Turn Jean into his Puppet

Jay grabbed hold of the lifeless soul and floated himself behind Jean's body which so perfectly moved to his command. "You are going on a trip Jean, my pupppet" He informed the roped soul. He took himself and Jean to Wendy's house which is several blocks from Jean's home now that she moved. Of course Jay didn't get tired nor could he feel if Jean was but as he watched her body jog all the way to Wendy's house, he could see the sweat glisten on her forehead with an eager smile still **** on her face.

Jean's body knocked on the door, greeted by Wendy's mother; a rather appealing woman for her age. "Hello Mrs. Berken, you're looking as sexy as ever I see." Jay so cruelly made Jean say. She took it well though as she coyly batted her hair with a smile. "T-thanks, Jean." She replied.

"Wendy is upstairs." Mrs. Berken told Jean as Jay **** her passed the doorway. Jay couldn't help but enjoy this 3rd person role playing he was engulfed in. Jean's body walked into Wendy's room without a word, finding her in a similar situation; doing homework. "Oh! Hey Jean. What's up?" She greeted but Jay wasn't too sure on how he wanted to make Jean respond. He could really turn this into a interesting situation and he wanted to make the most of it.

"Hey Wendy. Nothing much." Jean replied as she closed the door and skipped to Wendy's side on the bed. He made her look at Wendy a bit seductively as she laid on the bed next to Wendy. Wendy looked a bit perplexed but she gave a unrelated response. "Geeze Jean. Did you run here? You're sweating a lot." Jay couldn't feel it but he made Jean wipe her forehead with a smile. "Yeah I did for fun." Jean affirmed as she laid herself on her stomach like Wendy but just by watching Jay could tell Jean's decent sized breasts were making it rather uncomfortable. His lack of feelings however was enough to make her keep that position.

Jean's eyes narrowed and her lips coolly extended as she looked at Wendy in an unbelievably attractive appearance. Wendy once more gave an awkward stare but just to help things along, Jay placed himself next to Wendy and **** her hand to touch Jean's face. Wendy pulled away immediately once she regained control but Jay **** a smile onto her face for just a moment, once more inducing horror into her. "W--what the? Sorry Jean, I didn't mean to.. uh..." She stammered.

Jay smiled from the situation but decided for a more interesting approach as he made Jean lift herself to a sit. "Don't worry about it Wendy. So hey, I have a bit of an odd question for you." Jean began. Wendy looked relieved from the altering of subject from her sudden movements and smiled and asked what it was.

"Do you find me hot?" Jean asked. Jay couldn't help but giggle a little as Wendy hauled herself back in what appeared to be embarrassment. "What? No! Well, I mean, you're cute and I know guys like you and all but I don't-- argh, stop confusing me Jean. Yes, you're hot, boys swoon after you." Was her babbled response. Jay **** a chuckle from Jean and with a little more sincerity from her, narrowed her expression to a more serious persona. "So I was wondering, Wendy. Have you ever wished to be me?" He **** Jean to ask but unlike his expectations, Wendy promptly responded in a anger ridden bout.

"What!? You think because I don't have the greatest body that I wish to be you? You're really getting stuck up aren't you?" She raged to the soulless girl. He is surprised that the typically cute girl erupted in such a manner but he wondered more deeply on her true thoughts.

"Supposedly I can read minds so let's give it a shot. Let me hear your real answer, Wendy." Jay whispered into Wendy's ear and in a moment, he began to hear whispers of Wendy's voice. It increased in volume until Jay heard...

"Of course I wish I was you Jean, what kind of stupid question is that!? I don't want your life but if I could be more attractive, it would make me so much better off. I'm not ugly I don't think but I'm far from beautiful, I'm stuck on average in every way and it makes me sick. Being someone else... I can't even imagine. I don't think I'd like to speak like you or act like you but if I could just have your beauty, I'd be happy."

Jay smiled from the overheard monologue that echoed in Wendy's head. "Now then..." Jay began.