They go to bed

Helen had woken up early the following morning, struggling to sleep anyway. Mercifully, due to Maisie's youthful body, the effects of the **** had mostly worn off, and her hangover wasn't as bad as she had expected. She slipped out of bed and padded into the bathroom, and as she looked in the mirror she couldn't help but stare at the girl who stared back.

Without the layers of make-up, Maisie was a very pretty girl. Her features were delicate and youthful, though her complexion was slightly blotchy, with a scattering of spots across her forehead and cheeks. She had a cute button nose, and her brown eyes were framed with long lashes. Her brown hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, the pink streaks mostly at the tips.

Maisie's body was lithe, and her curves were subtle and natural. Her breasts were fuller than her own, and her nipples were a dark, rosy colour. Her stomach was surprisingly toned, and her hips flared out slightly, giving her a pleasing hourglass shape. Maisie's legs were long and shapely, and Helen guessed she was several inches taller than her own body.

Helen realised she was ogling, and **** herself to look away. She grabbed her toothbrush and cleaned her teeth, and then splashed her face with water.

"I need to get some clothes on," she said to herself.

She left the bathroom and crept across the landing, back into the bedroom. Adam was still asleep, his arm flung across the bed, snoring softly. Helen smiled and tip-toed towards the chest of drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of knickers. She slipped them on, conscious of how tight they were on Maisie's plumper rear. Helen reached for a bra, but stopped herself. There was no way Maisie's large, perky tits would fit in one of her bras. Instead, she pulled out one of her oversized T-shirts, and slipped it over her head.

Helen glanced at herself in the mirror and saw that the shirt barely covered her bum and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

"That'll have to do," she muttered.

Sufficiently dressed, she quietly crept out of the bedroom and into the office. Closing the door behind her, she had to suppress a gasp when she saw her own body still slumped in the chair.

"Shit, I forgot about that," she muttered, approaching her body. It had been left vacant since she'd left yesterday evening to go to the pub, and she had to admit, the sight was a little disturbing. Her body was limp, and her head was drooping.

"I'll just push you out of the way for now," Helen said, grabbing the arms of the chair. She wheeled her lifeless body out of the way and then turned to the desk.

The spellbook was open, the pages displaying the Astral Projection spell she had used last night. She sighed, remembering the events of the previous evening. They had had fun, but it had been irresponsible. She hadn't even considered the impact on Maisie.

"But that's what I'm going to fix," Helen said, nodding to herself.

She began to flick through the book, scanning the pages, hoping for inspiration. Surely there was some spell or other that could help Maisie. As with before, most of the spells were illegible, the words seeming to dance and squirm on the page. Helen's brow furrowed as she flicked through, her frustration growing.

"There must be something," she muttered, turning the page. She stopped, staring at the spell that was written there. "Substitute soul," she read aloud, her eyes scanning the spell. It appeared to be an accompanying spell to the astral projection. It created a temporary soul to inhabit and pilot someone's body whilst they were astral projecting.

"At least this will mean my body won't be left here like a vegetable," Helen mused, reading the spell. From what she could understand, the substitute soul would act and behave exactly as she would. "It can go to work for me," she added, giggling.

Happy she understood how the spell worked, Helen placed a hand on the forehead of her empty body, and started to chant the spell. The words were short and easy to remember, and as she finished the last syllable, she felt a surge of energy course through her and into her body. The vacant body twitched, and then its head jerked up.

"Ow, my head," the body moaned, lifting its hands to its head. "I must have been sitting awkwardly. My neck is killing me."

Helen yanked her hand away and backed away from the chair. Suddenly seeing her body moving and talking under the magic's influence was a bit too much.

"Hey," her body said, smiling. "You seem nervous. Is something wrong?"

"You're, err, the spell! It worked!" Helen exclaimed.

Her body gave her a quizzical look. "Yes, of course it did. And now I'll take care of your body while you're in Maisie's, ok? You don't have to worry."

"Oh, err, yeah, thanks. It's just, weird. Seeing my body moving on it's own like this," Helen stammered.

Her body gave a knowing nod. "I guess it would be a bit strange, but you don't have to worry, it'll be fine. I won't do anything you wouldn't do. Unless you asked me too, of course."

"Great, well, that's settled then," Helen said, trying her best to sound casual.

"I'll leave you to it, then," her body said, getting up from the chair. "I've got to get ready for work, don't want to be late!"

Helen watched in bemusement as her body strode out of the room, and she heard the bathroom door click shut.

"Well, that was fucking bizarre," she muttered, turning back to the desk. She pulled over the chair and sat down. "What now?"