Fix the sleeves, but play with makeup

"C'mon, Jane, you gotta pace out the weirdness a little bit, at least..!" you said, gripping the sweater by the shoulders in front of you. Jan was able to feel you pressing against the fabric and thus her own body, which excited her a little, and she nodded with a thankful smile.

Her body language, however, indicated that Jane wasn't as thrilled, crossing those empty sleeves over her bust and turning Jan's head to the side, like she was pouting and protesting. "Oh, fine. I guess. But like I said, I'm going straight to my makeup kit next..!"

The fabric loosened a little around Jan briefly, just long enough for her arms to wriggle around and up through the body. It looked like she and Jane were wrestling to coordinate... at one point, Jan's arms were briefly caught in the cavity that made up the sweater's breast shapes, and you stared a little too hard as Jan's arms and hands tried to press outward from the larger globes, causing the fabric to grow and stretch in unusual ways, taking the shape of her hand briefly before she'd pull back and resume the shape of Jane's chest. "Huh, so weird... a little more help, please..!"

Eventually, the sleeves stretched up, and Jan was able to wriggle her arms into each sleeve one by one, stretching and distorting the fabric briefly until her arms settled into place. One arm, two arms... she looked like she was back to normal, stretching her arms out.

That control lasted for only a few moments. You could tell by the high-pitched squeal Jan made that her clothes were once again making the decisions for her, as she strolled to the vanity on the other side of the room. You stayed put, letting Jane do her thing, not wanting to upset her further. Who knows what a ghost might do when angry at her playthings!

The little drawers and panels opened on the vanity, and little bottles and tubes and cases began to float out. "Here's my theory," Jane started, as she made Jan sit down on the bench at the vanity--perhaps a little forcefully, as a reminder that she was running the show. Two black knit gloves slid out of a drawer, and while Jan was distracted by the floating makeup applicators, the gloves suddenly wriggled onto her hands, stealing away all movement control from the neck down. Jan was definitely a prisoner to the fabric now, and the fabric made sure that she knew it! "I can't just possess the little makeup Jan is wearing right now. I thought I could, but there's too little of it to latch onto out of nothing, plus Jan's wearing just the bare minimum. Curse your perfect bone structure and flawless skin... anyway. If I possess something like this lip gloss while it's whole, then maybe when I spread it on her lips, I'll still be in control of the tiny amount that ends up on her!"

"Wait, you want to... control my..."

With Jan's mouth wide open in shock, Jane struck. Her turtleneck held Jan's head mostly steady, as the lipgloss applicator floated out of the bottle and did one quick, rough swoop, all around the lips! Jan cried out a little, and then tried to close her lips... but couldn't. She could still move her jaw, such as to clench her teeth, but her lips remained in the same o-shape she was making before.

"Perfect!" the disembodied voice said, before the applicator took a second pass, this time taking more care to apply a good even coating to Jan's frozen lips. The gloss on her lips did add a delightful shine, and seemed to help her freeze Jan's face entirely in place, ensuring minimal extra movement. Jan's lips opened and closed, though her teeth stayed shut, making it look like she was a fish making a silly face or something. "Hmm, well, almost perfect... aha!"

Up floated a new little tube: a breath freshening spray. Jan tried to say something, but her lips were closed and her words therefore were mostly unintelligible. The gloved hands slowly reached up, using Jan's own body as a frame underneath to help her grip her chin and forehead, so the gloves could pry her mouth a bit open. "Aaaahhhh aahhh... AAHHH!" Her lips wouldn't cooperate, her jaw was held open, and a spritz or three of minty breath spray helped coat the inside of her mouth. The first spritz coated the top of Jan's tongue, and once the essentially possessed tongue was lifted, the second spritz underneath helped really steal away Jan's control over herself.

Wide-eyed with a bit of a fearful look, Jan was **** off of the bench, and to stroll toward you. This time, she had a seductive smile on her face, even if her eyes told a different story. "Now for the final touches," Jane said as she put Jan's hands on her hips, still looking right at you. "I just need to time my speech with..."

"...moving these lips." When Jan's mouth moved, it looked like she spoke. To anyone who didn't know what Jan's voice sounded like, it would appear like she was talking normally, but really, Jan was just lip syncing along with Jane's disembodied voice! "It's pretty convincing, right? We didn't have to go this far, I'd actually rather find a way to make Jan speak on my behalf since she's got such a lovely voice, but... for now, it'll do." Jan wasn't exactly silent as her lips and tongue and mouth were **** into matching speech patterns. At times, she tried to speak herself, but when she **** air through her vocal cords, all she ended up doing was saying the same words that Jane was making her mouth form. It created the occasional bizarre echo that made the situation seem so bizarre.

Another smile, and Jan was **** by her sweater to stroll closer to you, lifting your hands up with her gloves to come to rest on the girl's chest. You were definitely fondling the sweater itself and not Jan's body as you did this, so it felt less like you were cheating on your wife with some other girl... but Jan started to make unintelligible protests as her head began to be pulled closer to you, aided by the lip gloss that had the same power as the fabric to move her body all about. Her lips locked against yours, lips pressing and jaw opening so her tongue could dart out and reach your own. You couldn't stop yourself by then, as you joined in on the kiss. The gloves tugged Jan's arms around your back, as the pants pushed their hips against yours. Jan blushed when she realized that through the fabric she could feel a bulge in your own pants...

But, she closed her eyes as the kiss endured. Big mistake, if she didn't want any more makeup on her, as mid-kiss, Jane swiftly brought over some eyeshadow and mascara, and applied it to Jan quickly. Now even her eyelids would be under ghostly control... all that would be left is Jan's own eyes, her rapid breathing, and occasional muffled squeals to remind you that someone else was still present in that body.