Possess her

I stared at her, still trying to process what had just happened. The kiss had left you breathless, and my mind was reeling with the implications of this newfound power. Catwoman's eyes sparkled with amusement as she waited for my next command.I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But then, a curious thought occurred to me. I wanted to experience the world through her eyes, to feel her body move and respond to my thoughts.

"Let me try something," I whispered. Catwoman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" she asked, her voice low and husky. Taking a deep breath, focusing your mind.

"I want to see the world through your eyes," I said, my voice still barely above a whisper. Catwoman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. I focused my mind, trying to will myself into her body. At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then, I felt a strange sensation, like my consciousness was being pulled apart and put back together again.

The next thing I knew, I was seeing the world from a completely new perspective. I was looking out from behind Catwoman's eyes, seeing myself slumped against the wall, looking rather dazed and confused.

I looked down at my new body, at Catwoman's body. My eyes scanned the curves and lines of her figure, taking in the sleek black leather bodysuit that hugged her athletic physique. The gloves that covered her hands seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room, and the high heel boots that encased her feet made her legs seem impossibly long. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was now inhabiting this body, that I was now Catwoman.

I stood up from the chair, my body moving with a fluid grace that I knew I never possessed. I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, my eyes taking in the sight of myself. I was Catwoman. I was wearing the sleek black leather bodysuit, the gloves, the boots.

I ran my hands over my body, feeling the firmness of my abs, the curves of my hips, the muscles in my arms. I flexed my fingers, admiring the way the gloves fit perfectly, like a second skin.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the reflection staring back at me. Catwoman's piercing eyes seemed to gleam with mischief, and her full lips curved into a sly smile. I ran my hands over my new body, feeling the supple leather of the suit and the softness of my own skin beneath. It was a strange, liberating sensation, like I had shed my old self and slipped into a new, more confident persona.

I pondered my next move, my mind racing with possibilities. I could prowl the streets of town, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I stalked through the shadows.