Hospital

Sierra watched as Harmony, one of the day shift nurses, checked the clear plastic IV drip hanging by Sierra’s hospital bed. “That’s the third one,” Sierra said, “Surely I’m cured by now.” Harmony smiled politely and fixed Sierra with her striking blue eyes. “Not quite, hon. Four more days to go I’m afraid.” Harmony bustled around to make some notes on Sierra’s chart while Sierra settled back in the bed and pulled the coarse hospital covers up around her. She was careful not to jostle her left arm where the tip of a plastic tube—one end of the peripherally inserted central catheter—stuck out from her pale skin and snaked up the IV line to the bag of antibiotics. Sierra didn’t know why they bothered with it. She could swallow pills perfectly fine. Perhaps they just didn’t trust her. So she’d done a few ****, spent a little time in court and more time in various rehab programs. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t swallow antibiotics. It just meant she would swallow other things given half a chance. The craving for a hit was still there but somewhat mellowed after two weeks of court mandated abstinence in a hold- ing cell before being transferred to the hospital. God, Sierra was bored already. She was going to go crazy cooped up in here for the next few days to finish the course of antibiotics. Maybe her dealer, Miles, could sneak something in just to take the edge off. “Is there anything I can do in here?” “There’s a television.” “Blech. Anything else?” “Well,” Harmony screwed up her face in thought. Her body wasn’t much to look at. She was skinny like Sierra, though Harmony’s physique probably came naturally and not from what Sierra’s parents and the courts called ‘an excessive amount of ****’. But Harmony’s face was exquisite, with perfectly sculpted features that would make the gods weep. “You’ve got your phone.” “I don’t have anything interesting on it. Just the internet.” “Sorry,” Harmony shrugged. “Can you tell me a story or something? Come on, you look like a party girl. Let me live through you.” Sierra had caught the distinct odor of pot from Harmony on at least one occasion already. Harmony tucked her blonde hair back behind an ear and blushed. “Not just a party girl,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean that.” “Look,” Harmony said, and Sierra could tell she was about to shut her down. “You seem nice and all but I really don’t feel comfortable sharing my life with a stranger.” “How about in three days when we’re no longer strangers?” Harmony laughed. “Maybe,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. Sierra bet she could wear Harmony down. She’d always had the sparkling personality that attracted people like flies to honey. Part of how she got herself into this infection mess in the first place. Another nurse poked his head through the door, one muscular arm gently gripping the doorframe. “Hey Harmony, when you’re done here can I see you next door?”

“Sure, Isaac.” Isaac shot her a smile and retreated. “So that’s the Isaac I’ve been hearing so much,” Sierra said. “He’s a hottie.” She’d caught snippets of his voice as he’d passed by her room and had heard his boisterous laugh all the way down the hall from the nurses’ station. It was nice to see that his wonderful baritone voice matched his body, all dimples and solid frame and a jaw that could cut glass. “Don’t tell him that. It will go straight to his head.” Harmony said, placing Sierra’s chart back on the hook at the foot of the bed. “I’d like to go straight to his head.” “Uh huh,” A smile played at the edge of Harmony’s lips. “If you know what I mean.” “I do.” “His penis.” “Okay,” Harmony stifled a laugh as she tried and failed to look stern. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He’s the world’s biggest flirt.” “I don’t mind,” Sierra wiggled her slender eyebrows suggestively. “He’s married.” “Still don’t mind. Come on, girl, don’t tell me you wouldn’t hit that.” “No, no, no,” Harmony demurred, beginning to back out of the room. “That would be so weird.” “Suuure. You can’t tell me you’ve never had sex with a colleague before.” “Never.” “Don’t know what you’re missing.” Sierra shrugged. “Illicit work sex is the best.” “I’ll just take your word for it,” Harmony said, smiling now. “I’ve got to go.” “You’ll have to tell me everything that happens when you come back!” “It will all be very boring, I’m sure,” Harmony demurred as she left the room. Sierra lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling. She reached for her phone, fiddled with it but couldn’t find any- thing interesting. She didn’t have much data anyway. No one to talk to or text. She put the phone back on the small table by her bed and sighed. She turned on the television hanging from the ceiling and flipped through the offerings. News. Sports. Shitty sitcom. It was a relief when Miles slipped into her room around noon, glancing back out the door before closing it be- hind him. “Miles!” Sierra shouted in glee. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” Miles’s bald head gleamed in the fluorescent lights. He gave Sierra a hug and then pulled over a chair. It creaked under his weight as he settled himself down. “How you doing, girl?” Miles asked genially.

“Bored out of my fucking mind.” “Ain’t the same without you.” “Hell no it isn’t!” Sierra grinned. Miles and Sierra kept each other functioning, but also kept each other high. More than once they’d shared their latest stash and collapsed together on the floor of whatever rented room they could find, stoned out of their minds, each off in their own little world. Miles, with his hefty bulk, acted as Sierra’s bodyguard. While Sierra— smaller, thinner and prettier despite her constant **** use—was responsible for actually buying the ****. Dealers would give her a discount for her pretty face or, more often, the use of her pretty lips. Sierra was down for whatever kept the **** flowing. The door opened and another nurse, Jen, came in. Sort of a busybody and acted the role of the mom of the other nurses on the ward. A hot mom, to be sure, but a mom nonetheless with all the suspicion and overbearing bull- shit Sierra hated about her own. “Sorry, just checking some things,” Jen trilled too nonchalantly in her light Italian accent. She flitted about the room making herself busy with the charts and the machines, occasionally glancing over at Miles as he chatted with Sierra about mundane things. Jen stayed much longer than necessary and Sierra caught Miles more than once glancing over at her as she bent down, her plump butt in the air, the bottom of her uni- form pulling up just slightly to reveal the olive skin of her back. Miles was a horn dog at the best of times and Sierra snapped her fingers to get his attention and mouthed ‘don’t’. “Visiting time is almost over,” Jen warned as she finally left. When she was gone Miles barked a laugh. “Shit. You see the way she was looking at me?” “I saw the way you were looking at her.” “Jealous?” “Ha. You wish.” “Naw. She was eyeing me. Ten bucks says she thinks I’m your dealer.” “Now I wish.” “Can you believe that shit? Fucking profiling. I did bring you something, though.” Miles reached into his pocket and retrieved a small baggie with brown gunk in it. He held it up to Sierra and her eyes lit up. “Is that…?” Sierra asked. “Fuck yeah it is. You want it now?” “God, yes.” “It ain’t gonna react with whatever shit they’re putting in to you?” “Just antibiotics. It’ll be fine.” “All right.” Miles leaned forward and looked at her arm, where the little tube protruded and met up with the IV line. “How do we do this?” “Just put it right in there. I’ve watched them switch this out a bunch.”

Sierra copied what she’d seen from the other nurses to detach the IV line as Miles brought out his paraphernalia and readied the ****, furtively glancing behind him at the open door every now and then. When the stuff was ready he quickly plunged it into the line leading to Sierra’s veins. Sierra barely had time to reattach the IV when the **** hit her. “Fuuuuuck,” Sierra hissed. It wasn’t like any hit she’d ever had before. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Each part of her body throbbed with pins and needles. When the first potent hit eased off Sierra was left being able to feel too much. Each stitch in the thin hospital blanket. Each molecule of oxygen as it flowed through her veins. It overloaded her mind and she closed her eyes. She was aware she was falling back on to the bed oh-so-slowly, time almost standing still. And then, suddenly, she couldn’t feel anything. She was weightless but had the strange sensation she was float- ing. The intensity of the **** hit was dulled, freeing her mind to wonder at why the ceiling suddenly seemed so close to her face. Sierra turned and looked down. Below her a thin, pale woman lay in a hospital bed. Her coal black hair was spread out behind her head. Her eyes were closed, lips open. She was pretty, if thin and a little pale. It took Sierra a few seconds to realize that the woman was herself. She was floating above her body. She watched from above as Miles bent over her and poked at her warily. “Sierra? Sierra?” He asked in a voice tinged with worry. I’m here, Sierra tried to call out, but no sound left her lips. She spun around and looked at the part of her that seemed to be floating. All she saw was a ghostly cloud, like vapor. Below her, the equipment by her bed had stopped beeping and was blaring a single monotone. Miles jammed the nurse call button and nurses rushed in. Harmony and Jen and Isaac. They pushed Miles out of the way and Sierra watched down, literally and figuratively detached, as they stabilized her body, rushing around in a calculated hurry, grabbing this or that medicine, adjusting something here, pumping her chest there. Sierra was strangely unafraid, as if everything playing out beneath her was just a scene from a movie and all she could do was root for the nurses to bring her back. They plunged something into her arm and managed to resus- citate her body. It jumped violently as they shocked her heart back into a steady rhythm. It seemed time to go back to herself so Sierra dove closer. She was just above the bed when Harmony leaned in with a small flash- light, lifting each eyelid of Sierra’s body and peering at her pupils. Sierra’s cloud form couldn’t stop and she swished right in to Harmony’s body. Sierra jerked to a stop, her vision shifting slightly, and then she was peering down at one of her own eyes, the flashlight held in a stranger’s hands that were somehow her own as well. Sierra jumped and felt some sort of physical body responding even as her actual body lay immobile on the bed beneath her. “What the hell?” Sierra said in a voice that wasn’t hers. She stood up straight and looked around to find Jen and Isaac staring at her. At not her. At Harmony. Whom Sierra was inside.

2 “What?” Jen asked, her brow furrowed. “Um…uh…” Sierra stammered. It came to her what she was supposed to be doing, what she was supposed to say, as if she knew it all along: “She’s responsive.” That seemed to appease Jen and Isaac. They shucked off their gloves and set the room back up. Jen turned to Miles but he’d slipped out in the confusion. A wisp of hair brushed against Sierra’s cheek and she pushed it back behind her ear, noticing as she did so the slightly different contours of her face. She looked down at herself, at the clean nurses uniform hiding the slender figure, at the arms that weren’t hers but which she now controlled. The nametag over one breast read “Harmony”, confirming that Sierra was in the young nurse’s body. “Harmony, can you go write up the report? Harmony?” Sierra’s head snapped up. Jen was looking at her. “Yeah. Sure.” Sierra pivoted and headed out of the room. Strange to think she was moving around in someone else’s body. She licked her lips nervously and suddenly realized she was licking someone else’s lips with someone else’s tongue. The thought made her shudder. How had this happened? Where was Harmony? And…just what the hell report was she supposed to type up? Sierra reached the nurses’ station and took a seat at one of the computers. She logged in with hardly a thought for Harmony’s password. It was like the knowledge was just…there. Waiting to be grasped. She calmed herself and found she knew exactly what Harmony needed to do. Using Harmony’s slender fingers, Sierra typed up the report. Another nurse Sierra had never seen before settled down beside her, crossing her elegant legs at the knee and leaning towards Sierra. “Everything okay?” The other nurse—Katie, Sierra plucked her name from Harmony’s mind—asked. Sierra paused in her typing and looked over at Katie. There was a sense of familiarity there, as if she’d known Katie for a long time. They studied together recently as they worked through some of the same classes for their Master’s degree. Katie was a pleasant girl. Nice face. Ample breasts. Toned butt. Sierra somehow knew that Katie went to the gym on her days off. She’d taken Harmony once but it hadn’t been for her. All of this Sierra under- stood in a flash, the memories sitting apart from her own but just as accessible. Talk about a split personality. “Yes. Just some problems in room 303,” Sierra replied. “Oh,” Katie scoffed. “The druggie. I seriously don’t know why we even bother treating people like that. She’ll be back out on the streets shooting up the instant we release her. Hell, it was probably her boyfriend who brought her the stuff in here and that’s why she flatlined.” Sierra reddened at this. How dare this stuffy bitch talk about her like that? Yeah, Katie had nailed it, but still. It was rude to say it out loud. “So that was exciting, huh?” Isaac said, as he fell into a swivel chair on the other side of Sierra. He propped his head on one hand and blinked at Sierra and Katie. Up close he definitely was a hottie. Look at those arms. That smile. Sierra just wanted to keep looking at him, wanted to feel his body pressing up against her and— Sierra cut off that train of thought as she realized it was making her a little antsy in a good way. With her

unexpected knowledge—Harmony’s knowledge, Sierra realized, seeping in to her own conscious mind—she knew that Isaac was such a flirt but he would never do anything. Even as much as he complained about his rocky marriage he kept it to flirting. The occasional touch. But maybe that was just because no one here had flirted so hard back? “I like to keep the days as boring as possible,” Sierra said, returning to her typing and trying to keep those enticing thoughts at bay. “Well, you chose the right hospital,” Isaac said, touching her arm lightly. The warmth of his fingertips sent little tingles right to Sierra’s center. Was this her or Harmony or both? Two beeps from a little device on Katie’s waist made her sit up and fiddle with her phone. Checking her glucose levels, Sierra innately understood. Jen passed by the station, accompanying some elderly visitors out the door. When they’d left, she returned to the others. “Can you please check and make sure all the visitors are cleared out?” “On it,” Isaac said, pushing himself out of his chair. Sierra finished up the report and they agreed to split up the rooms on the ward. “Ooh, I’ll do rooms 10 through 20. I hear the guy in 311 is a hottie,” Katie spoke up. “Sure,” Isaac teased, “Only if you like devilishly handsome men who look like they stepped off a movie set.” Katie winked and sauntered off to check on her patients. Sierra went off to check on Harmony’s. At each room she faced that same instant familiarity she had when she first saw Katie. She knew that Ms. Johnson in 309 was a recovering alcoholic. Mr. Bertrone in 306 had just had a heart attack. She could read each chart and converse with each patient as if she’d known them just as Harmony had. And then there was Sierra’s own room. She went in carefully, half expecting the body on the bed to jump up and accuse her of being an imposter. But her former body lay there, seemingly asleep. She poked it a little, enough to make her former head shake and a little fleck of drool escape her lips. There was no response. Finally alone for the first time, Sierra walked into the tiny bathroom off her former body’s room and took a look at herself in the mirror. Harmony’s perfect face stared back at her. Her blonde hair curled lazily over her forehead in sharp bangs and fell down to her shoulders at the back. God, those deep blue eyes were truly dazzling. And her skin was perfect. Sierra plucked her skincare routine from Harmony’s mind and made a note to remember it. Not that she would ever be able to afford it. Sierra stuck out her tongue, screwed up her lips, opened her mouth, trying out new expressions on her new face. Maybe this was a chance to have a whole new life. Leave her old body behind. Become Harmony forever. Shit, with this pretty face she could seriously get a good long way in life. And, if all else failed, those lips would look pretty good with a dick between them. Sierra was no stranger to blowjobs to get her way. Or to get her ****. The thought of **** triggered one of Harmony’s memories. There was a little baggie of pot and a pipe in her car. Shit, a hit would feel amazing right now after all this weirdness. Have a little toke and think about her new life maybe. Sierra quickly checked on the other patients, making sure their rooms were clear of visitors and their meds up to date. She told Katie she needed to get something from her purse quickly and asked if Katie would cover for a few minutes. Katie agreed and Sierra hurried to the elevator and jammed the button for the ground floor.

The hospital was clearing out at this time of the evening and Katie joined the line of visitors steadily walking to- wards the exits. She nodded at one of the duty nurses behind the front desk. Each step took her closer to the door and closer to freedom. Also, closer to getting high again. The front doors slid open quietly and the humid outside air rushed in. Sierra raised her foot and crossed the threshold of the hospital door to freedom. She jerked awake suddenly in her hospital room, gasping for air as if she’d just been holding her breath under- water. The quickening beep of the heart monitor reflected her own anxiety. She pushed herself to a sitting posi- tion and looked around. Yep. This was her room. This was her body. She reached up and grabbed her stringy black hair, bringing it around and holding it up to look at it. It was hers all right. As were the fingers, the nails bitten to the quick, the familiar cuts and moles and lines. Sierra fell heavily onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Had it all been a dream? It had felt so real.

3 The next day Harmony came into Sierra’s room as usual, said good morning and asked how she was feeling. “Great. How are you?” Sierra asked, peering closely into Harmony’s blue eyes to see if there was any hint she knew that anyone had been controlling her yesterday. “Good, good. Let’s not have any more excitement like yesterday, huh?” Sierra had already had the whole spiel from the doctor who’d come around to check up on her that morning. He’d suspected her—rightly—of using in the hospital and barred all visitors. Harmony swiped her blonde hair back behind an ear. Sierra remembered that gesture. Remembered how it had felt to be Harmony. More clearheaded than she’d felt in years. There had been none of that **** tug for more ****. The pot had been a want, not a need. Harmony acted completely normal and, when she left, Sierra settled back into her bed. She gazed blankly up at the ceiling, wondering how she could re-enact the events of yesterday. Maybe she needed more of Miles’s ****. Lost in thought, she spaced out, eyes going unfocused as she thought about how she could sneak Miles inside. Gradually she became aware that she was rising again. She turned around and looked down. She was again float- ing above her body. She’d done it just by spacing out. Meditation was good for something! Sierra yipped excitedly, though no one heard her, and flew towards the closed door of her room. On impulse she reached for the doorknob but her cloud fingers slipped right through. After a moment of thought she put her hand through the door. There was no resistance. With an inaudible laugh she flew through the door, expecting to fly onward to freedom. Instead there was a quick jerk. Her vision shifted dizzyingly ninety degrees so that she was now facing parallel to her room. One foot of her new body was in the air and came down unsteadily. She reached out to get her balance on the nearby wall. The arm she was using was someone else’s again. Slightly plumper. The nails rounded but without polish. And… her chest was heavier. She looked down and was greeted with the sight of two plump breasts squeezed together beneath the nurses uniform. “You okay, Jen?” Someone tapped Sierra on the arm and she looked. Katie’s face, framed by her long coal black bangs, was looking at her with alarm. “Yes, yes. I am fine. Just…slipped.” The voice coming from Sierra’s lips was deeper and tinged with an Italian ac- cent. She stood and continued to assure Katie she was fine until Katie left her alone. Being Jen was different. Her whole body took up more space. There was more of her all over. Bigger hips. Larger chest. Plumper thighs. She wasn’t fat but had a healthy mom-ish figure which was a huge change from Sierra’s usual stick thin body. As she walked along the hallway she felt every part of her jiggle with each step. Jen’s memories came to her. She was going to check up on a patient’s results. But Sierra also felt Jen’s distraction. She was a mother of two and had been harried recently. Her husband was working a different shift this week. Between her job and her children there had been very little time with her husband and she was missing him. Intimately. As Sierra flicked through Jen’s memories, dredging up the image and the emotions related to her husband Sierra became aware that Jen’s body was feeling strangely tense and anxious but also wanting… something. Holy shit. Jen was horny.

The more Sierra tried to ignore it the more it nagged at her. Even as she checked the patient records and called over the doctor she was imagining what it would feel like to get off in this motherly body. She had to accompany the doctor to another room and look like she cared when what she really wanted was to slip away and tend to this desire that had flickered to life within her and which she couldn’t stamp out. It didn’t help that when she returned to the station Isaac was his usual flirty self as Sierra stood in the hallway trying to organize her notes and her thoughts. “Hey, they were doing two for one peanut butter cups downstairs so I got you one,” Isaac said, sliding it across the counter to her. So what they were both married. The attention was nice. She took it and shot him a grateful smile. “Yum,” she grinned, tearing into the treat. Sierra never really cared for these things but filtered through Jen’s taste buds it was amazing. Chocolatey salty goodness. She closed her eyes, savoring it. It wasn’t any substitute for the itch deep within her core. If anything it made it worse. Sierra apparently couldn’t leave the hospital in her bodies but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself while she was here. She nodded politely as Isaac bitched about his marriage. His wife wasn’t attentive, she flirted with other men, blah blah blah. If Isaac was upset his wife was flirting it was only because he had zero self-awareness. Katie took up a chair next to Isaac mid bitch-session, checking her glucose levels while Isaac finished up. “Sometimes I think I should just drop everything and leave. Just move away to some tropical island.” Isaac sighed. “That sounds good,” Katie chimed in, touching his shin playfully with the toe of her shoe. “I’ll come with.” “Perfect. I’ll need someone to oil me up.” “If you sunscreen my back I’ll sunscreen yours!” Isaac laughed and turned to Sierra. “You can get in on this, too, you know. No job. No responsibilities. No members of the public.” “No money,” Sierra added. “It’s a fantasy, I don’t need money!” “If it’s a fantasy, then—” Katie clicked her fingers. “Now we have money.” “Problem solved!” Sierra grinned and left Isaac and Katie to their flirting. With both of them occupied, she proceeded down the hall to an empty room. She got ever more excited as she got closer, more aware of how her body moved and swayed. Ducking inside the empty room, she jammed a chair up beneath the doorknob and then turned her attention to Jen’s body. “Let’s get a look at the goods,” she said to herself, fingers unbuttoning her top and pulling it off. She was greeted with Jen’s huge white bra and the deep valley of her cleavage. These breasts were so much big- ger than her own. Hell, this whole body was plumper, fuller. She unclasped her bra and shrugged it to the floor, letting her tits bounce down. “Whoa,” she exclaimed as she gathered up Jen’s breasts in each hand.

They filled her hand and were wonderfully warm and weighty, with a pleasant squeezability. Squeeze she did, fingers roaming over each full breast. She laughed as she jiggled them, the memory shooting into her mind of how Jen’s husband liked to fondle them and of what Jen liked. Sierra shifted her hands beneath her tits and squeezed them up against her chest. Her fingers splayed out, sur- rounding each strawberry pink nipple. She tweaked her nipples lightly, sending little shivers down her spine to join the welcome tension growing within her. Jen’s tits were fun to manipulate. And so sensitive! As Sierra pinched and squeezed and stroked herself her new nipples grew to sharp spikes. Now they demanded to be pinched harder and she rolled them slowly between her fingers. A breathy sigh escaped her lips. The tension in her core wound tighter, well on the way to the release she desperately needed. Sierra shimmied out of her pants and kicked off her panties. Jen’s underclothes were big, plain-looking things and certainly didn’t do much favors for her curvy body. Sierra lay down in the hospital bed, knees in the air, and spread her legs. Her huge breasts wobbled down either side of her chest. She stared down at her motherly body from her new vantage point, past her tits, over the slight pouch of stomach. Her mound was framed between her thighs, a light thatch of brunette hair just visible. Sierra’s hand wandered down to her strange new sex until her palm rested on her mound and her fingers just tickled the line of her entrance. She paused for a second, hit briefly with the knowledge that this was someone else’s hand, someone else’s pussy. Sierra held no special sexual attraction for women—unless she was putting on an act for someone else—but she felt ownership over Jen’s body. She felt almost like Jen herself, who’s only hesitance was that she was about to masturbate in a hospital room while on shift. Jen’s **** dissipated as Sierra began making long luxurious strokes up and down her entrance. Her finger- tips grazed her pussy, just sinking in. Mmm, that felt delightful, teasing and gentle, warming her up. Her pussy lips soon parted for herself and her fingertips pressed gently in to land on her warm folds. The ache in her core grew more insistent as she gathered her dew on her fingers. Up and down she stroked, spreading her juices across her pussy until she was slippery. She skated up to the top of her slit until her fingers found the little nub of her clit. Touching it sparked a deep yearning inside her. Oh, how Jen had missed this! Consequences be damned, she needed to get off. Placing her fingers either side of her pleasure button she stroked in tight circles. Christ, that was amazing. Jen’s body was so ready to go, unlike Sierra’s own, who’s pleasure had been dulled through **** use. Sierra’s new wider hips began rolling to the rhythm of her body as she thrust up gently against each downstroke. Fingers of one hand still on her clit, Sierra brought her other hand down to slip two fingers into her wet hole. She slid right in and was surrounded by Jen’s wet heat. Her fingers were pinched by Jen’s pussy as she thrust them deep into her canal, fingering herself slowly while she pleasured her clit. She could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs, could hear the slippery sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her sopping entrance. Tiny moans began escaping her lips. Her head moved side to side, eyes closed as she concentrated on the motion of her fingers inside her. The deep ache blossomed, filling her, the tension making her knees wiggle, her toes flex. She continued sliding her fingers in and out of Jen’s pussy, faster now, eyes clenched, body tensing ever more. She had to lean up to plunge deeper into herself, thrusting her fingers as deep in as she could get as she circled her clit. The tension burst within her suddenly and the orgasm made her throw her head back onto the bed, mouth agape as she moaned uncontrollably. Her mind was awash in relief and delight. The pleasure shot through her body, making her quiver with its intensity, filling her from head to toe while she continued fingering her pussy into trembling bliss. When it was done Sierra lay back on the bed, staring up at the hospital ceiling as she recovered from the incredible feeling. Jen was at peace for the first time in a long time.

Sierra got dressed and rejoined the rest of the ward as if nothing had happened. She went through the course of Jen’s duties, aided by Jen’s memories and her feelings, particularly in regard to her colleagues. She did the rounds with Dr. Spicer—prick—then helped Dr. Rawlinson—standoffish but good with patients—administer some **** to one of the heart patients. Sierra got a first-hand look at the locked room where the good **** were kept. She wondered how she could use this to her advantage as she went through the procedures for checking the **** out and having them dou- ble checked by a colleague. The disposal procedures for any leftovers. The way every step was double checked by someone else. It would be difficult but not impossible. Particularly while she was in Jen, who was trusted as confident and put-together. When Sierra got a chance she popped in to Room 311 to visit the resident hottie. And, man, was he. Even tucked up in a hospital gown he had classical good looks. Chiseled jaw with a day’s worth of stubble. Hefty biceps and sculpted arms. He was donating a kidney to a stranger in memory of his brother so he must be a good person. His name was Paul and he was funny and charming and with a baritone voice like silk. If Jen hadn’t been married—and Sierra hadn’t just taken care of her needs—she might have thrown herself at this hunk of a patient. As far as Sierra knew, the only way out of Jen was to try to leave the hospital. For the moment, though, she continued through Jen’s day, hoping that an opportunity to steal some **** would present itself. It was while she was at the nurses station and flirting with Isaac—they were friendly-arguing about the merits of the latest Holly- wood blockbuster—when she was called away to prep a patient for surgery. She assisted the anesthesiologist as he prepped the patient, double checking the dosage for him and generally making herself useful. He handed her the remnants of the bottle and Sierra secreted it in a pocket while he was distracted. It was a complete breach of hospital procedures but the two had worked together so long they trusted each other implicitly and he hadn’t bothered to keep a close eye on her. The next time Jen got the chance she slipped back into her own room. Pulling the bottle out she began to hide it beneath her body’s hospital gown and stopped. Would Jen remember doing this? If so, would she come and try to retrieve it as soon as she could? Would the **** knock this ability to possess people out of Sierra? Being in Jen’s sensible shoes—literally and figuratively—she determined that the high wasn’t worth the risk. She slipped the vial back in her pocket and destroyed it in the **** room as soon as she was able. When Jen’s shift ended, Sierra walked out the door, bracing herself as she stepped over the threshold and was plunged back into her own body. The change was sharp but she was prepared this time. There was no pain, more like a jerk as she came to a sudden stop and felt the explosion of new sensations as she returned to her own body and all of its usual maladies.

4 Sierra listened as the night shift came in. She heard the nurses in the hall talking, leaving for the day. A new nurse came in to check on her. Her name was Madi and she was a tiny little thing. Cute as hell. “Good, you’re awake. The others were worried about you. How are you feeling?” “Just tired,” Sierra lied. Her mind was wide awake. Her body had been asleep all day and was refreshed. “Antibiotic Ing is hard work.” “Sure is,” Madi agreed with a giggle. Sierra peered at this new nurse while she consulted the chart at the foot of Sierra’s bed. Madi was an adorable young woman with a soft-featured face and her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She wasn’t hot like Katie, the day nurse, but had a girl-next-door quality about her. She seemed very down to earth. Short. Friendly. Bouncing with energy. Sierra wondered what it would like to be her. God, the things she’d be able to do with that face. That adorable body. Madi checked the IV bag and seemed satisfied. She left soon after. The floor grew quieter. The room darker. But Sierra couldn’t sleep. Her mind was restless. She wanted to wander. Focusing on the ceiling, she let her body relax. Now she was aware of the point where her mind detached and began floating up. She maintained this calm focus until the ceiling was inches from her eyes. Only then did she turn and survey the room from her new vantage point. There was her body, seemingly fast asleep. Sierra turned and floated through the door. This time she remained high up near the ceiling so she wouldn’t accidentally get sucked into anyone else. She floated there, observing. There were two other nurses besides Madi wandering the halls. One went to check in on a patient, the other, a gray haired man, remained with Madi at the station. Sierra floated closer. Even without ears she could hear Madi speaking. “…pretty simple but that’s all I wanted. He gave me some beautiful flowers and took me out to this restaurant near me that I love.” Madi twiddled a pen effortlessly around her fingers as she spoke. “Sounds nice,” the older nurse agreed. Sierra hovered over the two of them, biding her time. She didn’t know if she could be seen in this cloud form of hers but she wasn’t going to take any chances. When the gray haired nurse turned to type on the computer Sierra launched herself down and inside Madi. There was that thunk of a sudden stop as the world rotated and she was looking out from behind someone else’s eyes. The physical sensations raced in, filtered through Madi’s senses. Sierra felt smaller, fragile in a way that she hadn’t as the confident Jen, yet with more energy. Madi was boisterous, and Sierra jiggled her leg with nervous energy. The old nurse turned back to Madi and resumed the con- versation as if nothing had happened. But Sierra didn’t want to talk about Madi’s date with her boyfriend. Masturbating in Jen’s body had been such a unique, wonderful experience that Sierra was excited to discover what pleasure other bodies could offer. Sierra made a lame excuse to leave and hurried down the hall. Madi’s body was so lithe, she practically bounced on her toes. The little ponytail swished back and forth, tickling her neck. Her entire body was tight—from hiking, Sierra realized after skating through her memories—and her calves were toned and perfect. Her breasts were smaller than Jen’s, perky little things commensurate with the diminutive size of her body.

Handsome Paul in 311 was still awake when Sierra slipped in and quietly shut the door behind her. “Evening, Madi,” he said genially. “Hi Paul,” Sierra’s voice was so girly and light. Carefree. That was it. That was the big difference between Sierra and Madi. Also, the **** use. Sierra wheeled Paul’s dinner tray out of the way and hopped up onto the bed, sitting right near his knees. Sierra could feel Madi’s unease at being so casual with a patient but she pushed the thought away. “I just came in to check on you,” she chirped. “I’m doing pretty well. Nervous. I hope they don’t push the surgery back again.” His smooth voice sent little thrills down Sierra’s spine. He was gazing at her intently and Sierra knew in that mo- ment that Paul wanted Madi. She also knew that Madi was attracted to Paul, though she would never be so brazen as to do anything. Really, Sierra could believe she was just helping get these two together. “I find a massage helps ease the tension for me.” Sierra gently pulled the covers off of Paul’s body before beginning to rub one of Paul’s calves. Madi’s tiny fingers dug lightly into Paul’s warm skin. She traced his muscles, rubbing gently in small circles to ease the tension. Paul relaxed back onto the bed, his hospital gown crinkling. “Mmm, that’s nice,” he said. “Never been massaged by a nurse before.” “I hope not,” Madi giggled, slowly moving up his leg. “You’ve got really nice legs.” “Thanks. I—ooh,” he stopped and recoiled as Sierra’s fingers slid up to the bottom of his thigh, just beneath his hospital gown. “That’s, uh…” Sierra shifted closer to him and gazed into his eyes. “You like that? I know ways to really ease the tension.” On that she slid her hand up his thigh, bunching up the paper hospital gown, her arm disappearing beneath as she closed in on his manhood. “You…do, huh?” Paul asked. Sierra could see his confusion, and also his want. What guy wouldn’t want a sexy nurse to attend to his every need and make him feel better? A sexy horny nurse, Sierra realized as she shifted on the bed. Madi’s panties were already moist, her nether lips sliding together. Wow, this body was eager and ready. It had been Madi’s mind holding her back and with that out of the way Sierra could enjoy Madi’s petite body to the fullest. “Yeah,” Sierra nodded. “Of course, there’s really only one way to ease all that tension.” Her fingers found his cock beneath the gown, already throbbing to attention for her. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked the warm length gently. Paul stared down at her and licked his lips nervously. God, he was so cute when he was nervous. The big strong man nervous for her. It made Sierra feel powerful. She tugged the gown up and over his belly. His erection sprang up to greet her. The head was swollen and angry with desire. Sierra pushed Madi’s **** to the back of her mind as she lowered her face and licked the tip of Paul’s cock. He tasted warm and deliciously salty. Sierra understood that Madi had very little experience with giving blowjobs, so Sierra would have to teach her. She opened her little lips and swallowed the head of Paul’s dick. It pressed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she took him, gliding her lips slowly down the warm shaft. She only managed to swallow half of Paul’s cock before Madi’s gag reflex kicked in and she withdrew, leaving his length slick with her saliva. Well, that wouldn’t do.

Sierra tried again, opening her mouth wide, prepared this time for the gag reflex her own body had long ago over- come. She used her own training to glide Madi’s lips down, down Paul, taking him all in until the cock hit the back of her throat and her cute little nose rested within the nest of his pubic hair. Sierra’s mouth was gloriously full. His welcome heat burned between her lips. She swiveled her tongue this way and that, tracing little patterns up the veiny shaft as she raised her lips and then drove back down. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, climbing onto the bed for a better angle, her petite ass in the air. Then she drove her lips down Paul’s cock once more. She moaned as his salty taste landed on her tongue. Madi’s delight flared to life, a deep yearning beginning to build within her thighs. Sierra moved faster. Paul moaned in desire every time she sank her plump lips down his manhood. She kept it up, working his incredible cock as saliva dribbled down her lips, making him slick and wet and ready. Just like Madi. “Fuck, that’s good,” Paul whispered. Sierra smiled around the cock in her mouth. When was the last time sex had been for pleasure instead of transactional? This was nice. She could enjoy it. And she did. Paul throbbed once in her mouth and she paused, holding him there until he could control himself. The spicy taste of him dripped onto her tongue. She pulled her lips off with a wet pop. “I was wrong,” she said, unbuttoning her pants and slipping out of both them and her panties. “There are two ways to ease all that tension.” She climbed on top of him and knelt on his waist so that the underside of his cock pressed up against Madi’s slick entrance. Paul held up his hands and Sierra took them, fingers entwining as she rolled her hips up and down the underside of his shaft, lubricating him with her juices. The bulbous head of his cock slid up against her clit at each downstroke, growing the wonderful ache between her thighs. They stared into each other’s eyes, holding hands as she rocked on him. God, was he getting even harder? He felt so good sliding against her crevasse. Sierra closed her eyes and moaned in a fluttery voice, teasing herself on Paul’s manhood until she couldn’t take it anymore. “I need you inside me,” she demanded, staring into his eyes. Sierra slipped out of his fingers and leaned forward, positioning his cock head against her sweet hole. Paul ducked his hands beneath her top, sliding up to grab her bra and squeeze her soft breasts. She felt his cockhead push against her entrance, urgent and hot. She sank back, luxuriating in the gentle pressure and then he slid in. Sierra’s eyes popped open and she moaned, long and low, as he sheathed himself inside her. His girth pressed apart the tight walls of her cunt as his length speared her. She drove down until their bodies rested together and she held him inside. He was so big, or Madi was so small, Sierra couldn’t tell which. It didn’t matter, though, the effect was the same. She felt so full, bordering on the edge of pain. But, god, it was a wonderful pain. Full. Tense. Dizzying in its intensity. She rocked her hips, feeling him withdraw before gliding back and filling herself on his length once more. His cock head hit the dimpled walls of her innermost pleasure and drove a groan from her lips. She was already a puddle, juices pooling down his shaft and his thighs. Sierra moved faster, grinding on him, filling herself with him as he clutched at her tits. He thrust up and she clenched her eyes shut, quivering as the first explosive or- gasm shot through her. She cried out and clapped one hand over mouth to muffle herself as she rocked desper- ately back and forth. He must have felt her cum. Her entire body shook, and yet he only paused, holding onto himself. When she recovered he resumed his gentle thrusting, meeting her on each downstroke, driving deep into her sopping wet heat. They were both grunting now, bodies moving together, rocking, connected to each other through Madi’s wet

pussy. The deep aching itch resumed in Sierra’s core, the delicious tension of another rising orgasm. She urged it on, rocking faster, moaning for him. “Yes! Yes. Oh god yes!” Sierra cried, and now it was Paul who clapped his hand over her mouth to muffle her ex- citement. His warm hand covered her lips, his spicy scent filled her nose. She slipped one of his fingers into his mouth and playfully sucked on it. That was all it took to send him over the edge. Paul gripped her hips and shoved himself deep inside, bucking Sierra up and throbbing deep, deep into her. Sier- ra sucked on Paul’s finger to muffle her cries as spurt after spurt of his creamy seed pumped deep into Madi’s tight pussy. This orgasm was tremendous, filling Sierra’s mind with starbursts of light as her body shook with ecstasy. She rode the throbbing cock all the way down. Finally, he was empty and she was full of him and she collapsed on top, breathing hard. She clutched him as her body was rocked with aftershocks. Madi had never been fucked so good. Even by her boyfriend. Maybe that was because she’d never truly freed herself the way Sierra had. It was so much easier to not care when you were someone else. When Sierra recovered she scooted off of Paul, frowning momentarily at the sudden emptiness. She slipped back into her pants and her panties, feeling his seed drip down her thigh as she said goodnight and walked out the door. God, that was so filthy, and Sierra was surprised to find that innocent little Madi had loved it. The next hour as Madi was busy but uneventful. Being in Madi’s cute body was fun. People just seemed to trust Madi in a way they never trusted Sierra. Maybe it was the adorable face. Or the contagious energy. Or the lack of needle marks up and down her arms. Whatever it was made it all too easy to swipe some money from their pock- ets on the pretense of squaring things away. She would then stuff it beneath the pillow of her own body, won- dering if Madi would ever remember this and, if she did, what would she think? When her shift was over Sierra stepped over the hospital threshold and returned to her body. The thing about possessing people and then getting off was that though it felt amazing in the moment, Sierra’s actual body hadn’t participated, which meant when she returned she was hornier than she’d ever been. She stroked herself remembering that moment with the handsome patient, watching through Madi’s eyes as she made the cute nurse bounce happily on the man’s dick. After Sierra finally came she sunk into sleep, her mind finally spent.

5 Isaac was Sierra’s attending nurse the next morning. Sierra had moved the money she’d stolen as Madi to her bag in the closet so when Isaac changed the sheets he found nothing. As Sierra walked around with the IV at- tached to her and did some stretches she realized her body ached from lying down. She’d been bouncing around as different people for so long she almost forgot to take care of herself. Hell, she’d been ravenous that morning, having missed several meals, and she’d devoured her breakfast almost as soon as it had been set in front of her. But this new power was so much fun she didn’t want to miss a moment. She chatted with Isaac as he stripped the sheets and replaced them with fresh ones. She took every opportunity to admire the curve of his muscles and the way his solid body flexed and bent. He was delicious and it occurred to her that she had yet to try out being a guy. “Is this the best part of your job?” Sierra joked. “Acting as a glorified maid? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the turn down service.” “All the downsides of being short-staffed with none of the perks,” Isaac said, only half joking, as he replaced Sierra’s pillow cover. “Do you do home visits?” Sierra asked suggestively. Though her flirtatious moves towards Isaac were slightly undermined by the fact she was dragging an unwieldy IV rack around with her. “Sorry. Not covered by insurance,” he grinned. Isaac bawled up the sheets and helped Sierra back into bed. She lay back and entered her trance while Isaac was still in the room. It was quicker this time. She felt herself detaching and floating up out of her body in seconds. Isaac was halfway to the door, the sheets in his hand, when her spirit barreled into him. That jolt of disori- entation hit her and then she was in his body. Her rugged hands gripped the pile of bed sheets. Flexing her arms, she watched her muscles stand out. He wasn’t completely ripped but he was well toned. Sierra felt bigger, stronger, more confident. She flexed her fin- gers. They felt massive. Thicker and longer than her own. She dropped the sheets on the floor and closed the door. With each step she was aware of the new equipment dangling between her legs, bouncing against one thigh. How did guys walk around with this thing in their pants all day and not be completely distracted? Sierra was way too curious not to check out her new goods. She un- zipped her pants and then fished around in Isaac’s boxers for his dick. “Whoa ho ho,” she chuckled as she wrapped her thick fingers around the meaty shaft and pulled it out. It dangled down and she admired it as she stroked it gently. It was so sensitive but solid at the same time. She fondled herself, surprised at how immediate the sensations were as she squeezed the shaft and then lightly slapped the bulbous head against one of Isaac’s palms. It was fun playing with his manhood and she grew hard as she fiddled with it, the length growing and becoming ever more rigid until it stuck out awkwardly in front of her. The desire sparked to life quickly, much quicker than as a woman. Her pussy had needed to be teased, coaxed into gentle arousal. Isaac’s dick was eager to jump to attention, the delicious tension blossoming at the base and demanding instant gratification. The sound of the door latch behind her made her jump. She quickly stuffed Isaac’s dick back in her pants and pretended to be checking some of the readouts on the equipment behind the bed while she waited for herself to soften. Her pants stretched out tight in front of her, giving away what she’d been doing. “Oh, there you are.” It was Katie. Her voice triggered a whole flood of emotions and memories. Friendship. Flirting. Desire. She was a familiar and refreshing presence on the ward. Isaac’s flirty memories with her were tinged with a very real want.

Neither of them had acted upon it, though they’d come close a few times, dancing around the issue, neither quite ready to be the one to initiate it. Isaac hadn’t been ready to close the door on his marriage and Katie hadn’t wanted to be the “other woman”. Sierra turned and gave her a grin. It was different seeing her through his eyes. And maybe a little of that desire from her all too brief hard-on was still within her. Katie looked gorgeous. Her jet black hair fell to her back and her mocha brown eyes seemed to pin her in place. And, god, that figure. Toned and fit, with perfectly crafted hips, a sculpted ass and bouncy breasts that called to Isaac. Or maybe Sierra. She didn’t know where his desire stopped and hers began. Did it even matter? “Jen’s looking for you.” She said, and then off her grin: “What?” “Nothing,” Sierra shook her head. “No, really, what?” She stepped closer. “I’ll tell you later,” Sierra promised. Katie stared into her eyes for a beat and then smiled. “You better. It looked interesting.” “You have no idea,” Sierra winked, Isaac’s natural flirtatiousness taking over. She grabbed the sheets and dumped them in one of the hampers out in the hallway before heading back to the nurses’ station to see what Jen wanted. She didn’t get a chance to pull Katie aside for the rest of the morning. There were new patients and changes in schedules and people calling in sick enough to keep Sierra running from room to room. She lost her cool when, in the midst of it all, Jen disappeared for about ten minutes, returning with a blush in her cheeks. “Where were you?” Sierra demanded as she juggled several patent records. “I was fixing up the next room,” Jen said, though she didn’t meet Sierra’s eye. Sierra didn’t have time to question it because the rooms were rapidly filling up and she was called away to check this man’s meds or insert that woman’s catheter. She became accustomed to reaching into Isaac’s mind for his skills and moved with a surety she’d never felt before. It was nice being good at something for once. Something that helped other people. Often they were even grateful. It wasn’t until hours later that Sierra finally got relieved so she could slip away to the staff room for a break. The staff room was at the end of the hall. It had a couch in front of a television, and a few pull-out cots for the night crew as well as some lockers. Another door led into a full bathroom with a shower. Sierra collapsed on the couch. Even in Isaac’s muscular body she was exhausted from being run ragged all morning. She closed her eyes briefly but was interrupted by the sound of the hallway door opening and then closing. The light was blocked by someone and Sierra cracked an eye open to see Katie smiling down at her. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Katie smiled. “Long morning, huh?” “Tell me about it,” Sierra said, pushing herself into a sitting position so that Katie could take a seat next to her on the couch. Katie swept her jet black hair behind each ear and tucked one leg under her so she could face Sierra. She had a face Sierra could stare at all day. Elegant chin. Perfect swoop of a nose. Exquisitely crafted eyebrows over deep brown eyes she found herself getting lost in. Katie smiled. “You okay?” Sierra realized she had been staring at Katie a little too intensely. Their faces were so close. She blinked. “Yeah,

just…” Sierra trailed off. She’d been on the twilight edge of dozing off and that, combined with Isaac’s deep but barely hidden attraction to Katie, made her confident and carefree. This wasn’t her body so there would be no conse- quences for her. Why not follow where her body and Isaac’s mind desperately wanted to go? Sierra leaned forward suddenly and kissed Katie on the lips. Katie jumped slightly and a muffled “Mmmph” of surprise escaped her lips as she put a hand to Sierra’s chest. But she didn’t retreat and a second later she was kissing Sierra back, gripping his shirt to pull them closer together. Their warm breath melded and Sierra tasted Katie’s cherry sweetness as she flicked her tongue across Katie’s lips. She was so soft and gentle, perfectly fitting with Isaac’s rough, hard body. They made out fiercely, pent-up desire for each other bursting out in a rush of kissing and caressing. Arms trailed down each other’s bodies, gripping each other closer and then Katie pushed herself forward. Sierra fell back onto the couch on her back, Katie practically straddling her as they desperately made out. Sierra gripped Katie’s slender waist, her hands roaming up to Katie’s ample chest and then back down, feeling every inch of her delicious body as Kate did the same to her. Katie’s hair tickled down Sierra’s cheeks and the alluring floral scent of her hair filled Sierra’s nose. Sierra moaned into Katie’s mouth, her arousal getting sharper by the second. She could feel herself shifting down there. Growing hard and thick and full. With it came an urgent insistence. This was no slow build up like in Jen’s body. This was raw need. Sierra ached to bury herself within Katie. Katie pulled away and pushed her long black hair out of her eyes. She glanced towards the door to the hallway and Sierra had a sudden understanding that that door didn’t lock and anyone could walk in at any second. Katie jumped off of Sierra and helped her to her feet, then pulled her into the bathroom stall, locking the door be- hind them. Goddamn, Katie had a nice ass. Taut and squeezable. Sierra’s eyes locked on it until they fell against the tiled wall of the shower, clinging to each other, lips and tongues exploring each other once again. They tore off each other’s clothes and Sierra was faced with Katie’s exquisite breasts. Sierra had, of course, seen tits before. But these were magnificent. Ripe and full and perfectly formed. Isaac’s yearning had seemed to meld with her own and she was obsessed with Katie’s breasts. She bent her head, suckling on each nipple one at a time, kissing her way around the vast fullness of each tit. Her hands squeezed the weighty softness as she flicked her tongue against each nipple. Now in a man’s body Sierra understood the allure of tits. Katie clutched her to her breast and sighed softly, a fluttering sound of want. Sierra remained locked to Katie’s tits, kissing them, worshiping them, obsessed with each perfect inch of their beauty. Sierra’s manhood was at full mast, nestled against the soft warm skin of Katie’s stomach and trapped between their bodies. The **** itch within Sierra became too much to ignore. Sierra reached down to grab one of Katie’s thighs, pulling her leg into the air and out to open her thighs while at the same flipping around to press Katie up against the tiled shower walls. Katie wrapped herself around Sierra as Sierra’s cockhead found Katie’s waiting entrance. She rolled her hips, sheathing herself inside Katie’s wet heat with one smooth motion. Sierra groaned as her sharp desire was slightly sated by being surrounded by Katie. But then the desperation re- turned with a vengeance. She mashed her lips back to Katie’s as she withdrew and then slid in again, enjoying each inch of Katie’s sweet canal as her cock curved up and up until their groins were connected. Need and want and yearning drove her on. They clutched each other as Sierra sped up, overcome by desire, unable to think, only able to want. She thrust faster into Katie’s warm pussy, one hand coming down to grip a soft tit again. She could feel her balls slapping against Katie’s thighs, could hear the wet sounds of their sex as Sierra filled Katie with her massive

member, again and again and again. Katie was moaning into Sierra’s mouth now, which only made Sierra want her that much more. She pounded the soft body she was clutching against the wall, grunting at each thrust, pulling Katie’s legs wider apart so she could slide in deeper, nestle her full length within Katie’s warm body. The itch spiked suddenly. Sier- ra was unaware of what was happening until she drove as deep and as hard into Katie’s body as she could and felt her cock throbbing. Katie cried out in desire as she took all of Sierra, each hot pump of seed slightly sating Sierra’s need, until she was empty and spent. Sierra remained still inside Katie, still holding her aloft as she buried her head into Katie’s hair and inhaled the sweet feminine scent of her. After a few seconds Sierra released Katie and grasped her by the waist. They stared into each other’s eyes. A little smile appeared at the corner of Katie’s lips. God, had Sierra ever seen anyone so beautiful? “Well, that was unexpected. But nice.” “Shall we do this again sometime?” “What about your wife?” Sierra shrugged, feeling the little tug of Isaac’s guilty conscience. “We’re splitting up. I don’t need to know what she’s doing and she doesn’t need to know what I’m doing.” It was a little lie, not something Sierra had found in Isaac’s mind. Just something to ease Katie’s worries. “Still, let’s keep this secret for now.” “Yeah. Pretty sure HR would have something to say if they knew.” They got dressed and checked to make sure no one was in the lounge before slipping out of the bathroom. They spent the rest of the shift making eyes at each other. Even Harmony, normally not one to pay much attention to coworker dynamics, pulled Sierra aside and asked: “What’s up with you and Katie?” “Nothing,” Sierra grinned. “Uh huh,” Harmony said in evident disbelief. When Isaac’s shift finished Sierra crossed the threshold of the hospital and landed back in her own body.

Epilogue Over the course of the next several days as Sierra continued with her course of medication, she also continued with possessing people. It was better than any television show or anything on the internet. She possessed doc- tors and patients, men and women, the old and the young. Each new person was a new experience. Yet she al- ways came back to the nurses on the ward: Jen, Isaac, Katie, Harmony, Madi. Sierra noticed that her time spent in their bodies had a distinct impact even when she left. Jen would sneak away to quietly masturbate in an empty room. Isaac and Katie continued their tryst. Madi kept fucking the hottest patients. It was like every action Sierra had done in their bodies became incorporated into their personalities. It was a power Sierra tried her best not to ****, but when she was inside someone else who was so strong or sexy she couldn’t help take advantage of it. In the end she couldn’t fight her discharge. She tried, even jumping into various doctors to recommend she stay. But eventually she was discharged and escorted by the police down the lift and through the lobby in a wheel- chair. She struggled to stop it but the police kept a firm grip on her shoulder as they escorted her over the threshold of the hospital. There was a sharp jolt as she left the hospital, a final reminder of everything she’d en- joyed. But Sierra knew that her power was gone and she was once again only herself. Though she thought that, with some more **** experimentation, maybe she could replicate the results of her in- credible hospital stay one day.