It hasn't started yet, but Jan has some pre-game plans...

Jane was always pretty capable in the kitchen, but the hostess thing was like recital day for her. She stocked up on soda and snacks, she had you clean the grill the night before while she took care of the level-up house cleaning that went beyond the usual surface-tidying you did on the regular.

All that was left, as far as you knew, was a little sous chef work for her planned dinner later on, and to prep the guest bedroom.

How many people are coming? Jan asked you in your mind.

Her sister Molly and probably her boyfriend, you told her. A couple friends from college? Denise...you know Denise. You were pretty sure Denise was the go-between that was the source of the gossip about Jan's sort-of crush on you.

Sounds like I would've been invited if I'd been next-door to invite, Jan replied. It was pretty short notice, too. Almost like Jane decided this was a weekend to have some guests over right after she'd been booted from Jan's body. And it sounds like she deserves to have a couple things not go...quite as expected, Jan projected to you.

You didn't respond to that prod. You tried not to even think of a response. When you got to the kitchen, Jane was pulling out her pork roast.

"Need help there?" You asked.

"Get the rub I prepped out of the cupboard over there," She pointed. You headed over toward it, and the cupboard popped open on its own. Looking back at Jane, you realized she hadn't noticed. When the plastic container began hovering off the shelf, you quickly grabbed it, only to find it trying to pull itself out of your hands.

Jan, stop! Stop stop st-- The top popped off, and the container turned itself in your hands, dumping itself all over the counter.

"John!?" Jane scowled at you.

"I'm sorry, I just--I'm clumsy." She sighed.

"Last of my cayenne and paprika," She said. "So, someone needs to run to the store...and someone else needs to change out the linens in the guest room."

You're not going anywhere, Jan said.

"I'm not going--" You found yourself repeating her, stopping yourself. "to get the right stuff. You run out, and I'll clean this up and take care of the guest room." She looked at the overturned container, and her attitude broke a little.

"You're...okay, right?" If she was annoyed with you, she dropped it quick. This sounded like concern.

"I'm--yeah, I'm okay. Why?"

"You had to grip that thing pretty hard to pop it open. You didn't feel anything...or maybe someone..." She emphasized.

"Oh!" You realized what she was getting at, cutting her off before she finished. "No, no, it's...nerves. I dunno. I'm just--"

"What Jan said, right?" She sighed and looked around. "Nah, I know. It was getting to me earlier, too. The thing is, being a ghost knowing you're not actually dead? Is SUPER fun," Jane grinned, "and she probably knew that well before she hovered in here and made her little speech earlier. She even tried to LOOK scary, did you notice that?" You just shrugged a little. "But she had every opportunity in the last couple hours to mess with me, like, a lot already, and she hasn't done it. So either my weird little book works, or she just found it the perfect psychological payback to give me this looming warning just before she went to go off and mess with the rest of the apartment complex."

Did I really look scary? Jan said in your mind.

You were like a vision when you were speaking to me, but...yeah, when we first saw you? Yeah. I'd say a little Japanese horror film. Jan laughed at this, and Jane looked around the room.

"Did you...hear something?" Jane asked. You shook you head, and she sighed. "You're right about the nerves. We really just need to drop the Jan thing and focus on the weekend. I'm going to the store. You clean up and listen for the doorbell just in case, okay?"

"Sure thing," you said, starting to clean up. Jane grabbed her keys and purse, heading to the door.

"I'll be like 20 minutes. Maybe less." The two of you waved at each other as she closed the door. While you started wiping up the counter, the small utility closet opened up. A broom and dustpan floated out, and you just watched the objects act on their own.

"I guess even ethereal laughter is a little more conspicuous when it's genuine," Jan said aloud again, though you couldn't see her. "I really looked that good?"

"That...you mean that really was an act, Jan?" You watched as the broom started to sweep up the spice flecks and dust that had fallen onto the floor.

"It was a speech for her sake, sure...but that doesn't mean I wasn't honest about how I felt," She said. "Especially about you," came a whisper in your ear that made you jump. "And speaking of that...we have 20 minutes, John."

Your belt-end pulled out of its loop, tightening for a moment to unlatch itself, the two ends pulling apart as they came loose.

"Jan, don't you think--"

"Come on, I felt your reaction when I helped you dress," She said. "This way. Twenty minutes should be more than enough...this time." Both ends of your belt pulled you into an about-face, and when your khaki pants started marching you toward the stairs, it wasn't you controlling them. Oddly enough, you still heard things moving around in the kitchen as Jan simultaneously controlled your clothing and cleaned up the rest of the mess you made.

"You can control these pants and that broom and dust pan at the same time?" You asked.

"Well...yeah. They're both pretty simple things," Jan said. "Things get a little more distracting when I'm actually in your head listening to your thoughts, but I bet I'll get better at that, too." You remembered what Jan said about having been transformed on the highest setting of Emilia's machine. Apparently her range was effectively further than Jane's was when she was a ghost.

When you walked in to the guest bedroom, your pant legs loosened up again.

"You liked seeing my body with her curves, didn't you?" Jan asked. You looked around the room, but hesitated to answer. Jan was still nowhere to be seen. "It's okay, John, just say it."

"Well, I mean, yeah...the look was appealing. How she had you acting, though--"

"Don't worry about that--how she made me act wasn't the question. You have me now. The real me. Well, sort of," She laughed. The pillows on the guest bed shifted, and the comforter, blanket and sheet pulled back, revealing the linens. "So if you're going to change these out for fresh ones anyway, I had a thought." Your pants unbuttoned and unzipped, dropping to your ankles.

You released a quiet moan as your briefs tightened against your package, and when you looked down, it was as if a gentle, invisible feminine hand was grasping them from the outside. Your shirt tightened up again, and suddenly you had the same delightful chest massage as before, except that Jan was slowly playing with you through your boxers as well.

"I could just keep doing this until I set you off," Jan said. "I like being next to you like this, and existing inside of non-living things isn't quite as cold as I imagined it to be. Especially clothing."

"You've...ungh...possessed a person?"

"Uh-huh. Back at Ms. King's mansion. But since it's just you and I right now..."

Your shirt buttons undid themselves, one after the other. When you heard the bedroom door close behind you, you turned around in a hobbling motion, owing to the pants still around your ankles.

"Whoa."

It was a little black dress, filled out to Jane-like proportions and leaning against the closed door. One wrist-length satin glove was holding the doorknob, and the other was playing at the short lower hem of the dress. It lifted the front of the dress to expose the tops of two bulging lace-top stockings, attached with garters to a belt under the dress. Beneath it were a pair of lacy black panties. The glove pulled the hem back down as you back up at the top of the outfit again, admiring its curves and taking note of the lacy black bra beneath it.

"15 minutes, John." Both satin gloves pushed up against the voluminous hollow breasts, and your eyes opened wide as you watched the dress' chest and hips swell, and the stockings' thighs with it. "I told you I can be anything you want." The outfit walked toward you, and you stood stock still as it pressed its chest against yours, wrapping its satin gloves around your rear and squeezing.

You placed your hands on the hips of the empty dress, looking down inside it as you slid your hands back to reciprocate her moves. The hooked clasps, the perfectly-rounded straps, the fully-inflated panties...it was such an uncanny sight. When Jan pressed against you harder, you could actually feel the ass of the dress firm up.

It wasn't the only thing firming up, either. You could see your own outline in your briefs pushing against her from the inside.