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.
