Phase 3

I tested the restraints on me wiggling as much as I could. After a few attempts of no progress I gave up and looked around the dark room. Only the light above, shining right on me, gave me any source to survey my surroundings. This tactic failed me too. I began to think my plan was falling apart, that the X-Men got me tied up more than I thought until my moment of clarity.

The moment of clarity was my powers. My newly acquired form of being dead allowed me to finally transverse between bodies. I could enter, but could I also exit? So I put that theory to the test and exerted enough **** to launch my spectral form out of Betsy's body into the air above.

At that moment light abruptly entered the room. The light trailed from a door and in that doorway was a woman. A woman clad in scantily white clothing, as if she was about to provide some sort of service in a club environment. Her long blonde hair swayed naturally as if it was stuck in all the right moments. And her icy blue lips pursed together as if this whole exercise was a waste of her precious time. Eventually she stepped into the room, but she didn't move more than one step. Then she touched her right hand to her temple and closed her eyes in concentration. After a few moments she opened her eyes and smiled, moving closer to Betsy's **** form. I hovered in the air right above them, knowing that neither of them could detect my presence.

The woman in white leaned over into Betsy's face and with a look of disgust she backhanded her across the face. Betsy's face flies upward facing the ceiling and lying there. "Wake up you swimsuit reject! Can't you see we're on a timetable."

Betsy's face shows no sign of registering the hit. She stills looks blissfully knocked out. You think to yourself that your powers naturally keep your previous body asleep for a very decent amount of time. These powers were very useful.

The woman in white turns around to face the direction of the doorway. She screams as if someone was watching, "Ugh, this is no use Kate! She knocked out so cleanly I can't even sift through her head."

Another figure stands in the doorway. She slowly inches forward as if she is weary of Bestsy's presence. "Really? The great Emma Frost can't sift through the mind of a sleeping baby?"

"She is not a baby, Kate. She's a telepath like me and apparently has gotten to whole new level behind my back. That bitch!" Emma moves toward Kate and almost makes it to the doorway.

"W-where do you t-think you're g-going?" Kate says, leaving Emma to stop in her tracks.

Emma turns to face Kate, but notices her shaken state. A smile appears on her face, a mischievous one at that. "Ah, so it it true."

"W-what's true?" Kate asks.

"You did the nasty with her. Oh, that is rich!" Emma starts to reel over with laughter.

Kate regains her air confidence and immediately turns to outright annoyance. "What!? I did not!"

Emma continues to laugh making Kate even more flustered. You start to float towards the door, now no longer entertained by this interaction. Then an idea pops into your head, a very fun idea. You continue to float towards the doorway, but you stop just right above Emma. Then you lower your spectral form into her. As you enter her body she jolts upright and immediately ceases her laughter.

This sudden silence from Emma grabs Kate's suspicion. "Um, y-you ok? Emma?" You stare back at Kate and quickly place your lips into a sexy smirk.

"Never better Kitty-cat."

Kate's face starts to show signs of fear as you start to approach her. She starts to back away into the opposite corner of the room.

"Where ya going? Don't we need to finish our earlier activity? Now that we're all alone, it can be even more fun." Your head starts to feel fuzzy and then Kate drops to her knees, moaning. You move your right hand over your left arm and purr, "Another telepathy, huh? This place is full of them."

Another fuzzy feeling crosses your mind and Kate starts to chant out random phrases of your choosing. "C-come get me my q-queen. I want you, no, I need you." Kate then pushes herself onto her butt and spreads her legs to let me see how wet she has gotten.

"Phase 3 is definitely a go," You say.