Susan returns to her own body.

Susan decided it would be best to return to her old body for now. After all, it had been lying on the sofa unattended for hours.

Susan decided she should walk Tracy's body out of the apartment block before leaving her body. She didn't want her to freak out in her apartment. Susan walked out of the apartment closed the door, rode the elevator back down to the ground floor, then walked outside of the apartment block.

Susan then sat down on the sidewalk, crossed her legs and began to meditate. It took less than a minute for her to project her astral form out of Tracy's body, which then collapsed in a heap on the side walk.

Susan decided to stick around for a few moments to watch Tracy regain consciousness, which happened after only about 20 seconds.

"Argh! My head! H... how did I get here?" Groaned an extremely confused Tracy, who was holding her head. She would have a headache for the next few hours.

Susan grinned in her astral form. She felt so powerful being able to take over Tracy's body. She would definitely be trying on other bodies, but Tracy was hers. Tracy was Susan's own personal toy, like an item of clothing she could wear and discard whenever she wanted.

Tracy got up from the floor and stumbled towards the nearest bus station on unsteady legs.

"I can't wait until I'm back in that bitch's body!" Susan sneered wickedly, before flying her astral form straight up and simply phased through the window to get back to her own apartment.

Susan looked down at her less than impressive middle aged body "Yuck, going back inside that... that thing is a serious downgrade!"

Reluctantly Susan lay down on the sofa and merged her spirit back into her body. Her eyes opened and she inhaled deeply, almost gasping. It was a good thing she'd got back into her body when she did, as she was **** for a piss. She'd clearly been away from her body for too long. Any longer and her body likely would have urinated all over the sofa.

Susan got up from the couch, slowly, her body was stiff from lying still for hours. She hobbled to the bathroom, fell on the toilet and emptied her bladder with a satisfying sigh.

After finishing, she wiped her mature snatch, flushed the toilet, pulled up her pants, then washed her hands.

Drying her hands off on a towel, Susan looked in the mirror. "Oh god! I hate this gross old body of mine!" she whined as she started to sob, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She hated her life, she hated her body and she knew she had to have Tim no matter what.