The hot tub, however, was empty. Since it wouldn’t be used until she returned, it made no sense to keep it filled with water. It was a smaller model, meant for two or three people at most. Decided to use the Jacuzzi, Cat started to fill it. It would take more than a couple of hours hour to and heat up. After a layer of cold water gathered at the bottom, she took the shower hose and started to add hot water to speed it up.
Cat hissed as water splashed on her fresh wounds. Her bruises stung and itched but she learned how to endure the itch after her hospitalization. So much had changed even without taking into consideration the fact she was in another body.
“So, do you have anything to say about what just happened?” Cat asked. She had three doors between her and the nearest corridor. It was safe to talk out loud.
Her eyes closed, Cat sighed and puckered her lips. She clenched her fists, focusing on the feeling of her fingernails biting into her palms.
“Catherine.”
“All in due time, Catherine,” Cat replied. She wasn’t interested in the ghost’s frivolous list of priorities. “Right now, I think we should talk about your dark past.”
“I need to know.”
Love truly knew no bounds. Despite all the hatred and loathing Mrs. Wallenstein felt for the girl, Catherine loved her mother. It broke Cat’s heart to see the dead girl so dismayed.
“It was a gamble. If she was truly insane and wouldn’t stop trying to hurt us,” she explained, putting emphasis on the ‘us’, “then I would have no choice. It is wrong to hurt people, and when one does wrong things, they get punished.”
Cat froze for a moment as she had to go through a small mental hoop to identify herself as William. She sighed as she felt the memories of her past life slowly fade. Catherine misunderstood her reaction and apologized. Cat shook her head and sat by the makeup station to look at her reflection in the mirror. It was their way to talk face-to-face.
“It wasn’t anything you said, Catherine. When you called me ‘Will’, I noticed I almost forgot who I was. Am I becoming you?”
“What a mess,” She bemoaned.
“Thanks.”
They spent some time there, sitting before the mirror with their eyes closed, listening to the sound of water pouring into the tub. Cat thought it was a perfect moment to explore her new body but she couldn’t feel a sliver of arousal. She’d later learn that, differently from a man, stress was a huge turnoff for an average female. That she could feel arousal while in the hospital but not right then was a clear sign of how distressed her body was with what happened even though she was brushing it off at the moment.
“I think the shaver is charged enough,” she said. “How about we work on trimming all the hairs down there?”
She tied her hair in a ponytail with a hairband to get it out of the way. With Catherine’s assistance, Cat shaved her pubes and legs, then trimmed her eyebrows and fingernails. She didn’t dare trim her hair and Catherine wouldn’t let her do it anyway. Taking care of her body helped her unwind. After cleaning everything up, she held a mirror next to her crotch and admired the clean skin.
“That’s a nice pussy we got here,” she cheered.
“Don’t tell me you never looked either,” Cat teased.
Now she felt a warmth spread. “To have a lot of fun.”
“And I’m sorry you had to experience all that. I’m this close to understanding you completely, Catherine. Your mother’s situation was the second-to-last piece of the puzzle. What happened to your father? Why did your mother accuse you--”
“Okay. Back to our previous study subject, then,” Cat said and ran a finger over her now smooth mound, stopping at the first crease of her slit. She squirmed with anticipation but didn’t move further down. “What do you say?”
Catherine gasped,
Cat sighed, “Look, my mind is still male. I’m alone in a bathroom with a gorgeous naked eighteen-year-old girl. Not getting aroused would be an insult to her beauty. And you are getting aroused too.”
Cat chuckled at the ghost’s bashful attempt at misdirection. “Maybe we should go back to the bed while the tub fills.”
She took the hand mirror with her and grabbed a reading light with a clip as she passed by the desk. Cat climbed on the bed and set the mirror and light in place.
“I’m not going to do anything yet, but I can’t help it. I’m getting curious. Talk to me, Catherine. What’s on your mind?”
Catherine mentally gasped and huffed. she trailed off as the memory of her assault was still clear in her mind.
“I’m sorry for you, for both of us,” Cat said empathetically. “That’s the only reason I’m refraining from touching myself. We’re partners in this, for the long run, Catherine. While I’m in charge, I still have to respect your wishes.”
Despite that, what Cat said was true. Being aware of their body state of arousal with a male mind made said arousal increase. Cat felt her nipples harden and a pleasant twitch coming from down under. Her body almost begged to be touched. She grabbed the sheets to keep her hands from wandering. She felt as if she would succumb to her arousal if she were to touch her knees or anywhere else closer to the target area.
Even the bruises tingled and added to the overall feeling. The soft prickling pain made her even more aware of her sense of touch. Cat made the mistake of closing her legs, pressing down on her labia. A wave of pleasure shot up from her crotch. Cat moaned. In their mind, Catherine also moaned, adding to the feedback loop of sexual tension.
“It will be hard to resist if you keep doing that.”
Catherine relented.
Cat moved her hands halfway to her perky breasts but stopped when Catherine clamored.
“I’m pretty sure masturbation doesn’t condemn one’s soul,” Cat confidently rebutted.
Cat laughed, “Do you have any idea how often a horny teenage boy jerks off?”
“As often as they can find the time to. Trust me, your classmates in high school? They are peeling that banana all they can. But I digress. My point is, if masturbation condemned one’s soul to hell, I would be doomed that day.”
Cat stared at the mirror and nodded, “Pre-marital sex is fine too. You see, all this conundrum about masturbation is the middle-age church and Mr. Kellog’s fault.”
“That guy. He didn’t want people jerking off, so he decided to campaign to have the boys circumcised even if they weren’t Jew or from other cultures that also do that. It was as if millions of foreskins suddenly cried out and died,” she misquoted Star Wars. “But yeah, historically control of who could rub naughty bits or not was used as a tool of the powerful.”
“I went to Sunday worship too. You’re talking about that guy who was punished by God for jerking off. Onan, was it? Yeah, Onan. If you think about what happened to him, what is more likely, that he was punished for peeling his banana or rejecting his wife and the legacy of his brother? My money is on the latter. The ten commandments do mention the sanctity of marital ties. So no. My verdict is that masturbation damns souls not.”
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“Not so fast, lady. You didn’t waste your time. Hindsight is twenty-twenty. What you have to do is learn from your past, act on your present, and reshape your future.”
she teased.
“No,” Cat’s mood vanished and her arousal went with it. “I had only one, my high school sweetheart. We waited to get married later on so we could build the foundations of our life but we didn’t hold back on having sex, we lost our collective virginity with one another in our sophomore year of high school actually. We had our house already paid for.”
Catherine gulped audibly. The physical throat did nothing, just to be clear. It was all in her, their mind.
Cat shed one tear. “It is getting easier, Catherine. Seeing how fucked up your life was mellowed my image of you. I think I can forgive you, partner.”
She chuckle-sobbed. It was that bittersweet reaction when one wants to both cry and laugh at the same time.
“Oh, right. Only someone as narcissistic as you could fall in love for the guy waking in your former body,” Cat teased back.
There was a moment of silence.
Cat burst into laughter. Enticed by the feeling coming from the body, Catherine joined her. Once the peals died down in the bedroom, Cat groped her breasts, drawing a surprised yelp from a distracted Catherine.
“Pleasing myself,” Cat whispered sultrily. She slowly slid a hand down across her stomach, down her belly button, and stopped at the rainforest of pubes before the promised land of a slit. “Why?”
“It was given the moment you allowed me to take over your dead body, my dear Catherine. Then again when we had that talk in the hospital. Our bout of mirth reminded me you are but a passenger in my head, a refugee I took in to shelter from the hellish landscapes of Hell and eternal torment. And it is not like you are not enjoying it along with me,” She pinched her own nipple to prove her point, drawing a unison moan from both physical and astral psyches.
Cat could feel the blood rushing to her pussy, causing her clit and labia to swell slightly. “But I’ll humor you. May I touch myself, Catherine?”
Holding a nipple in the left hand, Cat ran her right hand around the inside of her thighs, coming closer and closer to the middle but never truly reaching it. The fingers would brush slightly against the outer labia before withdrawing up the thigh. Cat relished the novelty feeling of a woman’s body warming up for having a good time. It was new and exciting, causing her body to react to her mental arousal and double down on its efforts to prepare the field. Meanwhile, Catherine was dramatically silent.
“Say, you don’t happen to have a sex toy lying around, do you?” Without stopping teasing her own body, Cat suddenly asked.
“Almost all girls have at least one. Even my sister got her first dildo before she had a driver’s license.”
Cat fell on her back laughing.
“I think we’ll have to make do with a finger or two this time around,” Cat said and finally moved two fingers over her outer labia, parting the folds to expose the soft parts within. This time Catherine let out a titillating moan of pleasure that almost tipped Cat over the threshold.
She was amazed at how sensitive it was. Every slight movement of her finger, even the water moving around sent jolts of pleasure up her spine. Cat slowly rubbed up and down on both sides of the outer labia, feeling the folds inside her twitch. She became keenly aware of a void inside her begging to be filled. The walls of her vagina pulsated with her heartbeat. Cat finished spreading the outer labia apart, revealing the soft folds of her inner labia to the mirror.
“That’s a pretty pussy,” Cat remarked.
“Well, get used to it. I’ve seen a lot of them, yours… this one is very pretty.”
In no hurry to move forward, she moved a finger around from the perineum up one side and down from the other as she focused on the feelings coming from that tender piece of her newfound femininity. When she finally touched her folds, it sent a pleasant jolt of electricity up her body. She instinctively pushed the finger closer to her body, touching the vestibule between the lips. Her clit tingled with anticipation.
The finger curled as it climbed up between the inner lips and up to the place where they met underneath Cat’s clit. Relishing in the new sensations, she pushed the hood up with another finger and played with her new sex. Catherine gave in fully and started to moan and cry in pleasure. Cat closed her eyes and rubbed around and over the clit steadily climbing her arousal into a sudden orgasm that took both souls sharing the body by surprise.
“Oh, dear. What just happened?” Cat felt her pussy twitch with the aftershocks.
Cat tried to touch herself again and felt around the soft lips. She started to get in a good mood again right after. “I can get addicted to this.”
It might seem strange that a man in a woman’s body was able to climax faster than the original owner of the said body but the reasons were evident. The sensations were all a big novelty to Cat as she hadn’t yet grown used to the body as a born woman would after all those years growing up. Every sensation was new and Cat still had William’s viewpoint at the time. Basically, Cat liked pussy more than Catherine ever did. These were the two minor two contributing factors and they would fade over time but Cat would never lose the ability to please herself.
The main reason she climaxed so much and so fast was Catherine’s ghost screaming and moaning in pleasure inside their head.
One could also argue that William didn’t have the prudish conditioning and aversion to self-exploration Mrs. Wallenstein implanted in her daughter to raise her as a “proper lady” but this point was both contentious and unnecessary to explain what happened in the bedroom that day when the other three factors offered sufficient explanation.
She didn’t even bother exploring the inside of her vagina that day. After a couple more orgasms, Cat rolled out of bed, trying to avoid staining the sheets with her female juices. Her legs shook as she tried to steady herself up.
“I think it is time to have a relaxing bath,” she decided.
Her pussy still tingled while she dissolved the bath salts in the hot tub and slowly dove in. The hot water stung her scabs and bruises but the feeling of finally soaking was so divine she sublimated the pain. Diving until only her face stood outside the bubbles, she let her body drift under the water jets.
Cat readjusted her body and quickly found some footrests on the other side where she could lock her legs straight and keep her head out of the water without any effort on her part. “Better?”
“Call me ‘Cat’. I’m no longer William and what little I have left of him is vanishing.”
“No. Not really. I feel relieved I can leave my past life behind me. I don’t regret it now, Catherine. I also hold not a smidge of resentment for what happened. I’m just glad to be alive and glad to be here with you.”
“Absolutely, sister. Wouldn’t have anyone else screaming in my head than you.”
They stood in silence enjoying the bath and massage when Cat had an idea.
“Hey, have you ever put one of these water jets down there?”
Catherine sounded ashamed,
“Not really. I think a lot of girls are like that. I’m going to try it, ‘kay?”
After dialing down the intensity of the water jets, Cat turned around and aimed her butt at one of them. She let the jet hit her cheek and slowly sidled to let more of it reach the middle.
“Mmm, hum.”
Cat moved sideways, up and down, trying to find the best spot. Once she did, the warmth spread up from her pussy like she’d downed a full mug of hot tea on a cold day, but climbing from behind instead of going down from her throat. She bit her lips and whimpered together with Catherine as their body climaxed again. Without moving away from the water jet, it just kept going. Only once it started to get painful she moved away and slammed a hand on the jets off button. Cat’s butt and legs were shaking as she felt the aftershocks and the muscles of her pelvis pulsating with the echoes of her orgasm.
“I don’t think I can climb out of the tub,” she reckoned.
“I bet you hated it,” Cat poked the tip of her tongue out.
----------------------------------------
She was about to get the towel when Catherine stopped her,
“Thank you,” she honestly said. “I am clueless regarding girl stuff and that’s the second main reason I had you tag along, Catherine. Please teach me. What should I do?”
Under her soul-tenant’s guidance, slathered an ungodly number of different creams on her hair and skin, rinsed everything in the shower, and finally was allowed to use the towel and leave the bathroom.
“I’m so going to buy some sex toys online,” she vowed.
Cat shrugged and went in front of the mirror at the vanity. “Guess this is the best we’ll get to a face-to-face conversation. How are you doing, Catherine?”
“Being a woman is a lot of work,” she remarked.
“Are you still concerned about your mother?”
“Why would I do that? I’d at least take Esmeralda with me. The cat could go.”
“On a scale of five to ten, where ten was the worst beating she’d ever given you, how does today rate?”
Cat frowned and vowed, “Never again. We are going to rehabilitate her, I promise. Maybe it will help us get you some stamps on your ‘get out of hell card’,” She joked with a smile.
“Yes, thank you too. You know, being you is not as bad as I initially thought,” Cat chuckled and dropped the towel. She ran a hand over her ribs. “I still think I need some muscle and a little bit of filling up here. I can see my ribs, I don’t want to see my ribs. And maybe I can increase my cup size by one or two.”
Ignoring Catherine, Cat continued. “Say, do you have a gym or at least a treadmill somewhere in this mansion?”
“Look, I don’t like this starving model look. I bet it was exactly what you did to yourself. And it is impossible to make you fat, you’re dead. I’m not making myself fat either. Just less skeletal.”
“I don’t think something borderline a medical condition can be called beauty. And trust me, I’ve been interested in girls longer than you’ve been alive. Guys don’t like to chew bones. Look, if I join my knees my thighs don’t touch each other.”
“Stop being dramatic.”
“Not like I’m going to wear any constraining clothes. Maybe I’m going to put everything up for sale on eBay. I don’t think I need… how many pairs of shoes do I have now?”
“eBay it is. Maybe I can find some second-hand dildos to buy while I’m at it,” Cat joked and was promptly ignored by a panicking phantom.
Cat laughed. “Okay, okay. The shoes stay.” She then took a good look at her new body for the first time, turning around and making sexy poses. Naked.
“I was kind of talking to you. I can’t see the girl in the mirror as me yet. Looking in the mirror helps me picture you better in my mind.”
Rising to the challenge, Cat brought her face very close to the mirror and whispered with a sultry voice, “After what we had in the bathtub together, are you going to complain about it, Catherine my dear?”
Fully intending to repay the teasing, Cat wondered, “If I kiss the mirror, will it feel like we’re kissing?”
“I can keep my eyes open.”
“Touché. It’s your win,” Cat conceded. “Maybe if I buy a silicone mouth...”
“Fair enough,” Cat yawned. “Now, where is my nightwear?”