5. Body Change
"Ah, my head. Did I pass out for a sec? Was that just a dream?"
I stood up, groping my breasts.
"No way that was this woman's memories. Like some cliché where you read them at climax? Nothing could be more convenient."
I grinned, thrilled at the possibility that it might actually be true.
"Not certain yet, though. Time for a test."
I hopped up on the desk. A bunch of cosmetics were scattered across it. Of course, I had zero clue about makeup.
"So, what first? Gotta do it if I'm heading out. Girl and all."
I half-closed my eyes and grabbed whatever my hand touched. I zoned out for a bit, watching my delicate fingers move on their own. They picked out a few products and started painting my face. I loved watching the faded makeup come back to life. Finally, I applied lipstick and smacked my lips.
"Just a hunch, but it worked? Or is it just this body's habits? Even if it's only mimicking this much, I can count it as reading her memories."
I stared into the mirror. Tilting my head this way and that, I took in Da-sol. With perfect makeup, she was way prettier.
"Perfect. No one would doubt I'm Da-sol. Not even her mom. I am her now. Heh!"
I cackled at my reflection. What an absurd power—this is the perk of possession.
"Time for a change of pace. Let's head out. But these stockings are trashed."
I peeled off the mangled stockings, buried my face in them, took a deep breath, then chucked them in the trash.
"Bet these would sell for a fortune. But I can make more anytime now."
I touched my pussy. It was still slick with juices, sending a little jolt through me. But I had other plans. I pulled on fresh stockings. Black ones wrapping my legs—gorgeous. Any guy would sneak a peek.
"Any sexy clothes?"
I rummaged through the closet again but ended up with a plain knit sweater, cardigan, and jacket.
"Tch, nothing good. Shoes might work, though."
I grabbed the boots. Proportions were decent, and they weren't bad. Above all, they were cute. I sniffed inside—still just leather scent.
"I'll fill you with good smells soon, boots. Ahaha."
I slid my black-stockinged legs into them.
"Okay, what's first? Humans have tons of urges beyond sex. Time to indulge in everything I missed while dying."
I smiled and opened the door.
"With her money, of course. Heh."
I felt like I owned the world. And honestly, I did.
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"Been a while since I hit a place this fancy."
I devoured a steak, paid up. My hands shook a little at checkout—not my money, though.
"Sucks that a woman's body can't pack away more."
I hit the streets again. The boots kept my feet toasty—nice. Heels were still awkward, but not too high, and I adapted quick after a few steps. But that wasn't the point.
"Mmm."
I hadn't realized it before, but being in a woman's body hit different.
"Yeah, I can feel the stares."
I whispered to myself. Maybe because I was wearing stockings girls don't bother with much these days—they were lingering longer.
Not bad at all. So this is enjoying the attention?
Pretending it was an accident, I hiked my skirt a tad. Special show today, boys.
Peeking under, I felt men's eyes snap my way.
From a girl's view, they all look like idiots. Over a little skirt flash.
I cupped my chest. I can grope these and feel it myself.
Maybe duck into a bathroom for more fun with this body—then a better idea struck.
"Da-sol?"
Another interrupter. I turned, startled.
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A guy rushed up beside me.
"You vanished yesterday—scared me!"
"Y-yeah?"
Who was he? Couldn't read her memories fully yet.
"I get you're hurting, but getting that wasted and bailing? Worried me."
"I overdid the drinks? S-sorry."
Thinking back to the possession yesterday, she'd been a total mess. Piecing together scraps of memory, sounded like a breakup.
"Mmm."
But what was this weird disgust?
"What's up? Something on your face?" the guy said.
"N-no, nothing."
Something off about him. If only I could read more memories right now.
"You feeling better now?"
He eyed my outfit. Makeup on point, clothes put-together. Didn't match a freshly dumped girl. Might look suspicious.
"Mmm."
He's sneaking peeks at my tits and legs. Oh, I get it now.
I figured out the gross vibe. Probably some secret crush or lusty stare he'd been giving Da-sol. I could make his dreams come true, but priorities first.
My first time in this body? Gotta be with my original meat.
"Y-yeah, no. Thanks for worrying!"
I hugged him—service with a smile. Even I thought I was being generous. Didn't really wanna, but as a girl now, it wasn't that bad. He was the flustered one.
Teasing guys was fun. I got the flirty girl's thrill.
"Call me tonight..."
I played shy, backing away.
"O-okay."
He looked dazed. No wonder he was single. Guess I'd help him out.
I retreated, then kept walking in my boots. Destination: the hospital.
"Where's my room again?"
I entered the university hospital's main gate.
Priority one! Graduate my virginity—with myself~!
Just thinking about it made my heart race. Masturbation was already bliss—what would sex be like?
"Ah, my crotch is already throbbing..."
I squirmed. Losing it in prime meat like this? Male heaven.
Grinning ear to ear, I approached a nurse.
"Here for a visit. Yeah, that's the guy."
"What's your relationship to the patient?"
"Uh, his... g-girlfriend! Girlfriend!"
"Pardon? Never heard that. Hold on—he's been here a while."
The nurse gave me a weird look. Should've seen that coming. Plan B.
"Oh! Wrong hospital? M-my bad, mixed it up."
I bailed with a vague excuse.
"Duh—a hot girl approaching a long-term veggie virgin? Suspicious as hell."
I sighed.
"How to get to my old body, then. Heh... hehehe..."
I started chuckling.
"Uhuhu. Simple, really. With possession."
I groped my chest again, savoring the privilege. Screw the stares.
Too bad to ditch this body, though. Da-sol, I know where you live—I'll be back.
I kissed my hand mirror.
"Any cute nurses around?"
My genius plan: Nurses can access patients. And nurse outfits? Total turn-on for costumes.
"Gotta exit this body first."
Didn't know how exactly, but I sat, relaxed. If I could enter, I could leave.
Eyes closed, I reeled in my soul bit by bit. Imagined floating out, up to the sky.
And slowly, I rose. Back to ghost mode.
Easier than expected.
"Nice."
"Ugh..."
Da-sol came to.
"Where am I? Drank and passed out? Hospital? Did I make it here?"
She'd figure out getting home. I floated upstairs, scouting nurses floor by floor.
"No skirts, no white stockings."
Sad that fantasy didn't match reality, I entered the break room. A woman dozed in a chair.
"Hey, no sleeping on the job!"
Of course, she couldn't hear.
"No choice. Guess I'll cover for her."
I checked her face. Young, fresh grad probably. And hot. Big eyes even closed, sharp nose, moist pink lips—sexy.
"Gonna get jealous stares, huh?"
Whatever. She was perfect for popping my cherry.
I overlapped her body.
"Ugh!!!"
She woke, clutching her chest. Fiercer resistance this time—tighter entry.
But second time's the charm. I forced my soul in.
"Ugh...! Wh-what... my chest... ahhh!!!"
She collapsed, clutching her chest in agony, crawling.
"H-help... sis..."
As her breathing faded, my vision cleared.
"Hah... huff... that was rough."
I gasped. Heart pounding, chest throbbing with pain.
"Can't steal a body that's just napping easily, huh?"
Still, way smoother.
I clenched my fist.
"Anyway, let's check the goods."
Opened a cabinet mirror.
"Mm, definitely pretty."
Grabbed my tits right away.
"Fits a hand perfectly. C-cup? Excellent."
Checked the badge around my neck.
"Seo Ha-eun. Cute name."
"Oppa, Ha-eun's gonna graduate your virginity—so wait for me~!"
I licked my lips. Sweet, feminine voice.
