The Grocery Store

As Stacy pulled into the parking lot of her usual supermarket, she could feel the fabric grip on her body tighten, like an angry child squeezing a doll. "What is the meaning of this?" Jezebel fired at her victim, who could feel herself quake with the ghost's anger. Too late to back out now, Stacy steeled herself for the battle of her life.

"Sorry, bitch, but I'm not letting you just highjack my life. Get used to being a passenger until I get rid of you." She braced every fiber of her being to combat the spirit's ****. She waited, not daring to be caught off guard. After a few minutes of ambience, she let her shoulder's droop in acceptance. "That's what I thought." She mumbled in victory, dropping her keys into her purse and exiting the car. Stacy was used to putting people in their place with her strong, demanding voice, so she wasn't surprised the ghost gave up. She strode across the lot, confidently swaying her hips as she retained full control of body. She watched her still altered figure naturally roll it's improved curves with every clicking step, but at least it was her choice. If it wasn't to spite her new poltergeist, she would be willing to still pick up a man tonight, but exorcising her wardrobe was now her weekend plan.

The automatic doors glided open with a welcoming ding, and she tucked a hand basket in the crook of her slender arm. Stacy moved with purpose, still wary of the hooker in her clothes, but she didn't notice any pinching or tugging like back at her house. She kept herself alert as she went through her shopping. She knew the short list of necessary purchases in her head, so she would make this quick and hurry back home. She approached the aisles of food, passing by a few other customers who not-so-subtly admired her curvy figure. When she found the first thing she needed, she was anxious to see a shopper standing close by and they were male. She approached slowly, waiting for a sign of supernatural interference, but Jezebel remained dormant. Stacy sighed, convinced the spirit must have given up.

Her content sigh attracted the attention of the man, who until now had been debating between brands. His gaze started at the floor as he turned his focus, gliding up each oscillating curve of her silhouette from her narrow ankles to her wide hips, lingering on her exposed skin. She shifted her posture under his hungry stare, unaware of Jezebel's subconscious control.