Chapter 3: Good Morning

Chapter 3: Good Morning

Sometimes when waking up, as your brain slowly comes back to life, it can take a moment or two to re-orient yourself, to figure out where you are and why. The unfamiliar face of a twenty year old woman sleeping peacefully next to you doesn't help. I squinted, blinking away the sleep from my eyes, and remembered everything that had happened the day before. "Shit..." I whispered, sitting up in bed and looking at my wife's new body.

"Hm?" came a sleepy reply from the other side of the bed. Emma turned over and stretched, the sheets falling off her and revealing her bare, perky tits. She looked up at me with a smile, her eyes half closed. "Did you say something, mister?" she asked, giggling. Her voice was light and playful, her words coming out in a sing-song way.

"Just wondering how the hell this happened," I said. I reached over and gently traced the curve of her breast with my finger, admiring its youthful firmness. I frowned, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, like I was taking advantage of a college kid. My wife may have been inside that body, but it was someone else's body that I was enjoying.

"What?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "You don't like my new boobs?" She pouted cutely.

I chuckled. "I do, but they're not yours. I just want to make sure I'm not making you uncomfortable, you know?"

She sat up, the bed sheets falling further down, revealing the toned, sexy curve of her hips and stomach. "I thought I'd made that pretty clear, like, when I was riding your face last night..." she said, raising her eyebrow again. "Anyway, it feels like my boobs now." She cupped them in her hands, lifting and jiggling them. "See?"

"Alright, alright," I said, holding up my hands in surrender, grinning. "Just wanted to make sure."

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, leaning in and kissing me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her hand reaching down and grabbing my morning wood. "And I'm sure I'll feel the exact same way about the next pair of tits I'll manage to borrow for you to stare at, okay?" she said with a giggle, slowly stroking my cock.

"Stare at?" I grinned.

"Or play with, suck on, whatever..." She winked, then pulled back the sheets and slid her body on top of mine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as she settled herself against me. "Do you still feel like Emma? More like yourself?"

"A bit less after waking up, I think." She held my dick between her legs, teasing her pussy lips with the head, her warm wetness sending shivers down my spine. "Let's fix that, okay?"

A phone buzzed on the bedside table. Emma glanced over at it. "Shit," she said, sighing.

"What?"

"It's my sister..." She picked up the phone and swiped the screen.

"Your sister?" I asked, confused. Why would Ashley be texting her? Had she been in contact with her family since her sudden resurrection?

"I mean Mandy's sister. She wants to know where I am," she said, quickly tapping on the screen. "I don't usually spend the night out, I guess."

I slowly stroked her thighs as she texted, enjoying the smooth, silky feeling of her warm skin. She had a small butterfly tattoo on her ankle that looked brand new. I ran my fingers along the lines of ink, wondering what the story was there. "How does a hottie like Mandy manage to stay pure for so long in college?" I wondered out loud, still stroking the butterfly. "She looks like the type of girl that gets around."

"Fuck you, Cal," she groaned, looking at me and frowning. "What is that supposed to even mean?" she added, sounding annoyed.

Shit, was she taking it personally? "I didn't mean you, Em, sorry... I was just curious, that's all."

"Right..." she muttered. She put the phone down and looked at me, her eyes narrowing. "Well, maybe girls don't always want to jump into bed with some random dude they met at the club."

"Fair enough..."

"Or maybe some girls don't have time for dating, especially when they work full time and take night classes." She pushed her phone away and climbed off of me.

I looked at her, a bit confused. "You're really mad at me?"

She sighed and rubbed her face. "No, yes... I don't know..." She turned back to me. "I'm not just like, a ghost pulling strings inside some other chick's body, Cal." She pointed at her chest, tapping it. "I'm actually in her head, okay? When you're mean to her, you're being mean to me, too, you get it?"

I nodded, realizing she was right. "That was insensitive of me. I didn't mean it that way, Em. I'm sorry."

"Ah! Don't worry about it, old man," she said, smiling. "I mean, I'm not really sure how to deal with all this shit either."

Right, she was struggling with her new reality as much as I was. "Listen, I guess embracing this weird paranormal situation is nice and all, but the truth is we don't really understand how it works, right?"

"Right..." she said, nodding. "So?"

I shook my head. "So maybe we still ought to do a bit of research on our own before we just give up trying to understand what's happening, yeah?"

Emma chuckled. "You wanna science the shit outta me?" She laughed.

"Well, you are a pretty unique phenomenon, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose, Mister Scientist."

"I'm no scientist," I said, sitting up in bed, "but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to understand what's going on. Though I guess real scientists would freak out if they found out about you."

"Definitely," Emma agreed. "They'd probably lock me in some sort of secret lab and stick electrodes in my brain to see what happened." She shivered, hugging her knees. "No thanks."

"I wouldn't let that happen," I said, wrapping my arm around her, kissing her softly on her shoulder. "We'll figure it out together."

She snuggled up to me and rested her head on my chest. "Okay, Mister Scientist," she whispered. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, relaxing against me. "You know what?" she asked after a while, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled over the room.

"What?" I asked, stroking her hair.

"There's that girl I know from high school... Well, that Mandy knows," she said, sitting up. "Big nerd, she was in all the advanced science classes, graduated early, went to some fancy university, got her PhD, or Masters, or whatever."

I frowned. "I thought we just agreed no scientists?"

She smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "What if I am the scientist?"

I blinked, trying to process what she meant. "What if you're the... Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying, what if I take over her body? I'll become the scientist, and then I'll science the shit outta me, right?"

That wasn't such a bad idea, actually. But I had to laugh at the thought of Emma suddenly turning into a nerd.

My wife noticed my expression. "She's hot too," she teased "In a hot lesbian bookworm type of way." She giggled. "You'd like her."

I rolled my eyes. "You know that doesn't really matter, Em."

She pressed a finger against my lips, shushing me. "Don't even, Cal. You were totally checking me out in Mandy's body." She grinned. "I saw you. You're still doing it right now."

"I was checking YOU out, Em. Not her," I lied, kissing the tip of her finger.

"Mmhmm," she hummed doubtfully. "Sure, mister. You weren't checking these out at all, were you?" she asked, taking my hands and putting them on her breasts, winking at me. "Or this?" She slid my left hand down her stomach and between her legs. "Come on, Cal. Admit it. You were super turned on when I came at you in Mandy's body. You couldn't wait to get inside her panties."

If it was a trap, I couldn't help but fall into it. I groaned as my fingers slipped into her tight pussy, feeling her wetness. Emma moaned and pushed herself against me, grinding her hips. "I was turned on," I admitted, kissing her, "I just don't want you to take it the wrong way."

She rolled her eyes, her childish pout returning. "Let's make things clear, Cal. I'm myself but, like, I feel like Mandy too. I don't really mind you checking her out because in a way it's like you're checking ME out, you know?"

"We were talking about that nerdy friend of yours..."

"Exactly!" She grinned. "And I'll be her, too. And then you can check me out in her body, and it'll be fine."

I nodded, still a bit uncomfortable with the idea, but I could see the logic. "Okay."

She laughed, seeing my expression. "Okay, okay, maybe there's also some of that weird arousal thing going on too." She looked at me sheepishly. "Since I came back it's like... I can't stop thinking about pleasing you. I'm, like, really horny all the time. I don't think it's just Mandy, or Clara, I think it's, like, me? Pleasing you feels... super important..."

Whatever had brought her back to life had definitely changed her. We sure hadn't fucked the way we did last night in ages. It was like a hunger, an all consuming desire that couldn't be sated. I didn't need a PhD to figure out that her constant arousal, aimed at me, had something to do with the fact making me cum seemed to strengthen her hold on the body she was in. Was I her battery?

A phone buzzed again. It was my turn this time. I reached out and grabbed it, glancing at the screen. A wave of dread washed over me, sobering me up immediately. "Fuck," I groaned.

"What?"

"It's Ashley. She's asking me what time we're supposed to meet up at the cemetery tomorrow."

"Oh..." Emma whispered. "Shit."

I shook my head, sighing. "I was supposed to go over the last details for the burial with her." The burial of my wife, currently straddling me in the naked body of a twenty year old girl. Flashes of Emma's corpse lying peacefully in that open casket flashed through my mind, making me queasy. For a moment, the teenager on top of me seemed like a stranger, Mandy, her big innocent eyes staring at me, her hands on my chest. "Should I tell her?" I wondered out loud.

"Tell her what, that I'm back from the dead?" She scoffed. "Why?"

"Because she's your sister. She's suffering too. We shouldn't keep it from her."

Emma shook her head, frowning slightly. "I'm sorry for her but... I don't know... The more people who know, the more complicated things become, right?"

She had a point, but still. I felt guilty. "So what? I just go to the funeral, stand next to her, and watch the casket being lowered into the ground, knowing the whole time it's not you in there?"

She shrugged, as if the thought didn't bother her at all. "Sure. I mean, what's the alternative, Cal? You tell Ashley I'm alive, then we tell Mom and Dad? What about my friends, huh?" I gulped, seeing where she was going with this. "If you don't go to the funeral, it'll look weird. People might start to suspect something."

I couldn't argue with her. I grabbed my head in my hands, groaning. "I can't do this," I mumbled. "I'm losing my mind."

Emma sighed and took my hand. She kissed my palm, softly. "I'll come with you."

I looked up at her. "What? You're not serious!"

"Hey! It's my own god damned funeral, Cal! Why can't I go?"

I laughed despite myself. "This is so fucked up."

Mandy's phone buzzed again. Emma frowned and picked it up. "I really need to get going though. My parents are worried about me. And, um, I have a shift this afternoon."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Even in ****, life continued. "Right. We wouldn't want to ruin Mandy's life. Especially if you're already planning to jump ship, huh?" I teased.

She climbed off my lap and stretched, yawning. "I'll go home, talk to them, let them know I'm okay, and tomorrow I'll meet you at the funeral. After that, I'll go find the girl and, well, you know." She smirked, then bent down to pick up her underwear from the floor. She slipped her panties on and then looked at me over her shoulder. "Why don't you go ahead and, um, text Ashley?" She smiled. "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay?"

"Right..." I said, watching her naked body disappear behind the bathroom door.

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