Miss Susan Smith (43) English Teacher

The new Tracy wiggled her perfect butt as she walked around the corner, away from Tim's house.

Tracy smirked and muttered to herself "You're a bad girl Susan Smith!"

The reason Tracy hadn't been acting like herself is because she had been possessed by her high school English teacher, Miss Susan Smith. Susan had been practicing meditation for a number of years, eventually she learned how to astral project, forcing her spirit out from her body. She always wondered if she could possess another person, and that Saturday morning she finally built up the courage to possess Tracy.

Susan knew it was wrong to possess such an innocent young girl, especially one of her own students. But deep down she hated Tracy. She hated how beautiful she was, she hated how popular she was, but most of all she hated that she was dating the hottest Jock in school, Tim.

Susan was a very plain looking woman in her youth, she was unpopular and had been cursed to wear glasses for her whole life. Even now at the age of 43, her body still only had a flat pair of a-cup breasts. Susan always wished she was hot enough to date the school jock, and now with her powers of possession she could take over Tracy and fuck Tim's brains out whenever she wanted.

Susan didn't know what was worse, stealing Tracy's body, or that she fantasized about having sex with Tim, one of her own students. Susan's own daughter Amanda was older than Tim at age 20. Amanda was off at college living her own life. Surely Susan was entitled to some fun of her own now that she lived alone.

Susan walked up to her car that was parked up a couple of hundred yards down the street from Tim's house. Tracy didn't own a car, so Susan had to use her own car. It was only a compact car, all she could afford on her teachers salary.

Susan drove back to her tiny little apartment on the other side of town. She got out of the car and walked into the apartment block. She took the elevator and got off on the fifth floor, before walking to the front door of her apartment.

Susan let herself in and closed the door behind her. She walked up to the sofa to check up on her own empty body. She was a little worried because she'd never been away from her body for that long before.

"Good, my body's still breathing." Susan said to herself in Tracy's cute young voice.

Susan looked at her old body in disgust. She grimaced at her plain body, the fact that she wore glasses, how she was so short at 5'2", her flat chest, the stretch marks from child birth and the podgy belly she'd grown from eating fast food and not exercising.

"Disgusting! I'm not sure if I'm ready to get back in that old thing!" Susan said sneering at her own body. She really liked wearing Tracy's perfect body, but she knew she'd have to return to her own eventually. After all her own body needed to eat, needed to drink, needed to go to the bathroom.