Our first Halloween-themed story of the month! Enjoy!

By FoxFaceStories

Craig has a problem: he’s currently a baby girl waiting to be reborn back into the world. It all started when he made a deal with a college ghost girl to help her dreams come true. Unfortunately, her dream was to possess his body and make it like her old one. But hey, at least she promised a nine month return policy!

Nine Month Return Policy

It’s not fair. I was trying to help! I thought I was doing a good thing by agreeing to strike a deal with that ghost girl. God, was I really that naive? I’ve watched horror films all of my life, so how could I have been so genre-blind? Now here I am, floating about, falling in and out of consciousness, accompanied by a heartbeat that echoes through my new home and continues to lull me. I try to kick and push about, but I’m so very weak now, and she’s far, far too strong. And I won’t be able to escape for months still to come, all as part of her sick ‘nine month return policy.’ Returned as what? Not the old me, that’s for sure! How did I get here?

I know, of course. I had moved into a new dorm at Marino College. I was keen for the opportunity; I’d missed out on having a local dorm room the previous year, and it was an experience I’d always wanted to have in my life; to live on campus and have a community around me. For the first couple of weeks it was great! I made new friends, even started talking to a cute girl in my Classics class, though I was too shy to make a move just yet. But then things started to get weird. I started to hear a strange moaning at night, like a woman in mourning. The doors sometimes shut or opened by themselves, and my notes kept shifting around to different parts of the room, and sometimes new notes were written in the margins, suggesting improvements. The writing was in a rather flowery, effeminate handwriting too. Truth be told, I thought someone was playing a prank on me, at least until I finally met the woman who was haunting me. Literally haunted.

“Joshua . . . Joshua . . . wake up . . .”

It was 5pm on a Friday night, a night I shall never forget. I was getting ready to go to a party. I really wanted to ask Sandy out, the cute brunette from my classics class. Suddenly, however, a chill went down my spine as I heard the voice. I turned and saw a woman who was in my room. A woman who was transparent and floating. She appeared to have short blonde hair and a beautiful face, somewhat Scandinavian in heritage, perhaps, with glasses over her eyes, that glowed a faint blue. She wore a halter top that displayed her impressive breasts, and an asymmetrical skirt that seemed ten years out of date. Suffice to say, I screamed, backing against the wall, and yet I couldn’t look away from her. 

“Who - who are you?”

“I’m the girl who has been trying to talk to you,” she said in an ethereal voice. “My name is Cassie. Cassie Higginson. Please, don’t run! I mean you no harm. I need you to help me!”

I swallowed and kept my nerve. “I recognise that name. It’s on a plaque. Wait, isn’t this building dedicated to you?”

She smiled and nodded. “I was a student here, just ten years ago. God, it was the best time of my all-too-short life. The community, the culture, the boys. God, the boys! I was finally free and able to enjoy myself, and learn and grow and become my best self. But I was killed at the age of twenty when a piece of construction equipment for the new dorm fell from the rooftop. They named the building after me. What a sick joke! I’ve haunted this place ever since, even when it became a male dorm. Forced to watch others have the best time of their life, go to parties I always wished to attend, and sneak lovers into this very room, so that I could only watch invisibly as others got to enjoy sex while I was stuck alone and unheard! Until you arrived, Joshua, and you could hear me. Only a little at first, but more and more each day. You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to in a decade. It must be destiny; you must help me!”

I was still startled, but sympathetic by that point. “How? How can I help a ghost?”

She smiled and drew closer. God, she really was beautiful. I could see why she was so popular; the boys would have been all over her. “I missed out on my chance to graduate, to experience love, to have a family! All you need to do is agree to help me live out my dreams, Joshua. Take my hand - I’m sure you’ll be able to touch it - and you can help my dreams come true.”

I was too kind. I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to help her. Hell, I had this stupid idea that maybe she would come back to life and be my girlfriend. What an idiot I was! Because as soon as I shook her hand she smiled at me.

“Thank you, Joshua. I promise, I won’t waste your body.”

“You - wait, my body?”

And then it happened, all too quickly. Her spirit rushed into me, and within moments my body was transforming. Two large breasts sprouted from my chest, and my hair grew long, blonde, and slightly wavy. I lost some height, but my pelvis spread out, giving me a pair of womanly hips, even as my waist pinched in to give me an hourglass figure. I moaned and tried to fight it, but her voice erupted from my mouth, a gorgeous voice that seemed to purr in a sultry fashion.

“Don’t fight it, Joshua. I’m sorry it had to be this way, but it was the only way I could be free again. I needed a body! A way to come back into the world, and yours just won’t suit until I’ve made it just like my old one! Don’t worry, Josh, it’s a g-good body! Mhmm!!”

Pleasure rushed through me. God, I actually orgasmed as I lost my dick and gained a vagina. We both orgasmed, because we both now shared a body. But as the effect ended, and I was left now as a gorgeous blonde beauty, I realised I had no control over my form. Cassie looked over our new shared form and scoffed.

“Oh, these clothes won’t do at all! We need to find something sexy. Something showy. Hmm, nothing female in your closet, but I bet I can make some quick adjustments! I’m very good with alterations, as I’m sure you’re now aware!”

I tried to wrest control. I didn’t want to be a woman, let alone one who could only watch as someone else controlled her body. I tried to eject her, but she easily overpowered me.

“Get out!” I screamed mentally. “We had a deal! I was going to help you and you tricked me!”

“I know, I’m very sorry. Truly, I am. I’m going to do justice to this body, Josh. And don’t worry, I’ll get you a body back. I owe you so much for this.”

“You can get me my body back by getting out of it right now!”

She cupped her breasts, causing me to mentally moan in unwanted pleasure as she rubbed her nipples. “God, I missed this feeling! Look, Joshua, this was the only way, just like I said. You can complain all you want, but it’s not going to get you your body back. But don’t worry, I’m a big believer in fairness. I’m going to organise something for you. A nine-month return policy.”

“What!? That’s way too long!”

“It’s the best I can give you. It’s something I think I’ve actually started to want as I’ve seen people come and go. I want to mature and grow, and pursue something I never got to experience. And it’ll help you too. A nine-month return policy. And tonight, we’re going to get started on it right away!”

Now, looking back, it’s obvious what she meant, but I really did think that she was going to have my body for just nine months and then give it back. At least, that’s what I hoped. Now, I am very well aware of what she meant. You see, that night she got dressed up nice and sexy, altering my clothes so that she tied one of my shirts in a knot beneath her large breasts, and converted a sheet into a makeshift skirt. She took my - our - body out to the party I’d intended to ask Sandy out at. She made us dance and flirt, drink beer and show off our body. And worst of all, I could feel how aroused and turned on she was. It was my body now too, female as it was, and I was horrified to find myself getting excited as she picked out a handsome frat bro and started to dance up against him. Just twenty minutes later I was moaning mentally to my possessor, crying out for sweet relief as she spread our legs and let that man fuck us with his huge dick. He was the first, but not the last by far. Again and again, Cassie reclaimed her lost college years in the most passionate and showy ways. I was along for the ride, now a sexy college student who pleased boys with her body. I gave blowjobs, I let men take me from behind, I rode them and let them suck on my big tits, and each time I was brought to orgasm . . . all because Cassie controlled my body.

“This has to end!” I told her via our psychic connection. “Let me go!”

“The nine months will start soon,” she said, tipping some pills down the sink. “I’ve had my fun. It’s time to start the journey to getting your body back, Joshua.”

She dressed up in a tight scarlet-red dress that night, went out to a Halloween party, and sought out  the biggest, toughest, most cocksure and charismatic football jock she could find. I cried out in orgasm, matching her vocal response, as the man came inside of us.

“You’re on the pill, right?” he asked.

She nodded, but I sensed she was lying. “I sure am,” she said, even as I pleaded for her to tell the truth, and to hurry up and organise the morning-after pill.

“What are you doing?” I cried as the man took a shower and we lay naked on his bed. “You can’t get us pregnant! I don’t want to give birth!”

“Don’t worry,” she murmured. “You won’t be getting pregnant, Josh. It’s a nine month return policy, remem-”

And then her voice was gone. Then I was gone. I was suddenly pulled deeper into my own possessed body, shrinking into nothingness. I felt warmth, the rush of a man’s seed, the joining of ovum and male DNA, the blooming of something new. Something that was me. But it was so quick that I could barely understand it.  From that point on, I remember so very little. Small stirrings of life. Little tremors of existence. Achingly slowly, my consciousness returned, but only in fits and starts. I was floating in warm liquid, not even needing to breathe, and something was connected to my bellybutton, and a great cord that I could feel but not quite see yet; my eyes were still developing. Sometimes I heard a motherly voice over the heartbeat, and it soothed me. Other times, it angered me. Eventually, I was able to form a connection again.

“Where . . . where am I?”

“My darling! You’re awake again. I’m so glad; you’ve started kicking and now I can hear you again!”

“C-Cassie? What’s happened? Where am I? Where’s my body?”

“Your body is still growing, sweetie. I told you, I’d give you a nine month return policy. I can’t give you your body back, and I don’t want to leave this one, but I can build you a new one, the old-fashioned way!” 

It hit me. I was a baby. I was a fetus, really. A growing little boy inside his mother’s womb, ready to be reborn again. At least, that’s what I thought, but I got one part wrong. You see, just as I started to fade into sleep again, I heard my new mother speak to me, caressing her swollen belly in which I resided.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful little girl, Josie.”

So here I am. I still have a couple of months to go. I’m always growing bigger and stronger, but I’m still just a baby. A baby girl. Cassie claims that part wasn’t intentional; it was a fifty-fifty chance, after all. Unfortunately, it means I’m going to be raised as a baby girl. Her baby girl. A daughter. It’s really not fair. I’m going to be squeezed out of Cassie’s vagina, the exact opposite way I’d hoped to go upon seeing her! And then I’m going to be a baby. Have to suck on her boobs (again, not how I imagined I’d be doing that). God, she’s even going to change me. Call me a “cute little girl.” Almost makes me want to stay in here. At least it’s warm and comfortable in the womb and I can pee any time I want. Plus I can kick her. Except she likes it when I do that, because I feel her fingers poking away at me, wanting her “baby” to respond. I just wish she’d stop having so much freaking sex even while six months pregnant! It always wakes me up, and it reminds me of how I even got here; as a developing baby stuck in her womb!

She keeps telling me that when I’m out and all big and grown, then I’ll get my college experience again one day. A college girl experience, and knowing her genes and those of my ‘father’s’, she likes to encourage me by saying I’ll come to like being ‘quite a looker’ when I’m fully grown again.

Cassie - my new Mom -  has no idea.

Just wait till I get to turn eighteen and head off to college again. I’m going to be such a wild child that she’ll regret ever offering this nine-month return policy and wish she kept me around in a shared body.

For now though, I’m getting tired again. Mom is rubbing her stomach. My former stomach. Mhm. Making me sleepy. A baby needs her nap. Might as well enjoy the rest of my time in the womb . . . because I’m going to be a massive hellraiser when I’m out.

The End