"Sorry, Ash. I need to go take a nap. Had a long week at work," you said directly as you made your way to your bedroom.
"Oh, come on, really?!" Ashlynn exclaimed. "You only work, what, three days a week, while I have to work close to 60 hours! You don't see me complaining! See, this is why I am seriously considering divorcing you."
"Yeah yeah. If you are that tired, then why not go to home goods tomorrow or something?"
"Didn't you hear me? The piece I want is about to be sold out, and the store is going to close in an hour."
You simply brushed her off. "Then just go. You always complain about my fashion sense anyways. It's not like I would be much help if I'm there."
With a huff, Ashlynn set down her work briefcase, headed back out, and slammed the door behind her.
Apparently, these occurrences occur so frequently that you had gotten used to it. When you first met Ashlynn in college, you thought she was the perfect girl, the one you were destined to be with. You two married right after graduation with bright smiles and much celebration. However, you quickly picked up on Ashlynn's ambitious nature in her business world, as she spent less time at home than you expected. She would always say that this was inevitable, since she was the breadwinner of the household, as if your job brought back much pay. (To be fair, you don't work long hours, and the nurse's salary is not the best.) This had greatly soured your relationship to the point where even other matters became topics of contention. Now that you think about it, perhaps that was what drawn you to purchasing these possession stones (without Ashlynn knowing, of course).
Obviously, you weren't going to take a nap. Closing the bedroom door, you quickly settled yourself in your bed, gleefully giggling like a little child. You then calmed yourself and began to recall the instructions for the stones. You firmly grasped a stone in the palm of your right hand and closed your eyes as you applied some pressure on the stone. You felt...nothing. When you opened your eyes, presumably to check on what went wrong, you found yourself somewhat transparent. In fact, you felt weightless, and your form was floating a couple feet off the ground. "Wow, so this is what it feels like to be a ghost? I feel so...free!" You quickly whizzed around the room, enjoying your newly gained agility.
With the first part of your power uncovered, you focused on the next part, which was also the best part. "So...whose body should I try first?" With no one at home you turned your attention outwards.
Floating through the walls, still amazed at how the physical environment was now a non-factor, you scanned the area for your 'guinea pig'. To your surprise, Ashlynn was still in the driveway. She was sitting in her car, apparently typing away on her phone in a somewhat furious manner. While her attitude irked you nowadays, her physical beauty was still a sight for sore eyes. Still in her late 20s, she maintained an athletic yet sexy body. Combined with her golden flowing hair and bright blue eyes, she could be easily mistaken as a professional model. She could definitely be a great test subject for you.
Across the street stood Christina, your friendly neighbor. You didn't talk much with her, but you knew she was working as an elementary school teacher. Despite being in her 30s, as well as being a few months pregnant, she was as beautiful as ever, with her shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, a shorter 5'2" figure, and large boobs. She would be an interesting choice as well.
Or maybe you could think a bit to see if more enticing options showed up.
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