Despite my current opportunity to use my girlfriends body for some more "interesting" activities i ultimately decided against it.
I've known her for a while now, and Sheryl was a kind, albeit it often moping and shy girl, which is why I was always worried about having a long-term relationship with her.
But now that I am her I can't exactly just start groping her or using her body to masterbate or something, that just screamed creepy.
And I can't even go and contact my family, especially not while possessing Sheryl, they'd think she went insane.
So I now have to think of an option C.
With this train of thought I decided to walk away from the mirror and sit down to collect my thoughts, the jiggling of my new bosom and lack... something between my groin serving as an effective reminder of my current situation.
I reached the blue sheeted bed and quickly removed the knife I had dropped onto it into a random desk drawer nearby, before flopping down on my new temporary back.
"So, what should I do now?"
Hearing Sheryl talking while it was me doing the speaking felt all kinds of weird, as well as her tone of voice sounding a little deeper with me being the one talking.
Normally she sounded pretty quite, ways talking in a voice like she was in a library.
But that didn't matter right now, right now I'm my nineteen year old girlfriend, and I could do anything as her.
After liberating on it for a while I decided I'd try and do both something personally enjoying and sexually exciting at once, and clean up Sheryl's bedroom.
I got up from my laying position and looked around at my new task.
Sheryl's room was something of an organized mess of things, with a pile of clothes sitting near the door of the room, some water bottles sitting empty on her desk, the closet door being left open revealing a basket of shirts that hadn't been hung up, and generally just things being left in an ample position for being put away, but simply just not being put away.
And so I got up and started cleaning.
I threw away the plastic bottles, put the shirts up, folded blankets, and put away the papers and books sitting out.
And then I finally got to the last thing needing to be put away.
I stood in front of it, the blue basket of underwear and bras needing to be put away.
But isn't that a bit of a breach of privacy?
I know, funny I say that while possessing Sheryl, but it still felt weird, especially seeing as Sheryl always kept the topic of undergarments and sexy clothing out of any and all conversations.
Looking back down at the white tank top she was wearing I would say this is the most amount of cleavage I've ever seen her expose, since she normally wears shirts, jackets, and sweaters.
Though that stopped only recently when summer came along, I wouldn't be very surprised if she suddenly started wearing that black and white jacket I got for her, she almost seemed to live wearing It sometimes.
But now I was dead.
Despite that depressing thought I wasn't all that disturbed by my death, with it being only briefly shocking at best.
But I did feel bad about leaving Sheryl alone, since I practically took care of her sometimes I couldn't help but feel bad at just leaving her like that, pushing her so far in a mere instant even if it wasn't my fault.
At that thought i took another look at my current body, Sheryl's body.
The larger then average breasts, the pale skin, the blond hair currently covering parts of my vision.
"I should probably get out of her."
But what happens after that? Sheryl just tried to kill herself after all, so leaving her alone wasn't an option.
But even with me at her side while I was dead I still couldn't help her anymore, not without possessing people close to her, which I can guarantee you is not many.
But I had to leave her at some point...
Or maybe I could just stay as her for now and come up with a plan to prevent her from harming herself, even despite my passing?
It seemed like a stretch, but I could promise you that I was NOT going to try and put her underwear away while possing her.
So I had to decide now, for her sake