The next day, I was lounging in my room. James’ device sat on my bedside table, taunting me.
I wondered if it would work on old home videos…
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the device. Using it on strangers in porn was one thing, but invading the privacy of my own family and friends felt like crossing a line. Still, curiosity gnawed at me.
With trembling fingers, I dug out an old VHS tape from the back of my closet. It was labeled "Sarah's Sweet 16." Sarah was my older sister, now 25. I hadn't watched this video in years.
I popped the tape into our ancient VCR and hit play.
The grainy footage flickered to life, showing my sister Sarah as a beaming 16-year-old, surrounded by friends at her birthday party. I watched for a few moments, feeling a twinge of nostalgia.
Before I could second-guess myself, I activated James' device.
There was a familiar flash of light, and suddenly I was there - inside the video, inhabiting my sister's teenage body. The sensation was jarring. I felt smaller, lighter. Long hair tickled my shoulders and I could feel the constriction of a bra around my chest.
"Happy birthday, Sarah!" voices called out around me. I turned to see Sarah's high school friends gathered around, grinning and laughing.
It was surreal to see these familiar faces from my past, looking so young. I caught a glimpse of myself - of Sarah - in a mirror. She looked exactly as I remembered from that day.
I felt a hand wrap around my waist, and a familiar voice chimed in, “Come on, let’s take some pictures!”
It was Gabe, Sarah’s boyfriend at the time. He pulled me closer, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. The sensation was strange; I had never thought of Gabe in a romantic way, but now, I felt an unfamiliar flutter in Sarah’s stomach.
“Say cheese!” one of Sarah’s friends called out, snapping a photo as Gabe leaned in to plant a quick kiss on my cheek.
Gabe leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear.
“You’re the most beautiful girl here,” he whispered, sending a jolt through me, “Let’s go dance!”
He pulled me toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room. The upbeat music played in the background, and suddenly we were surrounded by friends, laughter echoing as they joined us.
As we danced, I felt the vibrations of the bass thrumming through Sarah's body. I found myself dancing like a girl, my hips swaying, flaunting my sister’s assets.
But then, just as quickly as it began, I was back in my own body again.
The remnants of the party buzzed in my mind as I sat on the edge of my bed, heart racing from the whirlwind experience. The colors, the laughter, my sister’s body felt achingly real.
I glanced at James’ device, still pulsating gently on my bedside table—a siren call to explore more.
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