My name is Jack and I am 30 years old. I'm a white guy, about 6 foot and of average build. I have been working as an attorney for a law firm for the last few years. The work was decent, and I was able to live comfortably. I had my own condo and was dating a really hot Asian girl, Mary. It wasn't going too well with Mary though and I was getting a little sick of how stuck up and sometimes downright racist she was. It seemed the longer we were together, the more she let it show. She tolerated white people, but she was extremely racist toward people who are not Asian or white.
One thing that bothered me especially bad was whenever I would lose a case at work, she would often talk down to me. I was a good lawyer, but it wasn't my fault if the evidence just wasn't there to support the case. I didn't cheat or do anything illegal, so when I lost, it was just a hard case.
One Friday at lunch, I told Mary about losing the trial that I had been in all week. Mary said, "you sure are pathetic and worthless as a lawyer. I definitely wouldn't call you if I was in trouble."
After the week I had, that was the final straw for me. "Fuck off, Mary!" I told her, probably a little too loudly for the restaurant we were in, and I walked away from lunch. I didn't even offer to pay the bill as i almost always did.
Still fuming, I made my way to my car a block over and climbed in. I called my grandmother, who I'm very close to and began venting to her about Mary. Grandma said, "I can help you Jack, but that you'll need to come see me back home." Since it was a Friday and I was done working for the week, I agreed and told her I would be there in a few hours. I was very curious what Grandma had in mind.
There's something you should know about my grandma....she's nothing like your average grandma. In fact, people always gossiped in my hometown and called her a witch. I never knew if it was true, but I always had a good relationship with her so I never really cared what people said. I arrived at Grandma's house that afternoon and she asked me to sit down in the living room. I rehashed everything I had been dealing with with her and she listened without judgment. Grandma looked deep into my eyes and put her hands on my face. "Jack, I can help you get back at Mary."
Grandma rose from the couch we were sitting on and left the room. She returned a few moments later and gave me a small jar with a pink stone in it. "The stone is called zotërojnë. It is a possession stone. This stone will allow you to possess a woman and have complete control over her body and actions. She will not know you are in control and she will think she is following her own urges, whether you are having her rob a bank or quit her job," Grandma told me.
"How does it work?" I asked Grandma.
"First, you must have magic flowing in your blood. Otherwise, it will not work. But not to worry, you come from a long line of wizards and witches."
I was stunned and if I could see myself, I would bet my mouth was hanging open. "Was grandma really trying to tell me she is a witch and that I'm a wizard? This is crazy!" I thought to myself.
Grandma could see the doubt on my face. "I'm not messing with you, Jack. With the magic that flows through your blood, this will work for you. All you need to do, is place a hair from Mary's head into the jar with the stone and close the lid. Lie down on your bed, place the jar on your chest and say the word "possess." You will instantly find yourself in Mary's body and in complete control," Grandma said.
"Okay," I said very hesitantly, "If this works, how do I get back to my own body?"
"Simply say "return" and you will find yourself back in your normal body." I could tell Grandma was very serious about all of this and was not pulling my leg.
"Thank you, Grandma. I love you."
"I love you too, Jack. Now go get some revenge on that bitch. I never did like her."
I went home to my condo and could not wait to try the stone out. I took the jar out of my bag and opened it. I pulled one of Mary's hairs out of the brush she kept in my bathroom and put it into the jar. I then closed the lid and walked over to my bed. I lay down on my back and put the jar on my chest. I took a deep breath and said the word "possess."
In an instant, I could see a mirror in front of me and the pretty face in the mirror was Mary's. "This is wild," I thought. "I am actually in her body. What should I do first?" I started small and lifted my hand up and looked at it, turning it back and forth, followed by the rest of Mary's body, ensuring I really did have full control.
I recognized the bathroom as the one in her condo. The water was running at the sink and my, I mean, her, hands were wet. She must be washing her hands after having just gone to the bathroom or something.
"What should I do?" I said out loud in Mary's voice. "I guess I should've came up with a plan before I took possession of her."
I examined us in the mirror and saw we were wearing pajamas. I pulled out Mary's phone and saw the time was just after 10 PM. I stripped the pajamas off and threw them in the hamper. I examined our small breasts and round ass in the mirror. A plan was forming in my mind. "Or is it 'our' mind? This is kind of trippy." I thought.
I walked out into Mary's bedroom and opened her top drawer. I knew there was not going to be any lingerie because Mary considered such things to be slutty. There wasn't really anything moderately sexy, just standard bikini style underwear, and plain bras. I walked to Mary's closet and looked through what she had hanging up. I pulled out the shortest black dress I could find and I put it on without underwear or a bra. The dress still came down to about 2 inches above my knees.
I examined myself in the full length mirror mounted to the back of her closet door. I did look pretty hot. I went back into the closet and retrieved a pair of black flats. No way was I trying to walk in heels.
I sat down on Mary's bed and put the flats on my feet. I walked into the kitchen and saw a bottle of red wine on the counter. I opened the wine and poured a full glass for myself. I gulped it down fast for a little extra liquid courage for what I was about to do.
The alcohol hit me fast and I felt warm all over. It was not unpleasant. In fact, it felt quite good. I poured another glass and drank it down just as quickly as the last one. I felt a buzz and I decided to get going. I left Mary's condo and headed down to the street. I opened Mary's phone and called for a ride in one of her rideshare apps. I, or I suppose we, were going to a club.
I couldn't stand clubs and Mary had never liked them either, but it was going to be a great place to take care of my business.
The car pulled up in front of "us" and I got in. I could feel the driver's eyes on me, and I made no attempt at keeping my knees together. I wonder if he could tell there were no panties or bra under my dress. "You want to go to the new club on 5th right?" He asked.
I said "yes, please," in a voice sweeter than I ever heard Mary use with me.
The guy nodded and turned around. Occasionally, he looked back in the rearview mirror and we made eye contact, but he never hit on me or made a move. It didn't take too long to get to the club and he soon dropped me off near the main entrance. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed out of the car.
One of the bouncers watched me get out of the car from his post by the main entrance and waved me to the front of the line. Being a pretty woman really does have some perks. I flashed him a smile and said "thank you," then walked inside.
Inside the club, the music was pumping and the strobing lights were making everyone look like they were moving in slow motion. It was crowded, but not yet packed to the gills. I walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer.
The bartender gave me my drinks, then asked if he could start a tab. He leaned down over the bar when he asked and was looking directly into my cleavage.
I nodded yes and paid with Mary's credit card. I turned around and found a small table against a wall to set my beer on. I sipped the beer slowly and wondered how long it would take for a guy to hit on me.
My thighs turned inward as I surveyed the crowd in front of me. There were a couple things Mary despised. First, she hated women who she considered "slutty" and she had a pretty vague description of what she actually considered slutty. Part of me thinks she likes to be a judgmental bitch. Second, Mary was also a racist. She especially didn't like hispanic and black people.
I had only been in the club for about 15 minutes when a guy came up to me and started talking. He asked me my name and asked if I would like to dance with him. I said yes and I followed him out onto the dancefloor. The song that was playing was something I did not recognize. It had a beat and sounded a little bit like some sort of house music. We danced and this guy was pretty good at it. Unfortunately, he was a white guy and that wouldn't do for what I had in mind for Mary.
Without any kind of warning, he kissed me, and I let him for several seconds before I pushed him away. "Mary is going to have so many memories to unpack from this night," I thought to myself.
I was back at my table sipping my beer when a black man, probably in his early to mid 40's came up to me. He was about 6'2, had broad shoulders, and a very muscular build. He handed me another beer and started to make small talk. I found out his name was Jamal and I told him my name was Mary. I finished about half my beer before he took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
He started grinding up against me and I heard him say he loves this song as we danced. I could feel Jamal was already hard as we grinded our bodies together. I was actually impressed with the size of Jamal's package based on feel alone.
Jamal turned me around and leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. I thought it would be weird to kiss a guy, but being inside of Mary's body, I actually felt like a woman. He grabbed my ass and kept grinding on me and kissing me. I don't know if the alcohol was making this feel better, or what, but this was actually kind of enjoyable.
