Ty closed his eyes and pictured himself taking control of the brunette again. When he opened his eyes again, he was facing the opposite direction. He looked down at the body he was in to see her breasts below again. There was a feeling excitement inside her now, a jittery energy. That must be her adrenaline, Ty decided. He wanted to calm her down, but he could feel the last traces of her anger. It made him feel angry as well.
"Damn it!" Ty said, hearing her voice from inside once more. "How could I be so stupid?" He clenched her fists. I practically left her a signed confession. He wanted to kick something or scream. "No! Focus," he told himself. He had her take deep breaths and count to ten, following the advice a counselor had given him to deal with anger. Her body started to calm down. "Alright," he said. "I'm good. I'm good." Things felt more under control again. "Now what?" he asked as he looked down at her breasts again. Her chest heaved slowly. "Think," he told himself.
He started walking her body down the street as he spoke to himself, debating what to do next with her in her own voice. "I can't let her find me or tell someone about me, so, first, I need to get rid of the evidence." He opened her phone and deleted the selfie he had taken. Then, he erased her call history, leaving no trace of himself from her phone. That did it for electronic evidence. Still, there was another problem. "She's going to remember me," he said. What should I do about her memories?
"I could just leave now," he said as he turned a corner in her body. "I could leave her right here with no evidence and only hazy memories about who I am." He paused a moment. "Or, I could try erasing those memories." It would be just like erasing the history on her phone, in theory at least. Still, the idea of messing with her memories felt a bit icky, like he was digging around in her underwear drawer. He had already had a hand down her underwear, true, but a person's mind was a truly private place. He ran the risk of messing her up on a fundamental level if he made a mistake in there.
"Maybe I could just scare her enough so that she won't keep looking for me," he said. "I wouldn't have to change her mind at all. I would just convince her that she'd be better off leaving me alone." He could imagine a variety of ways to freak her out with his new powers. It might actually be a bit of fun to mess with her, he realized.
He turned to face the window of a store to look at her reflection. "What am I going to do with you?" he said to the brunette staring back at him in the glass.