ALTERNATIVE PLAN

Billy began to devise what he needed for his plan. First, he thought about the characteristics of his ideal person:

First and foremost, they had to be a person with a good social status. The reason Billy didn't take just anyone's life is that it would mean having to work again, something Billy was not very willing to do.

Second, no men. The idea of having a different body from the one he had when he was alive is frankly unpleasant to him, and the idea of controlling a woman like a puppet seems more amusing than possessing a man.

And that brings me to my third point: it has to be a woman without a husband or boyfriend of any kind. The idea of being penetrated doesn't bring any amusement either.

So, in summary, he needed to find a relatively wealthy woman without a spouse.

Here enters a dilemma for Billy. Where would he find a woman with those characteristics? Billy racked his brains thinking, and as a stroke of inspiration, he solved two of his problems. Going to a country club could solve the finding a wealthy woman part, and with some trial and error with his powers, he could find exactly what he needed.

Now, with a somewhat plausible plan, Billy, who was floating about a meter above the ground at the moment, got to work.

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A few days passed since Billy began his search. Finding a country club in the city wasn't too difficult. Because he was looking for a very specific kind of woman that met his needs. This meant the list of possible candidates drawn wasn’t too long. He was in the last stages of making his choice after discarding numerous prospects. He made up his mind after mulling over the final decision.

Billy passed through the gym, spotting the black-haired woman with the huge tits who would have made him instantly pop a boner if were still alive. He was tempted to take her for his new body, feeling a last-minute sense of missing out on something good, like a huge discount on a sale, but he **** himself to move on without looking back. He had somebody in mind who equally served his purposes.

Alexis was a woman around his age at 23, with curly, long brown hair and blue eyes. Billy had spotted her playing tennis with an older woman he had first assumed was her sister because of their striking resemblance to one another, but he later came to find out she was in fact her 47-year-old mother, Martha. On the court, the mother-daughter pair played against each other with the rugged sort of competitiveness of great rivals, contesting every ball with dogged energy and determination - never allowing the other an inch to gain an advantage in their fierce contest. Therefore, it was no surprise when one of them would show frustration at losing, occasionally beating their rackets against the ground if one of them misjudged the placement of the ball or dropped a set after an extended rally. But off the court, the dynamic between them dramatically shifted, displaying their incredible kinship.

This was because after Alexis’s dad had died when she was much younger, from what he could gather, Alexis and her mother had gotten extremely close, to the point they would spend almost every day together, doing various mother-daughter activities. The rest of Alexis’ time was filled with either running her father’s company or attending different charitable fundraisers. This didn’t leave her much time for any romance in her life, much to Billy’s delight. Since her father had been a successful businessman who planned for many eventualities and had planned for her to eventually succeed him, she was extremely well off. Alexis had one sister, aged 19, named Peyton she was not as close with but still loved despite their issues.

Billy had become infatuated with Alexis the more he had learned about her. She was the full package with a caring personality, a perfect body built by a combination of good genes, years of sport, and regular exercise. And a gorgeous face that enraptured the minds of men with her smile. She didn’t flaunt her wealth or her body and had the kind of flexible lifestyle one could only hope for, grinding all of one’s life. It was kind of unbelievable to him given her position in life and lack of a father figure, she had been tainted by the world or the great influence she wielded at a young age. That was set to change once he had his way with her and moulded her.

Smiling maliciously knowing what was about to do, Billy floated above Alexis and then quickly phased into her.

Alexis, completely unaware of this, felt a slight chill pass through her contrary to the high temperatures of the hot Summer’s day. She wondered if she was coming down with flu or something as she used a towel to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on her face from exerting herself. She was going to ask her mom if they could skip their lunch today as a precaution but suddenly her body completely seized up and her vision started to fade away. She would have called out for help, but it was like a switch in her mind had been flipped and she instantly blacked out.

Alexis's body was unmoving but occasionally spasmed, while the rest of Billy’s essence slowly filled out around the rest of her body like gas in a balloon, causing a few strange lumps to appear beneath her skin as he took on her shape. After a while, the movements ceased, and a sinister smile began to form on Alexis' normally, more inviting face. When Alexis’s eyes opened, her blue irises had some flecks of green mixed into them as Billy firmly established his control over her mind.

He was ecstatic to be alive again, taking a deep breath to just enjoy filling his lungs with air. The motion caused Alexis’ padded-down breasts to swell a little up a little against their restraints. Like a man who needed his thirst for knowledge quenched, keen to know what the globes felt and looked like, Billy brought her hands tentatively towards his chest. But he was interrupted by somebody putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you all right, honey?”

Martha was staring at him with a look of concern.

Shit, Billy thought. He had momentarily forgotten about her. He had gotten a bit too excited and carried away. to avoid arousing further suspicion he was going to play the part of this bitch until he got a better handle on accessing her memories.

“Yes Mom, I think I zoned out there for a bit but I’m fine now.” Billy cringed internally, having not quite managed to imitate Alexis' infliction of speaking. His register was lower, more ****, and rough, making him sound awkward.

Alexis’s mom frowned, obviously displeased by his poor acting job. “What have I told you about pushing yourself too hard sweety? Even Superwoman needs her rest sometimes. If you’re feeling unwell, we should go home so you can lie down and get some rest.”

Billy wanted to protest at the suggestion and reassure her he was fine but thought better of it amidst the possibilities for some fun and the easy excuse that had been invented for him. So, he simply said, “I think you might be right Mom. Maybe I should take it easy. Let’s go home.”

As they packed up their bags and he was guided to the car, he would steal a few lustful glances beneath the skirt of her mom’s body, causing a strange heat to bloom from his core. He couldn’t wait to eventually get his hands on this body.