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Elizabeth and Susan arrived at Rachel’s house that evening, letting themselves in with the spare key hidden under the flowerpot by the door. They found “Rachel” in the living room, already curled up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, some cheesy horror movie playing on the TV.

“Hey,” Trevor said, using Rachel’s voice. He’d been practicing the tone and cadence all afternoon. “Glad you guys made it.”

“Of course,” Elizabeth said, kicking off her shoes. “So? What happened? Did you find the creep?”

Trevor put on a wide, triumphant grin. “Yeah. It was Trevor.”

Susan’s eyes went wide. “Trevor? Your Trevor? The guy with the… pictures?”

“The very one,” Trevor said, nodding solemnly. “I followed him after school, confronted him. We… sort of fought, with our powers. It was intense. But I managed to overpower him. When I pushed him out of the last girl he was possessing, I sort of… absorbed his power? I don’t know how else to describe it. He’s powerless now. Just a normal guy.”

Elizabeth blinked, processing this. “You absorbed his power? So… you’re stronger now?”

“Seems like it,” Trevor said with a shrug. “He was pretty pissed. Ran off crying, actually.” He couldn’t resist a little embellishment. “It was kinda pathetic. He even grabbed his own ass as he was running away, like he was checking if it was still there. Weirdo.”

Susan snorted, then burst into laughter. Elizabeth soon followed, and Trevor joined in, Rachel’s laugh feeling strange but right in his throat. The moment felt perfect—warm, relieved, and full of shared victory.

They watched the movie, the conversation drifting to other things. Trevor was careful, mirroring Rachel’s mannerisms, her opinions on the movie’s dumb characters, the way she’d steal popcorn from Susan’s bowl. He thought he was nailing it.

But as they were leaving, standing on the front porch under the yellow bug light, Susan pulled Elizabeth aside for a moment, their voices low.

“Hey,” Susan whispered. “Did Rachel seem… off to you?”

Elizabeth glanced back at the house, where Trevor was waving from the window. “A little. Her laugh was different. And her eyes… they didn’t seem to sparkle as much when she talked about beating Trevor. It was like she was just reciting lines.”

Susan chewed her lip. “You think we should be worried?”

Elizabeth shook her head, dismissing her own unease. “Nah. She’s probably just tired from the power struggle or whatever. It’s not like Trevor’s *inside* her or something.” She **** a chuckle. “Can you imagine how creepy *that* would be? Him walking around in her skin, listening to us right now?”

They shared a shudder and a laugh, deciding it was just their nerves. “See you tomorrow,” Elizabeth called out, and with a final wave, the two girls headed to Susan’s car.

Trevor watched them go from the window, Rachel’s face splitting into a wide, predatory grin the moment their car turned the corner. *They have no idea. They’re so fucking dumb.* He let the curtain fall back, turning to face the quiet, empty house—his new domain.

That night, in Rachel’s bedroom, Trevor celebrated his victory. He stripped Rachel’s body naked, admiring every freckled curve in the full-length mirror. He ran his—*her*—hands over her flat stomach, her toned thighs, her small, perfect breasts.

“Oh, Rachel,” he whispered to the reflection, his voice a husky imitation of her own. “Your friends are so, so stupid. anticipation.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out Rachel’s vibrator—a simple, pink, discreet model. He turned it on, setting it immediately to its highest, most insistent setting. The buzz was loud in the quiet room.

“This is all mine now,” he moaned, pressing the vibrator against Rachel’s slick clit. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—a sharp, electric pleasure that was entirely new and entirely his to command. He arched Rachel’s back, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck! Rachel! Cum for me!” he growled, commanding the body he stole, finding a dark, hilarious irony in screaming her own name as he violated her. The body obeyed, convulsing under his command as a powerful orgasm ripped through it. He laughed, breathless and giddy, as the waves subsided.

He didn’t stop there. He spent hours exploring, experimenting. He brought Rachel to the edge again and again, learning every sensitive spot, every muffled gasp and tremor the body was capable of. Each climax was a conquest, a testament to his control.

As the first hints of dawn colored the blinds, Trevor finally let the vibrator fall silent. Rachel’s body was spent, slick with sweat, humming with satisfaction. He lay there, a contented, sinister smile on her face.

Letting Rachel go was out of the question. She’d just try to stop him again. This was better. This was perfect.

*I am Rachel Smith now,* he thought, curling her body under the sheets. *And as Rachel, I can get close to anyone. Elizabeth, Susan, Victoria, Vanessa… every girl in that school. They’ll never see me coming.*

He closed Rachel’s eyes, savoring the lingering pulses of pleasure in her core. His new life was just beginning, and it was going to be so much fun.Elizabeth and Susan arrived at Rachel’s house that evening, letting themselves in with the spare key hidden under the flowerpot by the door. They found “Rachel” in the living room, already curled up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, some cheesy horror movie playing on the TV.

“Hey,” Trevor said, using Rachel’s voice. He’d been practicing the tone and cadence all afternoon. “Glad you guys made it.”

“Of course,” Elizabeth said, kicking off her shoes. “So? What happened? Did you find the creep?”

Trevor put on a wide, triumphant grin. “Yeah. It was Trevor.”

Susan’s eyes went wide. “Trevor? Your Trevor? The guy with the… pictures?”

“The very one,” Trevor said, nodding solemnly. “I followed him after school, confronted him. We… sort of fought, with our powers. It was intense. But I managed to overpower him. When I pushed him out of the last girl he was possessing, I sort of… absorbed his power? I don’t know how else to describe it. He’s powerless now. Just a normal guy.”

Elizabeth blinked, processing this. “You absorbed his power? So… you’re stronger now?”

“Seems like it,” Trevor said with a shrug. “He was pretty pissed. Ran off crying, actually.” He couldn’t resist a little embellishment. “It was kinda pathetic. He even grabbed his own ass as he was running away, like he was checking if it was still there. Weirdo.”

Susan snorted, then burst into laughter. Elizabeth soon followed, and Trevor joined in, Rachel’s laugh feeling strange but right in his throat. The moment felt perfect—warm, relieved, and full of shared victory.

They watched the movie, the conversation drifting to other things. Trevor was careful, mirroring Rachel’s mannerisms, her opinions on the movie’s dumb characters, the way she’d steal popcorn from Susan’s bowl. He thought he was nailing it.

But as they were leaving, standing on the front porch under the yellow bug light, Susan pulled Elizabeth aside for a moment, their voices low.

“Hey,” Susan whispered. “Did Rachel seem… off to you?”

Elizabeth glanced back at the house, where Trevor was waving from the window. “A little. Her laugh was different. And her eyes… they didn’t seem to sparkle as much when she talked about beating Trevor. It was like she was just reciting lines.”

Susan chewed her lip. “You think we should be worried?”

Elizabeth shook her head, dismissing her own unease. “Nah. She’s probably just tired from the power struggle or whatever. It’s not like Trevor’s *inside* her or something.” She **** a chuckle. “Can you imagine how creepy *that* would be? Him walking around in her skin, listening to us right now?”

They shared a shudder and a laugh, deciding it was just their nerves. “See you tomorrow,” Elizabeth called out, and with a final wave, the two girls headed to Susan’s car.

Trevor watched them go from the window, Rachel’s face splitting into a wide, predatory grin the moment their car turned the corner. *They have no idea. They’re so fucking dumb.* He let the curtain fall back, turning to face the quiet, empty house—his new domain.

That night, in Rachel’s bedroom, Trevor celebrated his victory. He stripped Rachel’s body naked, admiring every freckled curve in the full-length mirror. He ran his—*her*—hands over her flat stomach, her toned thighs, her small, perfect breasts.

“Oh, Rachel,” he whispered to the reflection, his voice a husky imitation of her own. “Your friends are so, so stupid. anticipation.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out Rachel’s vibrator—a simple, pink, discreet model. He turned it on, setting it immediately to its highest, most insistent setting. The buzz was loud in the quiet room.

“This is all mine now,” he moaned, pressing the vibrator against Rachel’s slick clit. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—a sharp, electric pleasure that was entirely new and entirely his to command. He arched Rachel’s back, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck! Rachel! Cum for me!” he growled, commanding the body he stole, finding a dark, hilarious irony in screaming her own name as he violated her. The body obeyed, convulsing under his command as a powerful orgasm ripped through it. He laughed, breathless and giddy, as the waves subsided.

He didn’t stop there. He spent hours exploring, experimenting. He brought Rachel to the edge again and again, learning every sensitive spot, every muffled gasp and tremor the body was capable of. Each climax was a conquest, a testament to his control.

As the first hints of dawn colored the blinds, Trevor finally let the vibrator fall silent. Rachel’s body was spent, slick with sweat, humming with satisfaction. He lay there, a contented, sinister smile on her face.

Letting Rachel go was out of the question. She’d just try to stop him again. This was better. This was perfect.

*I am Rachel Smith now,* he thought, curling her body under the sheets. *And as Rachel, I can get close to anyone. Elizabeth, Susan, Victoria, Vanessa… every girl in that school. They’ll never see me coming.*

He closed Rachel’s eyes, savoring the lingering pulses of pleasure in her core. His new life was just beginning, and it was going to be so much fun.