Title: Ghost Wife
Chapter 10: Self Science
“A demonstration,” Katherine repeated, leaning forward in her chair. “I want to see this transfer happen. If what you’re claiming is true, I need to observe it firsthand.”
“You want Emma to… transfer into you?” I asked, not quite believing what I was hearing.
Katherine nodded, her scientific curiosity clearly overriding her skepticism. “If this is real, I want to experience it. And if it’s not, then no harm done, right?”
Emma shifted uncomfortably beside me. “Before we do this, you need to understand what you’re consenting to. I’ll have access to your memories, your thoughts. I’ll be… you, in a way.”
“And I’ll be unconscious? Or gone?” Katherine asked, her scientific precision evident even in her skepticism.
“Not gone,” Emma explained. “Just… dormant. When I leave, you won’t remember anything that happened while I was in control.”
Katherine snorted. “How convenient. No witnesses to your ‘possession.’” She made air quotes with her fingers. “But fine, I consent to being ‘possessed’ by your dead wife.” Her sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife. “Thanks for asking, by the way. At least you’re not having Calvin’s wife switch with me without my consent.”
The barb hit home, and I winced. “We’re trying to do this right.”
“There’s another problem,” Emma explained to the scientist, her brow furrowing. “Sister Margaret. When I leave her body, she’s going to be very confused. She’ll have no idea how she got here or who you are.”
“She might call the police,” Katherine added with a smirk. “Kidnapping a nun is probably a felony.”
Emma stood up and began pacing, a gesture that looked strange on Sister Margaret’s normally composed body. “I need to take something to keep her calm when she wakes up. Something mild.”
“Oh, sure,” Katherine said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s add drugging a nun to the list of crimes. Why not?”
Despite her harsh words, Katherine made no move to stop us or leave. Her scientific curiosity was clearly winning out over her ethical concerns.
“I don’t like this,” I said, following Emma as she headed toward our bathroom. “Drugging her seems wrong.”
“What choice do we have?” Emma countered, opening the medicine cabinet with the familiarity of someone who had done it a thousand times. “If she wakes up in a strange house with strange people, she’ll panic. This will just… take the edge off.”
She reached for a prescription bottle I recognized—mild anti-anxiety medication she’d been prescribed years ago after a particularly stressful period at work. She shook three pills into her palm.
“I used to take these when my nerves got bad,” she explained, though I already knew. “Sometimes to help me sleep. They’re not strong, taken alone. But three of them should make Lisa drowsy enough not to panic.”
Emma swallowed the pills with a handful of water from the sink. A few minutes later, she sat down heavily on the edge of the tub, her eyelids already growing heavy.
We returned to the living room where Katherine was waiting, her expression a mixture of scientific fascination and moral judgment. She didn’t seem particularly concerned to see the nun’s eyes growing glassy, her body swaying slightly as the drugs kicked in.
“So,” she said, standing up and brushing invisible lint from her jeans. “How do we do this? Do I need to touch her, or…?”
Emma nodded slowly. “Physical contact seems to be the trigger. A handshake should be enough.”
Katherine extended her hand, her skepticism evident in the slight smirk on her face. “Well, Sister whatever, it was nice meeting you. I look forward to being possessed by a dead woman.”
Emma took a deep breath and reached out, clasping Katherine’s hand firmly in her own.
For a moment, nothing happened. Emma and Katherine stood frozen, hands clasped, while I held my breath. Then Katherine’s body jerked slightly, her eyes widening in shock.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her voice still Katherine’s but somehow different—more hesitant, more surprised. “It worked. It actually worked.” She released Emma’s hand and staggered back, staring at her own palms in wonder. “I’m… I’m in her body. I’m Katherine. But I’m Emma.”
Sister Margaret swayed on her feet, her eyes unfocused. The medication was clearly taking effect, making her movements sluggish as she looked around in confusion.
“Where… where am I?” she mumbled, her voice slurred. “What’s happening?”
I moved quickly to guide her to the couch, helping her sit down. “It’s okay,” I said soothingly, though I knew it was anything but okay for her. “You’re safe. Just rest.”
Katherine—or rather, Emma in Katherine’s body—was examining herself with scientific precision, running her hands over her arms, touching her face, adjusting to her new form.
“The neural pathways are so different,” she said, her voice taking on Katherine’s clinical tone but with Emma’s wonder behind it. “Everything is… sharper somehow. More analytical. I can feel how her brain processes information. It’s like thinking in high definition.”
She turned to look at Sister Margaret, who was now slumping against the couch cushions, her eyelids heavy. “And what a contrast! Going from that rigid, faith-structured mind to this…” She tapped her temple. “Katherine’s brain is like a supercomputer compared to hers. No offense to the nun, but it’s like going from a horse-drawn carriage to a Tesla.”
I couldn’t tell how much of this assessment was Emma and how much was Katherine’s own ego coloring Emma’s perceptions. The disdain for religious thinking certainly sounded more like the skeptical scientist than my wife.
“Oh, and I’m really turned on,” Katherine added, grinning as she cupped her breasts through her shirt and biting her lip as her gaze wandered to me. “Which is very unusual, because I’m... she’s supposed to be a lesbian.”
I felt my face grow warm. “Can we maybe not talk about Katherine’s body’s, um, reactions?”
“We need to get me into an MRI,” Emma continued as if I hadn’t spoken, pacing now with Katherine’s energetic stride. “And an EEG. We should monitor brain activity during the transfer. And we’ll need blood samples to check for hormonal changes. Oh! And we should—”
“Whoa, slow down,” I interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder. It felt strange touching Katherine’s body while knowing Emma was inside. “One step at a time.”
Emma nodded, pushing Katherine’s glasses up her nose in a gesture that was pure scientist. “You’re right. Methodical approach. First things first.” She looked back at Sister Margaret, who was now barely conscious. “The medication is working. Good. That gives us some time.”
She closed her eyes suddenly, her brow furrowing in concentration. “I can see them,” she whispered. “The threads. Just like when I transferred from Veronica to Lisa. Mental pathways, memories, emotions… they’re all connected by these… threads of consciousness.”
“You can see inside her mind?” I asked, not quite understanding.
“Not see, exactly. It’s more like… feeling. Sensing.” Emma’s eyes remained closed, her face a mask of concentration. “There’s one that’s particularly strong. It’s fascinating. Let me just…”
Without warning, Katherine’s body shuddered violently. Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white. A deep, guttural moan escaped her throat as her body convulsed in what was unmistakably an intense orgasm.
Sister Margaret, even in her drugged state, looked scandalized. I stood frozen, completely bewildered.
After several seconds, Emma relaxed, Katherine’s body going limp in the chair. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.
“Well,” she said, her voice breathless. “That was unexpected.”
“What the hell just happened?” I demanded. “Did you just cum?”
Emma nodded slowly and straightened up, adjusting Katherine’s rumpled clothing with a smirk that looked perfectly at home on the scientist’s face. “I think I found a solution to our problem.”