Lisa hears something elsewhere in the house.

Suddenly, Lisa heard a noise from upstairs. It was a sort of loud thud, as though someone had dropped something or fallen rather ungracefully. Lisa walked away from the living room and toward the stairs. She grasped the banister sternly as she maneuvered her bloated body up the stairs slowly. She had to stop and take a breath a couple times as she ascended the stairs. She'd never had to do that before--presumably the pregnancy was to blame. Lisa reached the tops of the stairs a couple minutes later, huffing and puffing and beginning to sweat. She began the long walk down the hallway, past the home theater she'd had put in a few years ago, and also past a home office she had used before Jonny came into her life. More thuds could be heard as Lisa came closer to one of the many upstairs bedrooms--they were louder as she got closer. She slowly approached the door she thought was the source of the noise and put her ear to it, trying to get some sense of what the hell was going on before she took the plunge and stepped in.

What she heard surprised her. "I can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," came a female voice from behind the door, followed by another thud. The voice seemed to be that of a grown woman, yet filled with total, unadulterated joy. Lisa listened a bit more. "I'm Ssssssssssssssssssssuuuuuuuuper Lady!!!!!" came the voice again, "and I can fly like an airplane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the woman behind the door said, and then there came another loud thud sound. Lisa slowly turned the door knob and stepped into the room. The room was a big one--it had high ceilings and a balcony at the far end of the room. The view to the outside was beautiful, but the door had a number of different child safety locks on it, as one might use to keep a young child from opening a door.

Lisa glanced around the room. The place was a mess. The bed looked as though it had not been made in days. Toys--lots of toys, everything from Power Rangers and Iron Man figures to Barbie Dolls and tea sets--were strewn all about the floor. Off in the corner was a set of army men in such numbers that it looked like somebody was trying re-enact Gettysburg with them. "What the hell?" Lisa started, and then she looked over in the corner of the room. In the corner sat a small plastic table that seemed to be pink. It was surrounded by a number of small plastic chairs, and the table was covered with cute little plastic cups and plates. There were also plastic sugar holders and salt and pepper shakers, and, rather notably, there were plastic tea kettles. "A little girl's tea party set . . . like the one I had when I was little," Lisa mused to herself.

At this cute little table sat a person Lisa did not expect to see there. She was way to big for the little children's tea set--she looked like a fully grown woman. This woman had blonde hair, and Lisa figured from what she could see of the woman that she was in her early forties. She wore a wedding ring on her ring finger. This woman seemed to be having a tea party with this little bunch of children's toys all by herself. She would take the pink plastic tea kettle and seem to pour something into one of the tea cups, even though there was no actual tea involved.

As Lisa approached, the floor creaked a bit under her bloated body. Suddenly, the woman looked up at her through wide eyes. A better looked at the woman's face seemed to confirm her age--early 40s and with pretty blonde hair. She wore pants that seems to be the bottom part of a set of scrubs, as a nurse might wear. Lisa noticed that the strange woman didn't have a top, or at least almost not. The woman appeared to have a fairly impressive set of breasts adorning her chest. They bounced and jiggled as the woman stood up excitedly. Still, she wore no bra. Instead, it looked as though she had gotten lazy. Instead of a bra, the woman seemed to have taken her top and simply tied it around her cleavage just to hold it in place. This was weird indeed. "Wanna play tea party?!" the woman asked, excited.

"Tea party?" Lisa asked. "Yeah!" the strange woman said with a wide-eyed smile. "Can we pretend it's my house, 'cause I want to pretend it's my tea party, and you can be my friend Lisa, and we can have tea together! Wanna play?!" Lisa stood there, puzzled. "Why the hell is a woman your age playing tea party?" she asked, "and why don't you have a bra. You're what--my age?" Lisa asked. Suddenly, the woman's expression changed. The smile quickly fell from her face, and tears seemed to well up behind her eyes. She dropped a plastic tea kettle she had offered to Lisa. "IF I'M INSIDE A LADY I WANNA HAVE A TEA PARTY!" the woman suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking the room.

Lisa took a couple steps back, holding her hands up defensively. "Okay okay, have a tea party if you want, you--wait--inside a lady?" Lisa asked. That was a strange phrase, and it was the sort that a very small number of entities would probably use. Suddenly, Lisa was distracted by a noise on the other side of the bed. She quickly shuffled over to see the source of the noise--it sounded like someone moaning in pain. What Lisa saw floored her even more. It was a woman lying sprawled on the floor in a tight-fitting skirt and suit top and a silky white shirt. The woman stirred and put her hand to her head as if to sooth pain. "What the hell happened to me?" the woman asked. The woman had a fit and toned body. Unlike the crazy lady holding the tea party across the room, this woman was African American. She was quite beautiful and seemed to be a decade and change younger than her less sane, tea-obsessed counterpart. She was probably in her late 20s or early thirties. The woman slowly stood and seemed to be in pain. She had large breasts perched beautifully upon her chest, but her arms, belly, and legs were toned--this woman worked out.

"Hey!" came the call from the crazy braless blonde lady as she bounded over excitedly, causing a mighty jiggle in her chest, "Do YOU wanna have a tea party with me?!" she asked as she offered the tea kettle to the confused black woman. "Honey, are you nuts?!" the woman asked, "how did I get in this room?" she demanded angrily. The blonde dropped the plastic tea kettles and hung her head. Tears began to come from her eyes and down her cheeks. "Why doesn't anybody wanna play tea party with me?!" she demanded in distress. the black woman looked at her like she had four heads. "Off your meds, honey?" she asked as the half-clothed blonde sobbed and Lisa stood and watched the spectacle.

The blonde stood there and cried for a few seconds. The wiped her nose and her eyes with her make-shift bra--a top tied around her boobs. She stood silently and looked down for a few seconds. When her eyes turned upward, a strange smile made its way across her face. Her eyes were eerily fixed upon the black woman. "I know how to make you play," the blonde said. Suddenly, she closed the distance between herself and the second woman. She walked right up to her and grabbed her by the head and pulled her close into what looked like a passionate kiss. Lisa's jaw dropped as she saw black smoke crawl out of the blonde woman's mouth and **** its way down the throat of the younger black woman. Both bodies shook and jiggled and gargled as the transfer happened. Lisa had seen this before whenever Jonny possessed someone new.

"Oh my God," Lisa said as the transfer ended and the blonde woman's body fell to the ground like a rag doll. The black woman stood there with a blank look on her face. It was as though the woman's mind and soul could not deal immediately with having something new controlling her body and needed to reboot. A minute or so passed as Lisa stood and watched. "What the hell are you?" she asked the demon's new vessel.

After a minute or two, the black woman looked up, a strange smile on her face. Her hands made their way over her toned and fit body as she looked down at herself. She looked around the room silently. "I said what are you!?" Lisa demanded. The woman turned and looked at her, smile still on her face. She didn't say a word. Instead she slowly made her way toward Lisa, eyes fixed on her. She came closer. Still she said nothing. She looked down at Lisa's middle. Lisa followed suit. She looked down at her bloated, pregnant belly barely contained by the lacy black dress. Her stomach had been totally normal when she went to bed, but now she looked like she was 8 months pregnant. Without saying anything, the black woman reached her hand out and set it firmly upon Lisa's pregnant stomach, smiling broadly as she did.