Just about

Author's note: So this chapter ended up taking a slightly more serious turn and begins to deal a bit with the morality of what the characters are doing. I tried to stop it from getting too heavy, as I generally want to explore the more fun and exciting side of possession/body swapping, but felt compelled to write this particular chapter and branch this way. I appreciate this won't be for everyone, but the benefits of the 'choose your own adventure' format is you can always select a different path! Anyway, thank you to everyone that reads my stuff and especially to those that leave a like or a comment :)

Before Adam could finish his sentence, Helen bent over and immediately started to retch. Adam rushed to her, but not quickly enough. She was violently sick, vomit splattering across the ground in front of her.

"Ugh," she groaned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She straightened up and took a couple of steps. "I think I'm going to be sick again."

Adam caught her as she slumped, and then he felt her stomach heave and a stream of sick erupted from her mouth. He held her tightly as she puked again and again, her whole body convulsing with each heave. Thankfully most of the mess landed on the ground.

"Jesus," Adam muttered, holding her head up. "Are you alright?"

Helen coughed, and her head slumped forward. She was breathing heavily. "I'll be fine," she croaked, wiping her mouth. "Just give me a minute."

Adam did his best to support her weight as she tried to regain her strength.

"How are we going to get home like this?" he asked, glancing towards the alley entrance. "I could carry you, I guess."

Helen looked up, and Adam saw the glimmer of a smile on her lips. Even with her make-up streaked across her face, the odd streak of cum here and there, and traces of vomit on her chin, Maisie's youthful beauty shone through.

"Aww," Helen cooed, reaching up to touch his cheek. "My big, strong man."

Adam shook his head, but couldn't help but smile. She was obviously still drunk.

"Come on, let me carry you," he said, bending down and scooping her up. Helen gave a little squeal and threw her arms around his neck. He carried her bridal-style, her head resting against his chest.

"Ooh, move slowly, please," Helen muttered, closing her eyes. "I don't want to be sick again."

Adam crept along the alley, trying his best not to jostle his passenger. When they emerged from the alley and back into the street, Helen's eyes opened, and she looked around.

"I can't see anyone," she said, her voice soft. "Just keep moving, but try and act normal."

"Normal?" Adam said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm carrying a teenage girl in my arms who is being possessed by my girlfriend, and she's covered in her own vomit, not to mention some of my spunk."

"Alright, just try and not draw attention to yourself," Helen said, closing her eyes again.

"Fine," Adam replied.

He set off, walking as fast as he could without disturbing Helen too much. It was late, and the streets seemed fairly empty, and the few people he did pass seemed far more concerned with their own business.

After a few minutes of walking, they had made it to the bottom of their road. Helen was starting to doze, her arms slipping from around his neck.

"Helen, we're almost there," Adam whispered, shaking her gently.

She opened her eyes and nodded, straightening up in his arms. Adam quickened his pace, eager to get inside and out of sight. They were only a few houses away when a voice called out.

"Adam? Is that you?"

Adam's heart leapt in his chest. He turned and saw Clive, his middle-aged neighbour, ambling towards them. He had his usual friendly grin on his face, and was holding a torch.

"It is you," Clive said, pointing the torch at them.

"Oh, hey Clive," Adam replied, trying his best to appear casual. "Why have you got a torch? It's not that dark."

Clive laughed and shuffled towards them. "Donna has lost an earring," he explained. "And she won't rest until we've found it." He approached Adam, his eyes focused on Helen. "Who's that you've got there?"

"This is Maisie," Adam said, trying to shield her from Clive's gaze. "She's... umm... my cousin. She's a bit tipsy, and I'm helping her get home."

Clive peered at her. "Maisie? Oh dear, she doesn't look very well."

Adam shuffled away from Clive, turning his body. "No, she's fine, honestly. I'd better get her home. Don't want Helen to worry."

"Ah, yes. I see. Well, have a good night. Tell Helen I say hello."

"Will do, Clive," Adam said, nodding. "I'll catch you later."

He hurried away, his eyes fixed on the driveway. As soon as reached the front door, he eased Helen out of his arms and lowered her to the ground.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, rummaging in his pockets for his keys.

"I'll be fine," Helen murmured. "Clive's a nosy twat."

"He's nice enough," Adam said, sliding his key into the lock. "Come on, let's get inside."

They entered the house and Adam closed the door. He turned and saw Helen, a glazed expression on her face.

"Oh no, not again," Adam groaned.

Helen bent forward and vomited, spraying the wooden floor with her sick.

"For fuck's sake," Adam muttered. He looked at her, kneeling in front of him, her head drooping.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice muffled. "Just get me to the bathroom."

Adam helped her to her feet, and half carried her upstairs. She was barely able to stand, and stumbled and swayed as they made their way to the bathroom. Once inside, he helped her kneel next to the toilet and he pulled the lid up.

"Will you be ok for a minute?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Helen replied, gripping the toilet bowl.

"I'll quickly clean up the hallway and then come back and sort you out."

Helen nodded and Adam left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

As he made his way downstairs, Adam began to realise the predicament they were in. Before Helen could leave Maisie's body, she would have to be bathed, cleaned up, and any evidence of their activities would have to be removed. Now they were home, that was easy enough, but what if Maisie's family started to wonder where she was? It would have to wait until the morning, at least, and by then they could have reported her missing.

As Adam cleaned the hall floor, his mind continued to attempt to work out the problem. He wasn't the best at coming up with ideas and solutions, that was more Helen's area of expertise. Why did she have to be so drunk?

He was just finishing up when he heard the shower start. Adam dumped the mop and bucket in the kitchen and raced upstairs. He entered into the bathroom and was greeted with a cloud of steam. Through the fog, he could see Helen, in Maisie's body, sitting on the floor of the shower, the hot water spraying down on her. She was naked, and she had her legs pulled up to her chest, her head resting on her knees.

"Hey," Adam said, shutting the door behind him.

She jumped and looked up. Her face was covered in black streaks from her mascara, and her lipstick was smeared across her chin. The hot water had started to remove the worst of the stains, and her skin was looking less dirty, but she was still a mess.

"Hey," Helen replied.

"How are you feeling?" Adam asked, crouching down in front of her.

"Just peachy," she said, giving him a weak smile. "This is kind of fucked. We shouldn't have done this." Her head slumped down onto her knees.

"We'll fix it, don't worry," Adam assured her. "We just need to get Maisie's body washed and into bed, and then we can get some sleep. In the morning, things will look better."

"I just about managed to message her mum," Helen said, her voice low. "I said that she was sleeping over at a friend's house and not to expect her home, not that she'll care."

"That's good. That should buy us some time," Adam said.

"Yeah. This was a stupid fucking idea. I'm so sorry," Helen said, her voice trembling.

"Hey, it's fine," Adam said, reaching into the shower and touching her arm. "Maisie won't remember anything, and nobody will know."

Helen sniffed, and then peered up at him. She looked absolutely miserable, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"She won't remember," Helen murmured, "but I will. And I've been poking around in her mind. She's got a pretty shitty life, Adam. Parents are divorced. Dad is a fucking prick, and her mum is an alcoholic. Maisie's been looking after herself since she was thirteen."

"Shit, really?" Adam said, his heart sinking. "I had no idea."

Helen nodded. "She's been through some fucked-up stuff." She sighed. "And here I am, using her like a toy. Taking over her body, getting her drunk, and then letting you have your way with her."

Adam was silent. He didn't know how to respond.

"I want to help her," Helen said, wiping her nose. "I don't know how, but I want to."

"Ok, we can talk about that tomorrow. For now, let's just focus on getting her body clean," Adam said. "We need to wash her hair, and get all of this make-up off."

Helen sniffed, and then sat upright. She looked a little more composed, although her eyes were red and puffy.

"Thanks, Adam," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you."