With Tim again

Tim's eyes widen as Beverly emerges from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. She walks over to him, her hips swaying with an exaggerated swagger that's definitely not Tracy's. "Ready to go?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr.

"Beverly, what did you do?" Tim's voice is tight with anger and confusion. He can't believe she'd go so far as to use Tracy's body in such a way.

"Oh, Timmy," Beverly says, her voice a sweet caress that makes Tim's skin crawl. She steps closer to him, pressing Tracy's body against him. "I was just freshening up," she says, her eyes dancing with mischief. "You know, making sure I look good for the flight." She runs a hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, and then grabs his hand, placing it firmly on her ass. "What do you think?"

Tim's face turns red, and he tries to pull his hand away, but Beverly's grip is surprisingly firm. "Bev, stop it," he says, his voice low. "You're in Tracy's body. This isn't right."

Beverly's expression shifts from playful to furious in an instant, her eyes flashing with a fiery rage that seems to burn through Tim's soul. "I told you not to call me Bev in public," she snaps, her voice a perfect imitation of Tracy's, but the tone is all her own. "And if you don't like it, well, tough shit," she says, her voice now dripping with sarcasm. "You're just along for the ride, remember?" She releases his hand and storms off towards the boarding gate, her hips swinging more aggressively than before.

Tim is left standing there, his hand tingling from where she'd gripped it. He's torn between his horror at her behavior and the undeniable attraction he feels for the body she's inhabiting. He takes a deep breath and follows her, his heart racing. He can't believe she's going to act like this on the plane, in front of everyone. He's about to say something when she turns to him, her eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it, Timmy," she says, her voice a warning. "You're going to play along, or I'll make sure everyone on this flight knows you're just a sad little boy who can't handle a real woman."

Beverly sashays to the boarding gate, her movements exaggerated and flirtatious. She leans over the counter, her breasts practically spilling out of the dress, and flashes the attendant a dazzling smile. "Hi, handsome," she purrs, using Tracy's voice. "Could you help me with this heavy bag?" The attendant, a young man with a name tag reading "Brad," blushes and stammers, trying not to stare. Tim grits his teeth, his hand clenching into a fist as he watches her work her charm. "Oh, by the way," she says, her eyes sparkling, "this is my brother Tim." She says it loud enough for the whole line to hear, and several heads turn. She laughs, a sound that's eerily similar to Tracy's, and winks at Brad. "Don't worry, we're just playing a little game," she whispers, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "But don't tell him, it's our little secret." She winks again, and Brad nods, looking at Tim with a mix of confusion and sympathy. Beverly turns to Tim, her smile wide and innocent. "What's wrong, Timmy?" she asks, her voice still Tracy's but filled with Beverly's mischief. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Tim follows the flirtatious Beverly to the boarding gate, struggling with his emotions. She uses Tracy's body to seduce a young attendant named Brad, asking for help with the luggage. Introducing Tim as her brother, she plays into the ruse while hinting at their secret game, leaving Tim embarrassed and enraged. She maintains her innocent facade, feigning ignorance to Tim's distress as they board the plane.