Short-lived Show-off

Jan smiled at you, a smile you recognized as belonging to someone else. "Hmm... I can see it in your eyes, John. You actually kinda like this new 'Jan', huh? Don't worry. She and I will take good care of you."

Jan takes a slightly twitchy step back, before she reaches down to remove her ill-fitting yoga clothes, made so by her body's recent expansion. The result still wasn't as generous as Jane's body was, but this was one instance where perhaps less was more--Jan's shape contoured so well with these new proportions that it only provided a sort of elegant beauty to her. It matched her lifestyle, as well--she looked like the kind of yoga instructors you would want to take a class or two from, see what kind of things they might be able to do with the downward-facing dog pose...

"So, what do you think? Should I play it up and be the little angel that Jan normally is? Or..." Jan steps over toward the blinds of the window overlooking a part of town that often has high volumes of traffic. She pulls up the blinds, looking outside at the people driving by, her breasts clearly visible if someone were to look up. "Maybe more of a dev...il?" The brief pause was a sizable spasm that you knew must have been Jan's doing. She only ends up giggling, however. "Ooh, somebody does not want to walk the devilish side..."

Jan suddenly pressed her breasts up against the window, making it profoundly obvious to anyone driving by that her visible toplessness was no mere accident! She starts yanking at her hair gently, undoing the band at the bottom and slowly undoing the loose braids her hair was typically kept in, allowing her hair to frolic over her shoulders. As she pushed her upper body against the window further, she wiggled her hips at you while some cars honked appreciatively outside. "What do you say, tiger? Have you got something you want to gi...ive me?" Another spasm, one that caused Jan to bonk her head against the glass. "Ow, by the way. She's so feisty, don't you think? It might look like she doesn't want to do this, but I think you should interpret those little blips as her wanting a head start on the action!"

You reached over, and tugged the enhanced Jan away from the window, staring into her eyes--but looking for Jane. "Cut it out, hon. You're going too far, Jan is our neighbor! It's one thing if she actually did give you the go-ahead to stick her tits up against the window, but I'd bet money that she didn't."

Two more spasms caused the body to rock a bit--and then a third almost knocked her to the ground! You held Jan so she wouldn't get hurt. "What's going on?"

"I'm... I don't know, she gave me a really hard shove on that last one and something is... it's like I'm losing my grip..."

You picked Jan up and carried her to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed. The spasms were more frequent after about a minute, and she groaned and writhed around on the covers.

This was definitely more the kind of ghost-like behavior you expected. You might as well have exorcised her in that moment.

In the blink of an eye, Jane rolled out of Jan, becoming a whole person once more, lying next to Jan on the bed! It must have drawn out a ton of energy from them both, as both Jan and Jane were entirely ****. More messes for you to clean up...

You hoisted a naked Jane off the bed and to Jan's couch briefly, just so you could make sure Jan was okay. She looked like she was back to normal, not exactly in a restful sleep but definitely a deep one. The only thing you could think to do was slide Jan under the covers, tucking her in so she would be somewhere warm.

Given that your girlfriend was solid once more, you wrapped her in a blanket as well, though solely so you could transport her from one apartment to the other and hopefully anyone who might see you at that moment would only ask half as many questions about why you were carrying around an **** girl over your shoulders. Looking out the front door to see that the coast was clear, you hurried to take your girlfriend back into the confines of your apartment, and deposited her--slightly less gently--on to your shared bed.

You made sure the doors and blinds were shut and that everything looked normal in both apartments before you eventually returned to your place. Jan was in bed and was in need of some profuse apologies from your fiancée when she awakens. Jane was in the same state, but at the moment, your sympathy for her was harder to find.

About four hours later, in the middle of a Sentinels game, Jane stumbles in, wearing a bathrobe, holding her head. "Oh, ouch... what happened...?"

"You screwed up."

"I screwed up..." Jane groans, shuffling her feet on the floor as the earlier events started coming back to her. "...I did screw up..! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I got so carried away like that. You don't know what it's like, being this being where emotions are hard to grasp because, like, I don't get nervous since I can't get butterflies in my stomach without a stomach, and... I'm just so, so sorry."

You shook your head, hit the mute button, and turned over in the couch to look at Jane. "You don't need to apologize to me. I'm not angry or anything, though admittedly I'm a bit disturbed by how easily you let go of things like human courtesy. It's Jan that deserves an apology though. She might be waking up around now too, and I know she was conscious during that whole deal."

"You're right..." once again bound to earthly concepts like responsibility, Jane took a deep breath and shuffled out of the apartment, heading next door to try and make amends, although you wouldn't be surprised if Jan didn't forgive her.

About five minutes later, Jane walked back, with a very concerned expression on her face. "I didn't say sorry to her yet."

"And why not?"

Jane inhaled sharply, her mouth open but teeth closed in as she grimaced. "She's, uh, gone."