“If another ugly, sweaty dude comes up to me, I’m gonna knock him out,” I whispered to myself. I hadn’t had a second to breathe, and the tight outfit wasn’t helping. The loud music only amplified the new sensations I was feeling all over my body: the layer of makeup, the lashes, the way my boobs were compressed against my ribcage. All were new sensations, but the most annoying by far was the attention. Half the time, I couldn’t tell what the guys were yelling over the noise—likely drunken nonsense, judging from their breath. One guy kept pointing at his phone, but I pretended I didn’t understand him before turning away. Some didn’t get the hint right away, but they all eventually danced off. I couldn’t really blame them, though I was dying to have a good look at my body as well; that would attract a bit too much attention, though.
The whole reason I decided to possess my girlfriend’s cousin was to keep an eye on her at this family party, but I lost my girlfriend pretty much immediately. The term ‘family’ was being used extremely loosely—surely this many people couldn’t be related? I must have looked pretty uptight because soon I was approached by a gorgeous girl who was just my height. “Fatima, if you don’t get your ass moving a little bit… What guy has you feeling some type of way?” She didn’t even give me a chance to respond. Before I knew it, I was being dragged to the dance floor without any say in the matter.
We settled into a gentle sway, with eye contact that was driving me insane. Her hazel eyes danced under the flashing lights on the dance floor. She had a devilish smile that I wished I could earn from any girl when I was in my own body. The music changed rhythm, and suddenly I was swinging her around recklessly, dancing without a care. I spun her around, and we both laughed in delight. It didn’t even cross my mind whether this girl was feeling the same romantic lust I was; all I could do was enjoy her presence wrapped in mine.
