Tessa, your girlfriend

Brett ignored his motionless body as John fussed over it. It wasn't much of a body to start with and his lifestyle hadn't improved it any that was for sure. Feeling an almost euphoric sense of liberation he floated away, his invisible spirit light as a feather.

Once inside he looked around John's house. It was a pretty unremarkable family home but to Brett it represented almost unimaginable luxury. He'd spent many nights sleeping under bridges and in over crowded hostels dreaming of a place like this. Envy stabbed at his phantom heart. Why should John live like a prince while he struggled on the streets day after day.

As fate would have it, John's girlfriend Tessa chose that moment to appear. She rushed to the front door. Her pretty brown eyes looking right through Brett, exactly how they had when he'd had a body.

Brett watched her pass, bitterness and greed surging inside him. He wanted her. Wanted to own her. Wanted everything John had and more besides.

He reached out to her without thinking and his ghostly hand sank into her shoulder. Her body seemed to pull him in. There was a sort of tingling pressure in his fingers, like he was wearing too tight gloves. The squeezing sensation spread up his arm as it pulled deeper into Tessa's shoulder. He flexed his fingers as the feeling dissipated and watched in shock as Tessa's hand responded like his own. Tessa frowned at her hand puzzled more than alarmed as Brett waved her arm around experimentally.

"Oh this is perfect," Brett laughed, instinctively understanding what was happening "Your ass is mine you little bitch. I'm going to take your body and your life, your dumbfuck boyfriend too if I feel like it."

With a cruel laugh he plunged his other hand into her seizing control of her other arm.

"What the heck!" Tessa squeaked as Brett groped her firm tits with her own hands “stop that! Please…”

Ignoring her protests Brett stepped forward moving his legs until they merged into hers. Suddenly, he could feel the hard surface of the hall flour through her bare feet. Then the smooth skin of her thighs brushing against each other. The tight fabric of her denim shorts pulling tight around the curve of her ass and against the flat space between his legs where he’d once had a manly bulge.

“Ha ha, I’ve got your pussy.” he taunted the helpless girl stroking slim fingers across his stolen crotch “Ooh, I’m going to have fun with that, I can tell.”

He continued running his hands over her caramel skin as he claimed the rest of her body relishing her fear and confusion as much as the warmth and weight of being in a living body once more.

Finally he pushed into her head until he was looking out through her eyes. He ran fingers through the thick curls of her hair, an evil leer twisting Tessa’s pretty face. He could feel her at the back of his mind, struggling like a butterfly under a glass.

“Struggle all you like cunt.” he told her “This is my body now and you aren’t getting it back for a long time.”