My life as Raj had always been a bitter joke. Invisible, ignored, unwanted ?" a perpetual background character in everyone else’s story. Then came the change, a sudden, inexplicable surge of power. I could slip into anyone, wear their skin like a glove, control their every twitch, every thought. It was the ultimate revenge on a world that had always overlooked me. The rush of it was intoxicating. I’d spent weeks watching Riley. She was everything I wasn’t: beautiful, vibrant, effortlessly confident. In my old, pathetic life, even a glance from her was unattainable. But now? Now I held the key. I saw her walking alone, lost in her music, utterly unaware of the spectral force about to claim her. My moment. With a surge of dark exhilaration, I launched myself, a phantom whisper in the air, directly at her. The world blurred, then snapped back into sharp focus. But it wasn't my world anymore. It was hers. I felt the unfamiliar swing of long hair, the sway of a graceful walk, the lightness that wasn't mine. My own crude thoughts echoed in a mind that was now under my absolute command. This was it. The ultimate power. Her body was mine to wield, her will extinguished. And with this new, perfect vessel, I could finally indulge the desires that had festered within me for so long, the intimate acts I'd only ever fantasized about. A dark, pulsing intent solidified within Riley’s borrowed mind, and I, as her, began to move, heading towards a place where my new power could be fully exploited.