See Tim panicking as she's dragging her body through the house. 

"Oh my god! Tracy! Why the fuck are you dragging Miss Smith's body through my house?! What the fuck have you done to her?!" Tim panicked.

"Wait, I can explain!" Susan replied in Tracy's voice. Susan didn't expect Tim to be finished in the shower so quickly.

"Explain? You've killed our English teacher! You'd better explain quickly before I call the cops!" Tim threatened as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Susan sighed and decided to come clean with Tim. She carefully dragged her body over to the couch and laid it down gently.

"Look, Tim! I need to come clean with you about something..."

"Come clean... that you're a serial killer!" Tim interrupted, then started to hyperventilate.

"Look, calm down. Look at my... umm her chest! She's still breathing!" Susan replied trying to calm Tim down.

Tim felt a little better knowing that Miss Smith wasn't dead, but he was still a little panicked "What's wrong with her? Why is she ****?"

Susan was nervous about coming clean "Look, Tim. I'm going to tell you something... something unbelievable. I'm... Miss Smith. I can project my spirit from my body by going into a deep state of meditation."

"What the fuck? That's impossible!" Tim responded in disbelief.

"Think about it Tim. Tracy just dumped you, then she suddenly had a seizure, then the prudish stuck up bitch started sucking your cock. That was me taking over her body when she fell to the floor having a seizure! That was me sucking your cock!" Susan pleaded with Tim.

Tim pondered for a moment, it was starting to make sense. Tracy would never suck a dick, it was too demeaning. And the blowjob he got was from an experienced woman, not a virgin. And the seizure.

"M... Miss Smith! But, but why?" Tim asked nervously, finally believing her story.

"Because you're a total stud. And I... I just had to have you. And this stuck up bitch has dug her claws into you, but now she's dumped you. You deserve better!" Susan replied nearly crying as Tracy's eyes welled up.

"Will... Tracy remember that she dumped me when you leave her body?" Tim asked pathetically.

Susan nodded "I'm afraid so Tim. She'll pick up from where she left off. As soon as I leave her body, Tracy will remember that she just dumped you and she'll walk straight out that door. Susan then put her stolen hand on Tim's crotch and began to rub the sizable bulge teasingly before continuing "But why settle for Tracy when you can have me instead. A real woman... an older woman with decades of experience. And I can be ANY girl... ANY woman you desire. You could fuck the entire cheerleading squad one by one, you could fuck a celebrity, you could fuck your own mother's body with me in control. How kinky would that be... stud?"

"Oh, Miss Smith!" Tim groaned as Susan continued to rub his cock with her expert hands.

"Call me Susan! And don't you ever call me Tracy... I can't stand this bitch, but I absolutely love wearing her perfect body!" Susan purred with her stolen voice in a way that Tracy never could.