Sarah’s heart pounded as she took a step back. She could see Tammy's thoughts turning behind her heavily made-up eyes. The older woman flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and grinned. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me try you on for size.”
Without warning, Tammy focused on Sarah, and the amulet glowed dark red. Sarah felt her own body start to go numb, her limbs growing heavy. She turned and bolted, but her feet felt like they were sinking into the ground. Her mind screamed for her body to run faster, to fight, but the pull of the amulet was too strong.
Suddenly, her vision blurred, and she was no longer in control.
Tammy was inside her.
Sarah could feel herself fading into the background, a prisoner in her own body as Tammy took over. It was a strange, sickening sensation—watching through her own eyes as someone else moved her limbs, stretched her muscles, breathed through her lungs.
Tammy’s laughter echoed in her mind. “Oh, honey, this feels amazing,” she purred, looking at Sarah’s reflection in a store window. “I could get used to being young again.” She sauntered through town in Sarah’s body, drawing looks from men as she swayed her hips with more confidence than Sarah had ever felt. She stopped by a bar, ordering drinks and smoking cigarettes, enjoying her newfound youth.
The night was a blur of indulgence. Tammy, in Sarah’s body, flirted, drank, danced, and let loose in ways Sarah never had. At one point, she found herself in a stranger’s arms, his hands wandering all over her body until they got to a quiet corner and start kissing aggressively. It wasn’t long before his hand went to Sarah’s breast, then lower as they unzip their pants and his dick when into her; pounding while she lay blissfully against the dirty walls of the bar. and meanwhile, all Sarah could do was scream silently in the back of her own mind, helpless to stop it.