Home alone

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 3: Home Alone

Steve (in Francine’s body) watched from the window as Stan’s car pulled out of the driveway. As soon as it disappeared down the street, he let out a huge, excited breath.

“Holy crap… I’m home alone. In Mom’s body.”

He looked over at his real teenage body still lying unconscious on the bed, then back at Francine’s reflection in the mirror. A big, mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Okay… this is too good to waste.”

Steve spent the next hour having the time of his life. He raided Francine’s closet and tried on outfit after outfit — tight dresses, yoga pants, fancy blouses — taking silly selfies and videos the whole time. He posed in front of the mirror, bouncing on his toes to watch how her chest moved, twirling to see the skirt flare out, and laughing at how ridiculous (and kind of awesome) it felt.

He even went downstairs and took a bunch of goofy pictures: Francine’s body making funny faces while eating cereal like a slob, doing awkward dance moves in the living room, and holding up Klaus’s fishbowl like they were taking a selfie together.

At one point he sat on the couch next to his unconscious original body and took a silly photo of “Francine” giving the sleeping Steve a noogie.

“This is gonna be legendary,” he said, giggling in her voice. “The guys are never gonna believe this… but I probably shouldn’t send these. Yet.”

Steve kept exploring, trying on makeup, playing with her long hair, and generally treating the day like the ultimate video game character creator — all while his real body remained passed out upstairs.

He was having way too much fun.