Old Habits

Jay had a secret. When he was about 10-years-old he discovered that he had an uncanny ability to possess people's bodies. He started with possessing some of his family members, before moving on to his classmates, then strangers. And so on. When he got older and hit puberty, his motivations changed along with his piquing curiosity about the opposite sex. While Jay developed crushes on some of his female classmates, he remained crippling shy. His fantasies about having sex with them soon turned into fantasies about entering their bodies in an entirely different manner. Throughout the years, Jay had possessed people countless times, while a lucky feature of his ability made sure that none of them would ever be the wiser –his body would continue running on autopilot.

Now, as a young adult, Jay was living a peaceful life with his girlfriend, Lisa. From the day they met, Jay had vowed to put his abilities aside and focus on their relationship. Weeks would go by without the thought of possessing someone occurred to him. Those weeks turned into months, and Jay had effectively forgotten all about his abilities.

Then, one day, that all changed. Lisa had asked him to pick up some used clothes from a local Craigslist ad she found. Some fashion blogger in the neighborhood was selling off her old dresses. Jay pulled up to the house and rang the doorbell.

The seller opened the front door and shook his hand, "Hi! You must be Lisa's boyfriend."

"Jay," he smiled back, "Nice to meet you."

"Madison," she ushered him inside, "Come on in. I have the dresses hanging here."

"Thank you," Jay followed.

He couldn't help but notice Madison's incredible womanly curves as she strutted before him. She was, admittedly, incredibly hot. About the same age as Lisa. Married, too, if the ring on her finger was any indication. She had long and luscious hair and a perfect feminine face.

For the first time in a long time, Jay fantasized about being with another woman. Or was he fantasizing about possessing her?

His girlfriend, Lisa was wildly intelligent, a financial analyst. She never put on a lot of makeup. He had always admired her for that. Madison, on the other hand, did not strike him as particularly sharp. She clearly put a lot of effort into her looks. The prospect of inhabiting Madison –assuming her role– felt like the ultimate betrayal of Lisa. Jay hated that the the thought of that made the idea of possessing Madison all the more thrilling. The idea of seeing Madison's world from her eyes was tantalizing. He'd have her memories, her knowledge, her skills. He'd have her.

One day, he told himself. One day of being Madison. He'd act like the perfect trophy wife. Perhaps he'd suck her husband's cock. He grew hard at the thought of waking up in the morning in Madison's skin, wearing nothing but her personal lingerie, feeling her beautiful body warm up as her husband kisses him softly on her lips.

Not long after, Jay waved goodbye to his old body from the confines of Madison's home, before shutting the door behind him. This would be his home for the next day or so. His safe space to fulfill his wildest fantasies as a straight woman named Madison. Jay snickered as he pulled back his long hair and waltzed towards her bedroom, where his new wardrobe eagerly awaited him. He had to find something to wear for his husband.

"The dress," he muttered to himself, "the dress. Yes, the dress."He walked to the mirror. He was stunning. He was the spitting image of Madison. The reflection in the mirror was Madison. 

"Madison," he said. "I'm Madison."

Jay lay down in her bed with the intention of masturbating as her. He closed his eyes and imagined himself being fucked by her husband. He imagined her moans of pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of her. He imagined her begging him to cum inside her. 

He imagined her begging him to impregnate her. 

Jay opened his eyes and smiled. 

“A little more,” he purred.

Jay climaxed for the first time as a woman. He could feel her juices running down his thighs.

He rested his hand on her naked breast. It was soft and warm. He felt her heart beat inside his chest. He loved being a woman.