The Very Pretty Neighbor Lady.

Living in the home right next to yours is your neighbor, Mrs. Sanders. She's been an object of your affection for years. Mostly because she's a stone cold fox and a textbook MILF. You have watched from afar for some time but now you have the chance to get closer than any one else. Inside her. Not like inside her as in having sex with her but literally inside of her brain.

Its the middle of the day on a weekend. Mrs. Sanders is home. You open your window and transform into your spectral form. Your clothes drop to the floor as you turn from flesh to smoke and fly out of the window. You make your way across the yard and through a crack in the fence to the house next door. You peer through a window into the Sanders home. She is wearing a blue sundress with a pattern of white flowers on it and her long tresses of blonde hair look like gold in the midday sun. She is at the kitchen sink, washing dishes. Perfect.

You manage to get through a gap in the window and behind Mrs. Sanders. You curl your smokey form around her head. You **** your way into her mouth and down her throat. You feel yourself filling her up, the grey nothing that is you taking over her mind and body. The only sound that is made is her gasping as her thoughts are supplanted by yours. You are now her.

A smile comes to your new face as you drop the dish Mrs. Sanders was washing and look down at your new body. You take a finger and pull open the top of your sundress, looking down at your cleavage. Two perfect DD breasts held in a lacy black bra with white trim. She was planning for a great night. Reaching down, you grab the bottom of your sundress and rip it off. Your bra is matched by a pair of black panties as well, pulled snugly against your pussy. You lean against the counter-top and slip one of your dainty hands inside your panties. Touching your clit sends a shock through you, a sexual thrill that your masculine mind can barely understand. You can't help but giggle at the sheer joy that the feeling gives you. You slowly rub at the spot, the feeling returning in ****.

In your exploration, you almost don't heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Someone else is entering the Sanders home and you bet they aren't a spectral body-snatcher like you.