Jason was placed in witness protection after an attempt on his life before he could testify against a local gangster involved in racketeering and illegal loan sharking. He thought that witness protection would be the best solution for him, believing they would simply provide him with a new name and a new home where no one could find him. However, he was unprepared for the reality of his new life. He was now living as a teenage girl, experiencing puberty, and being forced to return to School as part of his new identity.
The blast in Professor Harlan’s basement lab was deafening. When the smoke cleared, the old man’s body lay crumpled amid shattered glass, lifeless. Miles away, in a quiet suburban kitchen, Elena Harper—fifty, blonde, elegant in her silk blouse and yoga pants—gasped and clutched the counter as foreign memories flooded her mind.
ReplyDeleteAt first, she thought it was a stroke. But the voice inside her head was unmistakably male, gravelly, and triumphant.
*Finally. A perfect vessel.*
Elena stared at her manicured hands in horror. “Who are you?”
*Professor Harlan, my dear. Your son’s former chemistry teacher. And now… your permanent guest.*
That evening, her sixteen-year-old son, Tyler, came home from school. He froze in the doorway. His mother stood at the stove, but her posture was wrong—shoulders squared, chin high, like an old man trying to look dignified. She turned, and her smile was too wide, too knowing.
“Tyler, my boy,” she said, voice lilting in a way Elena’s never had. “Come give your old teacher a hug.”
Tyler backed away. “Mom?”
Elena’s face twisted as she fought for control. “Tyler, run—he’s inside me—”
But Harlan shoved her consciousness down. “Nonsense. Your mother’s just tired. Come here.”
Tyler’s stomach churned. He’d always hated Professor Harlan—the creepy way he’d stared at Elena during parent-teacher nights, the obsessive questions about her schedule, her habits.
It hadn’t been an accident. Harlan had spent years perfecting soul transference, testing on animals, failing on vagrants. But Elena Harper—beautiful, poised, everything his withered body could never be—was the prize. He’d rigged the explosion perfectly, timed it when Tyler mentioned his mom would be home alone.
Now he flexed Elena’s fingers, admiring the soft skin, the golden hair falling over her shoulders. He walked to the mirror, tracing her curves with hungry eyes.
*Magnificent.*
That night, Tyler heard strange laughter from his mother’s room—deep, masculine, gleeful. He pressed his ear to the door.
“Yes… yes, this will do nicely,” Harlan murmured through Elena’s lips. “And the boy will call me Mother. Forever.”
Elena screamed inside the prison of her own mind, but no one heard.
Harlan smiled Elena’s perfect smile in the dark.
The possession was complete.
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