That First Look

“I guess I’m kind of a prankster as ghosts go, but being bound to the house and grounds of the Motley Mansion do leave you short of entertainment. Anyway, whenever one of those silly ghost hunters comes around, I love to step into the mirror and make a noise to attract them. Then when they walk up and see me superimposed over their reflection, I strike.

I paralyze their body, dispel their clothing, possess their form, and then transform it into my own. I swear the look on their faces when they see themselves standing there as a naked copy of me, instead of some nerd boy with a shrunken little member is priceless.

Sometimes, their lust overcomes everything else, and it’s all I can do to keep them from playing with themselves when we’re done. Some of these poor boys have never had sex in their lives, much less seen a pretty girl up close. Of course I do share the feelings of pleasure with them when we go find one of their colleagues and get in a little sexual workout. I’m not cruel you know. Anyway Tom, let’s wipe that stupid look of my face, put down the candle, and go have some fun.”

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Reality Show Ghost

A reality show had rented the old Motley mansion for a ‘Stay the Week in a Haunted House’ show. The guests were checking out the house while being followed by camera crews in turn showing where they planned to hole up that night. Darrel, a science nerd who professed not to believe in ghost or paranormal activity, was checking out some rooms on the third floor when he ran into a woman carrying a candelabrum.

“Who are you,” he asked? ‘I thought I knew everyone on the show.”

“Oh, you wouldn't know me,” she said approaching him. “I’m just here to educate you. You see Darrel, ghost are real. Here let me show you.” Putting down her candles, Lady Chatterley’s ghost flowed over him like a cold dense fog. Seeping into the pores of his skin, the ghost froze the morrow in his bones, and began to transform Darrel into her own lovely image. His hair lengthened and turned auburn, his dick melted away, his hips widened, and his waist thinned. His clothes transformed into a pale lavender dress, and his shoes into well formed high heels.

Smiling at herself in the dusty mirror, Lady Chatterley picked up the candles and made her way towards the stairs. “Darrel, you’re in for a treat. I’m going to go find that hansom host of your TV show, and give him some proof of what a ghost can really do. And you get to learn all about sex as a woman. Because I’m going to let you watch. Come on now, it’s ShowTime.”

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Dorothy Can Possess Guys Too

With the Old Motley mansion being renovated, a number of contractors have run across one or more of the ghost which are said to haunt the old place. Gerald and his workman were rewiring the electrical system throughout the whole second floor. When Gerald found a hidden room, he switched on the lights and saw a young woman in silver colored lingerie holding her arms across her chest. “Hay babe who are you?”

“I'm Dorothy,” the girl replied, drifting over towards Gerald without touching the floor. “And I'm so glad you found me. I’m tired of that old ghost Lady Chatterley having all the fun. I can possess a man too you know.” 

With that the shapely ghost flowed up Gerald’s nose and froze him in place. His body started to morph, growing smaller and shapelier. His arms slimmed down, his clothes vanished, his hips widened and rounded in the back, his waist grew sleek and slim, and he grew a nice shapely pair of breast. Lastly, his dick disappeared, and a trim female slit took its place. When the changes were done, Dorothy stood there in her bra and panties with a smile on her face.

“OK Gerald,” she said walking towards the door, “let’s go find your boys and give them a little bonus action with the boss.”

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Ancient Possession

Jenna was an oh so correct maid who worked for Lord Henry Wentworth, the Archeologist. When the butler told her to go and dust the latest pieces of Lord Henry’s collection, she curtsied and went to follow orders.

Everything was fine until she got to the mummy case. Then when she lightly dusted the shriveled old form, a green mist rose up out of nowhere and enveloped her body. She coughed and gagged as it choked her and caused her to pass out.

She awoke a silent passenger in her own body. She watched horrified as she saw herself walk back to her quarters. She could see every action as the controlling presence sat before her mirror and applied heavy eye makeup, and selected clothes for a night on the town.

Imhotep rose from the mirror and studied his new face and form. The change of sex did not disturb him; after 3000 years, any young and healthy body was welcome. She left to learn about the girl’s world and its pleasures.

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