Explain to Cody

The air in Hailey’s bedroom crackled with an electric, illicit energy. Cody’s eyes were wide, glued to the stunning, impossible vision of his sister’s naked form, which moved with his best friend’s familiar, confident arrogance.

“Okay,” Cody breathed, his voice rough and strained. “Okay, I believe you. Now… what the hell do we do?”

Aaron-in-Hailey let out a soft, breathy laugh that was entirely his own, a stark contrast to the feminine body producing it. “We sit. We talk. And for the love of god, can I get a robe or something? It’s a little drafty in here.” He gestured down at Hailey’s exposed body with a wry smile.

Cody stumbled backward, fumbling for a plush purple robe hanging on the back of Hailey’s door. He tossed it over, his eyes briefly averting before snapping right back. Aaron caught it and slipped it on, the soft fabric a welcome barrier against the cool air and his own rising, confusing sensations. He tied the belt securely, then sat on the edge of Hailey’s bed, patting the space beside him.

“Dude, this is so messed up,” Cody muttered, sitting down heavily. The bedsprings groaned under his weight.

“You’re telling me,” Aaron said, his voice a blend of Hailey’s tone and his own exasperation. “It started with the notebook. Ramsey gave it to me. Said he was a being of chaos, said he just wanted to be entertained. All I had to do was use my powers for myself.”

Cody’s perverted mind was already calculating. “A possession notebook? That sounds… kinda awesome, actually.”

“It wasn’t. It was a leash. I didn’t want some creepy chaos demon looking over my shoulder, so… I tried to burn it.”

Cody’s jaw dropped. “You burned it? Are you insane? Why wouldn’t you just, I dunno, use it? If it were me, I’d have accepted that deal in a heartbeat. Write a name, possess a supermodel, live a little.” He grinned, a lecherous spark in his eyes. “The possibilities are fucking endless, man.”

A flare of frustration, hot and sharp, washed through Aaron. “It’s not funny, Cody! This is my life!” He shot to his feet, the motion causing Hailey’s breasts to sway gently beneath the thin robe. The sensation was a distracting, pleasant jiggle that made his—her—heart skip a beat. He began to pace, running a hand through Hailey’s long, silky brown hair. “He got out. The fire didn’t kill him; it just set him free. And he was so damn smug about it. He wrote my name in a new notebook and just… pushed me out. I was nothing. Just a ghost watching him wear my skin.” The memory made his spectral form, hovering invisibly nearby, shudder.

The stress was overwhelming. The feel of the soft carpet under bare feet, the gentle weight on his chest, the scent of Hailey’s coconut shampoo—it was all a constant, thrilling, and terrifying reminder of his power and his powerlessness. He stopped pacing and pressed the heels of Hailey’s hands against his temples, swaying slightly. “I don’t know how to get him out. I don’t know how to get back in. I’m stuck like this, watching some ancient asshole ruin my life!”

From the bed, Cody watched the display with rapt attention. The emotional distress was clear on Hailey’s face, but the way Aaron carried her body, the raw frustration in the movements, was a bizarre and powerful aphrodisiac. His eyes traveled down the robe, which had fallen open slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of smooth cleavage and a taut nipple. A slow, warm trickle started from his left nostril. He wiped at it absently, his fingers coming away red with a nosebleed. He didn’t even seem to notice.

“I just… I need a plan. I need to think,” Aaron murmured, more to himself than to Cody, still massing his—her—temples.

Cody stood up, a predator’s grace in his muscular frame. He moved behind Aaron-in-Hailey, his voice a low, husky whisper near her ear. “It’s gonna be okay, man. We’ll figure it out.” His hands came up, not to offer a comforting pat on the shoulder, but to settle firmly on the lush curves of Hailey’s ass, squeezing the pliant flesh through the soft robe.

A sharp, startled yelp escaped Aaron’s lips—a high, feminine sound that sent a new jolt through him. He froze, the sensation of Cody’s strong, possessive grip flooding his system with a heat that was entirely separate from his panic. It was a raw, physical feedback that shot straight to Hailey’s core, a low thrum of arousal beginning to pulse there, answering a call he hadn’t meant to make.

“Dude!! That's still me!!"

"Sorry it's just right there. Now what you will do, are you going to stay in my sister?"