Joseph found himself after being hit by a bus a floating spirit.
He had spent the last 20 years floating around the town where he used to live and where he died looking at all the things he used to enjoy.
He had passed through many people in the past, and none of them had affected him like she did.
They were something about the middle-aged woman.
It was like passing through treacle.
He found himself slowly sticking to her.
he found himself pulled inside her body.
He found himself overwriting her own soul.
He found himself taking control.
It felt weird to be an older woman.
To have a wet pussy and breast that bounced in jiggle with every step.
Everything was different, strange, and alien to him inside his body.
Luckily, he had access to her memories.
He knew her name was Alison Wat, a divorced woman with one child, who started having a brat teenager who did not care about her.
He knew where she lived.
He knew, thanks to the divorce, he did not have to work because of a good settlement.
He made his way to her home on steadily on her feet.
It had been over 20 years since he had lengths.
One's back at her home and finding nobody home, he decided to explore the body that was now his.
So this is what I now look like.
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