The party was in full swing, the dance floor pulsating with bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. Amidst the dancers, Mike moved through the crowd with Sonya, his heart pounding with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nerves. He couldn’t believe he was being forced out of his comfort zone by her. She was his best friend since high school and recently became his girlfriend, but there was something different about her too.
He admired her intellect, her quirky sense of humor, and the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her passions. She knew that he was also uncomfortable in social situations, so they stayed away from parties and focused on gaming. But recently, Mike noticed a remarkable shift in her demeanor. Sonya seemed more outgoing and engaging. She was not the shy, reserved Sonya he knew. With an excited sparkle in her eyes, she guided him towards a dim, quiet corner of the dance floor. He followed her, heart pounding in anticipation. He noticed her glance at the crowd, an impish grin playing on her lips before she closed the distance between them. “This is a good spot. Come on, this is going to be fun. I love being watched.”
But Mike gently held her at arm's length. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers while he started to feel a little uncomfortable with doing this in front of so many different people. He was willing to do anything under most circumstances, and he loved being ordered around by her, but something was off. “This has been bothering me a lot, Sonya. What’s … what’s gotten into you recently? You’re never like this.”
She shrugged. “Let them watch. Don’t you love me?” She looked a bit surprised, then chuckled softly. “I get it. You’re mad about last night. I wasn’t lying, though. You made me feel so good.” She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. “Or were you faking it?” There was a smile on her face when he shook his head, but Mike noticed a hint of something else in her eyes, maybe uncertainty. “Okay, you’ve got me. I’m not Sonya. But don’t you think I’m better in her shoes? You sure weren’t complaining these past few nights at the hotel.”
“Wait, what?” The question, coupled with her confession, left Mike stunned. He was grappling to understand this new Sonya and how he truly felt about her, and it was all because she wasn’t Sonya at all. “Then who are you?”
She lightly kissed his lips. “When you and her went to her grandmother’s funeral, I latched onto her body. She wished she was more social around people, so I used that uncertainty to possess her permanently. You can keep calling me Sonya, but my real name’s Maribeth, her nana.” The music continued to pulse around them, the crowd moving obliviously, as Mike stood, staring at the possessed Sonya, questioning what he really knew about this girl he'd been crushing on since high school. “No, dear, there isn’t a way to reverse this. I wouldn’t give up her body if I could. Not after she took my place in the afterlife, and not after you helped me cum in her body. She was wasting her life with her young body, and I decided to take care of things for her. Besides, you wouldn’t be able to do anything or tell anybody. Nobody would believe you.” She kissed his cheek lightly. “Now, did you want to leave my life forever, or did you want to keep being my boyfriend and do as I say?”
Mike wasn’t sure if she was messing with him or trying to arouse him. He wasn’t into old people, but just seeing the naughty look in Sonya’s eye made him swallow his pride. His girlfriend was willing to do anything with him, so he decided to see where things would lead. “This is probably just a kink thing,” he would tell himself for years to come.