Variations on a theme

When Jane turned around, she was... different. In the dark, it was hard to know what was wrong, so you clicked a light on next to you.

"Oh god, this is weird," Jane said, and it definitely sounded like your girlfriend was the one saying it. But her hair had re-styled itself, into the loose braids that reminded you of... Jan. Her body also seemed to slim up, finding an average between Jan's thin form and your girlfriend's thicker body type. It reminded you of the enhanced shape Jan had made to take--she apparently liked those C-cups enough to replicate them, just through your fiancée's body this time. Her eye color had shifted, taking on Jan's green irises.

Jane ran her hands along her slimmer tummy and slightly less pronounced hips, though her movements seemed appreciative rather than shocked. "She's... she's moving me. Jan's controlling my body..! And what's up with my hair!"

Jane's exclamation made sense, as you watched her fluid movements, more like a dancer than your girlfriend would normally be. Jan spoke, but her voice and words were disembodied, as your girlfriend seemed to drop into a yoga pose in front of you, surprising since she had never once showed an interest in yoga, save for the fashionable legwear. But here she was, expertly stretching out, like she was testing how limber she was. "Neat, isn't it John? With enough power from that ghost machine, me and the other ladies have so much control over a body, including how it looks. Although, the attire doesn't quite match, but I have everyone's outfits in my apartment for safekeeping right now. On top of that, we can control her pretty easily!"

You stared at your smiling girlfriend, puzzled. "You seem pretty happy about this."

"I'm not..!" you heard Jane say, through her smile. Even her words weren't convincing, as her tone didn't sound angry at all. "I'm furious, actually. But she's making me smile, the only thing I can do is talk..."

"We felt it wouldn't be fair for her to be totally isolated from her own body," Jan said, stretching Jane's arms upward. "So, anyway. All of us decided we would each get a day with you, in Jane's body. She'll take on traits of our appearance, we'll move her how we want, but you can still talk with her. And of course, we'll still help with wedding plans! Since some of us might have so much fun, we might want to stick around for it... maybe the honeymoon... maybe years later..."

Jane's body shuddered in excitement, but your girlfriend didn't seem so thrilled, at least that's what you deduced from her word choice rather than her expressions. "I should be able to do what I want, when I want, without a load of losers who couldn't figure out how to get John to go on a date with them! Get out of me!"

"We are staying put. We can just totally lock you away, Jane, until we're done having fun. You can watch everything we do and say from the furthest part in your mind, if you would prefer. Or, you could cooperate, and maybe you will even like all the fun we have with John and you! Each one of us are eager to express ourselves through you, to make you like us, and show John that anything you can do, we can do better, through you. Day one starts in the morning with a new one of us in control, so I hope you both rest well."

Despite her continued vocal protests, Jane found herself crawling into bed, lying down next to you, staring up at you with a smile. "I hate these girls this so much right now," is all she could say in a happy, sleepy voice. And then she closed her eyes, **** into dreamland, as her body slept.

You watched your fiancée for a bit, before trying to sleep yourself. This was going to be a long week, if you were about to have to deal with six variants of Jane in your life.