Possession

  

There she was. All tied up. Staring into nothingness.

I had lured her to me with the bait of money. She was a high class escort and the siren song of riches called her and made her easy to manipulate.

For example drinking the potion that put her in the state she is in now.  

I couldn´t help myself touching the soft skin of the body that soon would be mine.  Obviously I wanted to become a woman.

She was as close to perfection as I could have hoped for.

Decades younger than me, still in her youth. 

An amazingly sensual body.

The sweetest voice.

A face that spoke to me with dark hair framing it.

My heart was beating hard in anticipation.

It was time to perform the next step.

The transfer.

I bellowed the words of power, calling on entities long forgotten. 

Hot wax from the candle in my hand dripped on her body.

The temperature in the room was getting colder.

It felt like the oxygen was being sucked out.

It was close now.

Now.

I could feel my essence leave my old body and enter my new one.

Darkness overwhelmed me. 

 

 It felt so different. The massive weights on my chest. The wide hips. The sense of nothingness at my groin. Feeling physically weak compared to before. The way I moved was so so different.

I moved my dainty fingers through my long and dark hair, down to my smooth face and further down my thin neck. My breasts felt full and firm. Having a waist like that was curious. My legs had no sign of hair on them.

But the most interesting part was when I pushed past the folds with my fingers and for the first time felt something inside of me.