A college freshman moves into a dorm room haunted by a murdered girl. Slowly she possesses him, changing his mind and body, so she can live again.
He closed the door. Locked the dead bolt.
He looked around. This was his – all his.
Two-hundred and eighty square feet of freedom. His very own – his very first – apartment. Yeah, sure, it was a tiny dorm that looked like it was built in the ‘60s. The walls were made of cinder blocks, painted an ugly off-green color. There was one window in the whole room, but it overlooked the courtyard. Enough closet space to hold a couple weeks worth of clothes. Coin laundry just down the hall. A dresser that doubled as a TV stand. And a bed. A full-size bed with springs as old as he was.
He loved it.
Every last square inch of it.
Crammed on the floor and stacked half way to the ceiling were all his boxes. Which one should he open first?
Video games. Yeah, that’s a good place to start.
He pulled out his XBOX 360 and PlayStation 3. Hooked them up to the 32” HDTV his parents bought him as a welcome-to-college gift. He just had to promise to not let it affect any of his grades.
Next he pulled out some clothes. Hung them – rather, crammed them – into the closet. Squeezed the rest into the dresser.
He pulled out a some posters – giant sexy photos of Megan Fox, Halle Berry, and Jessica Alba. Taped them to his wall.
Dug through another box. Found two boxes of Trojans he managed to sneak by without his parents noticing.
Yeah, this was going to be a good year. The first year of the rest of his life. The year of freedom. Of new possibilities. He could be anybody he wanted to be. Do anything he wanted to do.
And he was finally going to have sex. This semester. He knew it.
There was a knock at the door.
Who could it be?
He looked through the tiny peep hole. It was some guy. Didn’t recognize him.
He opened the door.
“Sup bro,” said the guy. “My name’s Jack. I live just down the hall. Anyway, some guys are throwing a little pre-semester party in room 302-B. It’s BYOB. You should come.”
Wow. Classes haven’t even started yet and the parties were already starting! “Yeah, cool, thanks!” he said.
“Cool.” He was about to leave. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Right on. Freshman?”
“Excellent. Alright, well, see you tonight!”
“Yeah. OH! What time?” asked Paul.
“Be there around 8. And don’t forget the drinks!”
Jack left. Headed for the next door down the line.
Cool. A party. With alcohol. Which meant drunk girls. Score!
Eight o’clock. On the dot. Paul stood in front of the door of room 302-B. He held a six pack of Buds in his hand. He had to wait outside the liquor store for 45 minutes before someone finally agreed to take his cash and buy it for him. But at least he came prepared. And by prepared, that also meant carrying four condoms in his pocket. Paul was feeling optimistic.
Paul gave himself one more quick check over. Shower? Check. Fresh deodorant? Check. Clean shirt? Check. Positive mental attitude? Check. Little Paulie alert and ready for action? Abso-fuckin-lutely!
…he really needed to come up with a better name for it, though.
He knocked on the door. He could hear the loud base already penetrating through.
No answer. He knocked again, harder, louder.
Someone opened the door.
It was loud in there. Stereo blasting. A crowded room full of hot college guys and girls drinking, socializing, playing Texas Hold’em, eating chips and salsa… The place reeked of alcohol. Perfect.
Paul held up his six pack of Buds.
The person welcomed him in.
Okay, now what? Someone took his beer and added it to the collection on the table. A few guys were setting up beer pong. Two hot girls were sitting by themselves on the couch, sipping on some girly wine cooler.
Right. This was it. Perfect. He’ll just go over there and start talking to those girls. Easy. No sweat. Girls are people too. All he had to do was play it cool.
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10,249 words / 51 pages
Transformation occurs gradually throughout the story, completing transforming by the end. Caused by being possessed by a female ghost. His identity gets completely overridden and replaced by hers.
Blonde, College, Feminization, Ghost, Loss of Identity/Memories, M2F, Male-to-Female, MtF, New Life, Permanent, Possession, Slow Changes, Slut, TG