My tongue detached itself from her brain. I could still hear Chrissy snoring. I thought for several hours about how I could also control her eyes and voice. Then it occurred to me that I could either penetrate deeper into her brain or go to the back of her brain and try my luck there. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to choose a better brain region, because I could mess up my landlady's memory and then I would be found.
As I made my way deeper into the brain, the child kicked around in its mother's stomach. Chrissy woke up and touched her belly. She moved her head around, trying to keep my distance from other vessels. Fortunately, she was able to calm him down before she fell asleep. After a few minutes, I lay on the surface of her brain again, but this time in the occipital lobe. While she snored, my tongue docked into her brain.
I opened her eyes when I saw her child sleeping next to her. I rolled over, staring at the ceiling. I squinted my eyes a few times before looking towards the door. It had worked. I sat up slowly, which was hard due to my big belly. I rolled left and right on the bed when I had enough bounce to be able to sit on the bed. I then looked around her room, which I actually liked. I scratched my voice. 'How long have I seen such a view,' I began to speak in a feminine tone. Now I had complete control of her body while she slept. I felt Chrissy dreaming in her head, warm memories in the Bahamas several years ago.
I got up slowly. I felt how heavy the child was. Not to mention the I had some meaty breasts on me. I held myself on the edge of the bed as I slowly tried to balance myself. It wasn't easy balancing a watermelon in my stomach. I stopped leaning on the edge of the bed and tried to stand upright. I felt her long brown hair falling down my shoulders, her white dress with a plant pattern making me feel naked.
I ran to the mirror next to the front door. I took a look at how Chrissy looked. 'Wow, she's beautiful,' I said to her in the mirror. Her oval face, her full cheeks and her narrow, round nose. I looked at her red painted hands. Her fingers were a little wider than mine, but I could deal with that. Now that I had a body, I could plan my revenge and enjoy my life. I looked around the room, searching for Chrissy's phone, which I found on the bedside table. I opened the phone using her face. Typical American, back up everything binomial. I looked at the calendar. It's the middle of August. I've been dead for a whole four months. I couldn't believe I was not only dead, but trapped in the body of a pregnant woman. Fuck, that had made me aggressive. I sat on the bed and searched for my death on the internet. I wanted to find out what it said about me so I could finally calm down. After several searches on Google, I couldn't find anything about me or my family. Then I feared the worst. They had made my body disappear. All the more I felt my inner hatred. So did the baby in my stomach, because it turned round again, kicked several times and touched my stomach from the inside out. It hurt me so much that I put my hand on my stomach.
'Don't be afraid. I'll find a way to get revenge,' I vowed.
I heard Chrissy's husband breathe a sigh of relief. He stretched at his work chair because it was time to pick up the children from day school. He finalised the last things on the computer and came over to me. 'I'm going to get the children, would you like me to drive you to yoga?' he wanted to know. At that moment, Chrissy remembered that she was already preparing for the birth. I said no, that I would walk because it was only a few houses away.
'Right, I'll see you then,' and he disappeared through the door with the baby.