feel mom's lip tremble as I started to pat my body all over. Luckily mom was wearing more clothes than my last body was but I still got a big eyeful of her boobs when I looked down. They weren't nearly as big but to me they were still huge. I gulped, trying to cover up my chest, embarrassed by the way dad was looking at me. "Yeah dad...it's me...," I managed to say. Feeling weak and scared, my mom's body feeling completely new to me, I had dad lead me to the living room and sit me on the couch. I was still shaking but for some reason I wasn't cold. "You're in shock, son," my dad finally said. "It can't be easy for you to...possess a body like that." I nodded, telling him he was right, but there was also something else. Ms. Towson was pretty much a stranger to me and I saw her body as just a way to get back home. But this body...this body belongs to mom. My own mother! And as my face turned slowly towards the mirror I knew was on the living room wall, I exactly what I knew I was going to see and began trembling again. "Oh God...this is so weird," I said, mom's voice freaking me out even more. My dad paced around for a moment before he had an idea. He walked across the room and poured some dark liquid into a glass. It was my parents grown up drinks, the kind me and Carly aren't allowed to have, but he was bringing me a glass now. "Drink this. It'll calm your nerves," he ordered, sticking the smelly drink in my face. It smelled super foul but I grabbed it anyway. "Aren't I too young to drink this?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood. My dad laughed. "Not anymore, you're not. Drink up but not too fast." The brown liquid burned down my throat and it tasted worse than the wine I had at Ms. Towson's house. I started gagging and coughing, spit dribbling from my mother's lips. "God that was gross!" I spat, wiping my mouth. "How do you guys drink that stuff?" My dad was laughing as I sat back on the sofa, trying my best to calm down. I was starting to feel a little hot, like that drink somehow warmed me up from the inside. After a few minutes, my hands weren't shaking anymore and I didn't feel as scared. "How do you feel now, son?" dad asked, taking a seat next to me. "Better," I admitted. "But so so weird!" I held out my hands again, splaying them in front of my face. I gave them a quick wiggle to test them out and then brought them to my face. I traced the outline of mom's cheeks and nose and chin, feeling how much different her face was to not only my own but to Ms. Towson's. "I can't believe I've worn two different faces today," I said under my breath. My dad perked up. "What was that?" I pulled my hands from my face and quickly rested them in my lap. "Nothing. I was just...thinking outloud." He put his arm around me to try and comfort me but it only freaked me out. I jumped out of his arms at sat on the other side of the sofa. "Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." "It's OK, dad. It's just weird when you touch me...when I look like this," I said bashfully, my face feeling warm. Dad raised his arms in the air. "Say no more, son. How about we just...talk. I'm sure you mother would like you to use this time productively. Tell me...everything." An hour later by dad sat stunned on the sofa after hanging on every word of my story. "Wow," he finally said. "That is quite a story, son." My head was still hung low, my eyes focused on my mom's boobs because I was too afraid to meet my dad's eyes. "Yeah, it is," I replied. "And now I don't have much time left in mom's body. I mean, I can possess someone else so I can stay here longer but if I don't find another body after mom's then her body is gonna force me out and my soul is gonna get sent back to the shopping mall." It was hard to say these words. I wanted nothing more than to stay here with dad. For him to hold me and hug me like he did when I was still alive. I felt mom's body growing warm by these thoughts and when I looked up at dad I felt my new lady parts feel funny. The same way Ms. Juggs' lady parts tingled when her friend was touching me. "We'll think of something, son. We have too!" my dad said confidently. "Just knowing that you're still alive...I mean, after all these weeks, it's remarkable!" I nodded slowly. "But what can we do? We can't be a family anymore. I'm just a ghost! And I can't keep possessing people in the neighborhood to stay close to you guys." My dad looked at me through teary eyes before they lit up. "I think I have an idea. It's not the perfect solution but at least it's something." ---------- 3 Months Later I was sitting in my usual spot at the shopping mall watching all the crazy people do their shopping. Chester was sitting nearby watching me. "By that far off look on your face I take it your family is coming to visit today?" he finally asked. I was staring off into the distance, trying to spot their incoming car. "You know it! Every Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. I'm excited for you to finally meet them. They're super nice and I think you'll love them. How come you never around when the visit?" Chester laughed. "Boy, I got my own life! I got bodies to possess and people to fuc-er, play with. Besides, your family can't even see me. They can't see us! So they can't properly meet me anyway." I saw the familiar van enter the parking lot and I jumped up and down. "They're here, they're here!" I raced over to the car, anxious to see what body they brought for me today. Usually it was just the three of them, mom, dad and Carly and they would take turns each visit letting me possess their body so I can spend time with the others. But on special days, like Sundays, they would bring a guest. A relative. A friend. Someone who I could wear just for a few hours so we could go out and eat, shop, get ice cream. So we could at least pretend to be a family again even if it's just for a short time. I got super excited when I saw Carly hop out of the car and her friend Erica soon followed. I zipped across the parking lot as fast as I could and flew straight into Erica's pretty body. The Force knocked me back and I slammed into the side of the van and the first thing I heard from my new ears was my sister's laugh. "Jesus Jake, you don't waste any time, do you?" My nostrils filled with the fresh scent of the Spring air and I smiled, wiping my nose realizing Erica's allergies were acting up. "Oh sis, you know Erica is my most FAVORITE body to wear. She's sooooo pretty!" I didn't waste any time and immediately started to feel up my new boobs. My family didn't even try to stop me anymore. They knew I had a crush on Erica for a very long time and now that I got to wear her skin every so often, I felt even closer to her than ever before. "We brought her because we thought you might want to do some shopping with me today," Carly said, adjusting the spaghetti strap on my shoulder. "Ya know, kinda of a girls day. You haven't lived until you've tried on clothes at the mall as a girl!" In the past something like this would have sent me running for the hills. Me? In girl clothes? Gross! But inside the body of Erica, the idea of taking off her clothes and seeing her naked in the mirror was like a dream come true. "Let's do this!" I cheered. My parents smiled and they started to lead us to the car and that's when I saw Chester hovering around nearby. He smiled warmly and I wanted to introduce him but there wasn't really anything I could do. But then an idea hit me. "Um Carly," I mumbled in Erica's sweet voice. "Could I ask you for a MAJOR favor?" I pointed over to where Chester was but to my family they only saw an empty sidewalk. "My friend Chester is over there. He's kind of my best friend now since we're both stuck here and he taught me everything I know. He's the one that helped me get to you by teaching me how to possess people. I'd love for you to meet him but...ya know." I paused before facing Carly again. "Carls, I am super excited to go shopping with you but do you think maybe...for today...you let Chester use your body?" I saw Chester perk up behind her and Carly's face kinda fell. "Hmmm I dunno. It's weird enough having my little brother wear my body sometimes." I jumped up and down as I grabbed her hand, Erica's boobs bouncing like crazy. "Please please pleeeeeease! Carly, pleeeease! It would mean the world to him. We're both stuck here all day everyday and I want us to go out and have some fun. Plus I really want him to meet mom and dad. Pleeeease!" Carly was thinking long and hard on this one. "Hmmm he's not some perverted old man or anything, is he?" My head leaned past Carly to get a look at Chester who was shaking his head "no" and waking his arms back and forth. "Uhhhh no," I lied. "He's not much older than me." I felt bad for lying but there's no way Carly would let Chester inside of her is she knew who he really was. "OK fine," she finally said. "But just this once! And I'm holding you responsible for my body while he's in there. If I come back and I find anything wrong or weird or whatever I am going to end you." I nodded to Chester and he came rushing over and leaped into my older sister's body. "Whoooooo WEEEE! It feels GOOOD to be young again," Chester shouted in Carly's voice. "Boy howdy this sister of yours sure is a cutie, ain't she?" He jumped up and down, feeling up his chest and I saw my parents faces fall. "He's not...a kid, is he?" my dad finally said. I shook my head and watched as Chester marched over to my parents and extended his hand. "The name's Chester! Chester Palmer! Nice to meet you two," he said excitedly. "You have an incredible son, I must say. I've been watching over him all these months and I can tell you he's probably my best friend around here. He's a lucky boy to have such a nice family, coming to visit him all the time and bringing bodies to wear. It warms an old man's heart...if I had a heart! HA!" He slapped my sister's knee and doubled over laughing at his own joke. It was so strange to see Carly acting so goofy. My dad exhaled. "I'm just glad Jake has someone looking out for him here. I wish there was a better arrangement we could work out but we're really at a loss. This is the best we could come up with to be a normal family again." Chester waved him off. "Are you kidding? This is a great setup. I've been here for YEARS and ain't ever seen anyone pull off what your boy here did." I curled Erica's soft lips into a smile and gave Chester a big warm hug. "Aww thanks kiddo. You know I think the world of ya." If felt good to hold him. Even though we were both teenage girls at the moment, Chester was like my unofficial guardian now and I looked up to him like a parent. But we were two spirits, never able to high five or shake hands or any of that stuff without human hosts. "Alright kid, enough with the hugging," Chester said, breaking our embrace. "Don't need you getting all mushy on me. This is supposed to be a happy day! Now come on, weren't we gonna go to the mall or something?! I got a killer body and I want to show it off." My dad grew more serious. "You will treat my daughter's body with respect while you're in it, you understand?" Chester held up his hands in defence. "She's in good hands, my good sir. I swear to you. Though I wouldn't mind being her beautiful older sister over here." He was eyeballing my mother who started blushing at the compliment. "Oh stop it, you," she giggled. "I'm their mother!" Chester took her by the hand and kissed the top of it. I rolled my eyes. The sight of my sister's body hitting on my mother was not something I ever wanted to see and I pulled him away from her. "OK knock it off," I said before looking up at my dad. "Can we go now, please! Erica's body is STARVING!" I could feel a major grumbling in my borrowed stomach. It made me feel uncomfortable but it was still a FEELING. Even all these months later and all the bodies I've possessed, I've spent more time as a ghost and so basic human feelings are still weird to me. Hunger, pain, sadness, joy! The time I possessed mom during "her time of the month," or the time I was Aunt Jill who was 6 months pregnant and had a baby kicking around inside of me, or when I was cousin Jeff who was deaf. These were all sensations I never felt anymore as a spirit and I missed it greatly. Mom thought it was weird when I agreed to be her during her "period" thingy but I told her bad pain was better than feeling no pain at all. She cried that day before I possessed her because I think it was the first time she realized how terrible it is to be a ghost. Lucky for me I've got the best family in the world to help me through this and try to make my life as normal as possible.