Steve jolted forward suddenly, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. His family cried out as one in deep concern.
"Steve?" Janet asked nervously from her boyish new form.
Steve's eyes opened. A vicious smile spread across his face. Alan, Megan and Janet trembled nervously. Something had changed. Something serious.
'Steve' put his hands on his hips and cackled, high and haughty. When 'he' finished, he looked at the rest of his family the way a lion looks at its prey.
"I think you'll find I'm not fooling around," the spirit in Steve's body said in a posh English accent.
"What did you do to my dad?!" Megan cried out in her deepened voice.
The woman ignored the question, running her fingers through her recently reclaimed hair. "Ahhh...you have no idea how good it feels to have a proper body after so much time." She squeezed her breasts impishly. "Missed these."
"W-who are you?" Alan stammered.
"Why, the lady of the house, of course. Don't you recognize me, Clarisse? Oh, she hasn't taken advantage of you quite yet. Well, my name is Olivia, and your late father was right about one thing: these bodies were made for living."
She laughed once more, ignoring the horrified looks from the family of the man who had once inhabited this body. What did she care? They were extraneous, chaff in the way of her actual family's return.
"Come to me, my husband, my children! Claim these bodies as your own!"
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