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Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at Aaron’s spectral form. He watched, a prisoner in his own ethereal skin, as Ramsey—wearing his face, his body—strutted down the sidewalk with a smug, unfamiliar swagger. This can’t be happening.

The thought was a frantic drumbeat in his mind. He was a ghost, untethered, a mere observer to the theft of his own life. Desperation propelled him forward, a violet wisp streaking through the warm evening air. He had one hope. Cody.

He flew through the walls of Cody’s house, finding his friend in the dim glow of his gaming setup, headset on, yelling at the screen. “No, you flank him! Flank him, you idiot!” Cody’s muscular frame was tense with concentration.

Aaron concentrated, pouring all his will into a single, **** thought. CODY!

Cody flinched, ripping the headset off. “The hell was that?” He spun around in his chair, looking at the empty room. “Mom? That you?”

It’s me, you idiot! Aaron!

Cody’s brow furrowed. “Aaron? Dude, are you, like, hiding with a speaker or some shit? This isn’t funny.”

No! Look at me! I’m right here! Aaron willed himself to become more substantial, focusing on the memory of solidity. A faint, shimmering outline of his form flickered into existence for a split second before fading.

Cody’s eyes went wide. “Whoa. Okay, either I’m way more tired than I thought, or I just saw a purple ghost of your ugly mug.”

It’s me! Ramsey… he… he took my body. Kicked me out. I’m stuck like this.

“Ramsey? The creepy notebook guy? Dude, you’re freaking me out.” Cody stood up, his perverted mind already turning. “So… if you’re a ghost… can you, like, go through walls? See girls naked?”

Forget that! I need you to believe me! Aaron’s frustration peaked. An idea, wild and risky, formed. Where’s Hailey?

“My sister? She’s in her room, probably just got out of the shower. Why?” A slow, lecherous grin spread across Cody’s face. “Ohhhh. I see where this is going. You want a demonstration.”

Exactly. Follow me.

Aaron phased through Hailey’s door, Cody hot on his heels, cracking it open to peer inside. The room was steamy, smelling of sweet coconut body wash. Hailey stood with her back to them, a large, fluffy white towel wrapped securely around her torso as she brushed out her long, damp brown hair.

Aaron focused. He pictured the sensation of sinking into a warm bath, of merging, of control. He shot forward, a silent purple comet, and plunged into Hailey’s back.

A jolt racked her body. Her brush clattered to the floor. Her shoulders stiffened, then relaxed as Aaron settled into the unfamiliar warmth of her form. The sensations were overwhelming, dizzying. The gentle weight of her breasts, the soft brush of the towel against her nipples, the subtle ache in her calves from a long day of dance practice. It was all so… vivid.

From the doorway, Cody watched, his jaw slack. He saw his sister’s posture change, the usual graceful slump replaced by Aaron’s characteristic, confident stance.

Hailey—no, Aaron-in-Hailey—turned slowly, a sly, knowing smirk playing on lips that felt impossibly soft. Her eyes, usually bright and cheerful, now held a mischievous, masculine glint that was utterly foreign on her face.

“Believe me yet, bro?” The voice was Hailey’s melodic alto, but the cadence, the inflection, was one hundred percent Aaron.

Cody could only stare, a mixture of shock and burgeoning arousal plastered on his face. “Holy shit.”

Aaron-in-Hailey let the smirk widen. He—she—brought a hand up, fingers trailing slowly down the front of the towel, tracing the plush curve of a breast. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the touch, the sensation of her own fingers on her sensitive skin sparking a low thrum of pleasure deep in her core. God, this feels… incredible.

With a deliberate, theatrical flourish, she hooked her thumbs into the top of the towel. She held Cody’s stunned gaze, her eyes locking with his, and with a sharp, downward shrug, let the towel

[fall.

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](http://fall.It) pooled at her feet in a soft heap of white fabric.

Cody’s breath hitched. There stood his sister, completely naked, bathed in the soft light of her bedroom lamp. But the way she held herself… hands on her hips, one leg slightly bent, a cocky, challenging arch to her eyebrow… it was a pose of pure, unadulterated Aaron. The dissonance was the most electrifying thing Cody had ever seen.

Her skin glowed, still pink from the shower. Water droplets dotted her shoulders and clung to the gentle slope of her B-cup breasts, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. Aaron-in-Hailey looked down, a fascinated curiosity overriding everything else. She cupped her breasts, weighing them, her thumbs brushing over the tight, pebbled peaks. A shiver wracked her frame, a low, throaty moan escaping her—a sound Hailey had never made in her life.

“See?” her voice was a husky whisper, thick with a pleasure she was only beginning to explore. “It’s really me.”

She turned slightly, giving him a profile view, her hand sliding down from her breast, over the flat plane of her stomach, her fingers tracing the neat thatch of dark brown hair below. She didn’t go further, but the promise was there, undeniable. Her whole body was a testament to her claim, a living, breathing paradox of innocent beauty and carnal knowledge.

Cody’s brain, never his strongest asset, finally short-circuited under the overwhelming evidence. He believed. He absolutely believed. And he was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“Okay,” he breathed, his voice rough. “Okay, I believe you. Now… what the hell do we do?”