Sarah and Susan quickly tried to dress themselves, but they had trouble getting their bras back on. It was easier to take them off. They knew exactly how they were supposed to do it, but it was like reading instructions and trying to do something for the first time. Apparently they had only limited knowledge of the form they were possessing.
Whoever was ringing the doorbell was persistent. Even after a minute, the doorbell was still sounding off.
They ran downstairs and Sarah checked the peephole. "It's a girl. I think her name is Melissa. She's one of Sarah's friends."
"Open it and get rid of her," Sarah's father, Richard, said.
Sarah opened the door.
"What took so long?" the girl asked. "I thought you were dead or something."
"You have to leave," Sarah said.
"What are you talking about? I ..." Then her face went blank. She looked down at herself, then back up at Sarah. "It happened again."
Sarah grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her.
"Great!" Susan yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "Now there's someone else!"
"Well, at least I've got a great body," Melissa said, smiling, reaching up to cup and fondle her breasts through her shirt.
"Woo hoo, for you," Richard said, his eyes glued to the Melissa's chest. The three females looked over at the only possessed male. "Sorry, I'm just a little horny. There are three girls here, but I bet I'm not going to end up sitting out here doing nothing, since I know if I was a girl I wouldn't want to do anything with a guy."
