She's not the woman I married requested by Anonymous. 17.11.24

George who was now a very bitter and angry spirit liked to take over bodies and have his fun.

He mainly likes to take over rich young men and spend their money and leave them penniless addicted addicted to drugs and riddled with diseases.

But today he fancied a change.

He decided to be a woman.

He knew he had to pick carefully as he would be trapped inside that body for six years six months and six days before he could become somebody else.

While floating around enabled as pure energy and evil spirit he spotted a woman happily cooking in the kitchen preparing a cake.

He floated in through the window and took over her body easily.

He was now Mrs Jenkins.

He gazed at his reflection in the polished oven door.

For her age, you were still quite beautiful and had a happy or about her.

He raised a hand, marvelling at the softness of her skin, and gently touched her beautiful breasts.

The sensation was almost... pleasant.

With a newfound sense of curiosity, the old man began to explore the kitchen, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings with an air of detachment. 

He opened the refrigerator, revealing the neatly organized shelves and the cake, still warm from the oven.

He put on a pair of oven gloves and pulled out the cake.

He said to himself as he placed it down on the side a woman like this should not be subservient.

She should be worshipped adored and obeyed.

So I was later her husband arrived home from work expecting a nice meal and a warm welcome from his loving and devoted wife.

So he was surprised to find her sitting there with a look of hatred on her face as he left the living room.

He couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her expression. 

The corners of her mouth once curved upwards in a warm smile, now seemed to sag ever so slightly, as if weighed down by the malevolent presence within. 

Her husband did not like this new change in her personality and demeanour.

She was no longer loving warm and kind.

She was cruel wicked and sadistic.

Even when it came to lovemaking that night she took control and humiliated him.

She took great pleasure in hurting him and causing him physical pain. 

She was not the woman he had married.

It felt to him like he was in bed with a man, not a woman sometimes.

If only he knew his loving beautiful wife was trapped inside her body screaming to get out after a malevolent and evil force that used to be a wicked evil man controlled her body like a puppet and ruined everything she loved and cherished.