Perhaps a different bodies are in order. This one is still exhausted.

You fly out of Wendy, grinning as you watch her collapse onto her bed next to Jean. They both looks so enticing, but both of them are too exhausted to hold your attention. Maybe you'll return to her later, after they recharged.

You look out the window and see a fantastic red-head walking her dog. You jump down and trot along behind her for a bit, giggling with pleasure as you mimic her sway and letting your body slowly merge with hers. The dog yaps as its mistress swerves drunkenly and nearly falls over, but you catch her just in time.

"Oh my, this is nice!" you exclaim in your new, piping voice. You run your hands over her breasts. "I know, let's go to the park!"

Once there you let the dog run free while you stretch out on the grass and pleasure your new body nakedly and without shame. The explosion as you climax actually rockets you out of her body.

On the other side of the small pond you spot what looks like a college guy and his girlfriend quietly making out. "Heh, let's give him a thrill," you laugh to yourself.

You push yourself up her pussy, which sets off an orgasm in her. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" you find yourself screaming when you're inside her. He looks slightly freaked out. You push him onto his back, straddle him, and rip off your top. "Mmmm!" you moan as you fondle your breasts. You slide your hand down the front of jeans and stroke yourself until you cum again. The whole time he just stares at you, dumbfounded.

"Let's see who else we can have fun with!" you say, ignoring him. You leap from her body and fly up over the trees. There are so many, so many ...

* * * * *

The day passes and the light fades. You spend the night in the bed and body of a girl you picked up inside a McDonalds. She was on a date, but you abandoned him, first for a quick bit of fun in the bathroom, and then for her own bed when she proved so much fun.

* * * * *

The week passes, and it occurs to you that there would be even more women in a big city. It's hot and humid this time of year. They're probably wearing next to nothing.

* * * * *

Months pass. It's been weeks since you've even been in a solid, physical form. As a "ghost" you don't need to eat or sleep or drink, so it is often easiest just to stay in that form. And by now there is no point in worrying what your parents are thinking or wondering; you've been gone too long.