Pondering what to do now that I've possessed Emily.

I stare at Emily's reflection for a very long time, rarely even blinking, while I recall and review all my recent experiences that drove me to this point.
It's been a ride. That's all I can say right now with my general lack of information. I don't even know what happened to me to end up transformed into this disgusting creature: A big slimy slug, and a very special one that turns out it's able to take control of human bodies by nestling in their brains. It's like the worst perversion of nature... though I highly doubt nature had anything to do with it.

So that's what I am now: nothing less than an invasive parasite. -I let out a tense laugh- And I, or at least the true 'me', is burrowed somewhere inside this head?
I grab and rub Emily's head with both her hands, passing her thin fingers through her silky short hair, almost as if trying to figure out if there is anything out of place. Even after more than a month of living as a crawling bug, my mind still remembers my whole life as a human, so even though I used to be an average-looking guy and now I've 'become' a petite girl, there is still a whole sense of vague familiarity coming from Emily's human physique. And I can't help but bask on it. It just feels so damn good to be human again.

"...though I wonder what would show up if they ever did an MRI scan on my brain." I say with a chuckle.

Hahh, I can't quite get used to this strange high-pitched voice. I sound way too feminine.

"Aaahh, ooohhhh... heeeeh... heEEEEeeeoooouuuuuuhhhh....... A, B, Ceee! One, two, threeeeee....!" I keep testing my new voice in different tones and volumes. Which I find quite amusing for a while.
However, not even when I **** Emily's throat to produce the lowest tone it can physically produce do I sound even remotely masculine. At best, my voice sounds like a 6 year old trying to imitate the speech of the male villain from one of his cartoons.

It makes me wonder how the hell does Emily manage to ever get taken seriously when both her looks and voice are so painfully cute.

"Haahhhhh..." I sigh, dispirited, and then I look down.
A cute girl, huh?

I pull Emily's pajama pants left and right, making the fabric over the crotch to tense up, which reveals a completely flat surface. There really is nothing there.

I have the faint feeling that I should be panicking in this situation. But as logic goes, the normally disturbing absence of my dick is getting overshadowed by my significantly worse experience of being turned into a mutant slug and being thrown into a jar. By now I might've developed some degree of immunity against traumatic experiences.

However, pulling my pajama is making me notice something, and remember even more: my crotch is completely wet... and it kinda smells.
Damn, Emily really did piss herself when I possessed her, huh?

And it's not the only thing. There are parched tear marks all over her face, dried snot under her nose and faint lines near her lips, which tells me of dry unwashed drool. She really had a hard time, huh? Well, not that I care. After the living hell I've been experiencing under her 'care', I have no sympathy for this college girl. In my very honest and completely unbiased viewpoint, she totally deserves what happened. Emily's unfortunate fate is the result of her fucking around and finding out.

The only thing I really care about is that now I have to live as her, which obviously means I have to perform her daily needs, starting by washing her stinky body.
...actually, I have to do way more than just washing once I get to the bathroom. After all, I ate an ungodly ammount of food yesterday.

With a hesitant hand, I carefully caress Emily's ass, sliding my borrowed hand all over her modest but curvy buttock. It feels good. Smaller, but softer than that of my girlfriend. I guess that's a given, since Nadia is studying to be a fitness instructor, and she has to play the part.

I don't bask too much on it though. As much as I'd like to lay down and spend the next hour getting 'familiar' with each and every curve of my new delicate body, my debauched urgency to explore what I got is nothing compared to nature's call.

So... this is me now: a cute girl living in a college dorm house who is about to take the biggest crap in our combined lives.

I keep laughing all the way to the bathroom, which I somehow know where it is.
Man, I'm really not looking forward to this.

NOTE: In spite of this ending, there won't be any following scenes with fecophilia. At least not from me.
I'm writing this in case someone would think wrongly.