Hollow, echoing laughter rang through the foyer. The family cringed. "Steve, let's get out of here!" Janet pleaded. "Those spirits might do something even worse to us!"
Steve scoffed, a haughty sound with his new voice. "Worse? Than stealing our bodies, I don't think so! Change us back, you fiends! Your bodies are dead for a reason. Ours were made for living, so give them back!"
"I agree with Mom, let's--" Megan began, when the blueish-white light returned, this time focused on Steve. His wife and children watched the fluctuating brightness envelop him, form a sphere around him, then draw away from him when the change was done, fading away until the house had returned to its grim, shadowy self.
Nothing about Steve's body, still that of a turn-of-the-century lady, had been altered. The hair, face, eyes, bosom, arms, and stomach...all remained as it had been following the first transformation. Now he wore the clothing befitting such a woman. A pink-striped blouse was buttoned over the long, ribbon-silk-cotton conglomerate of a dress billowing around Steve, dragging several feet behind him. A flowery night cap--suggesting this was the woman's casual wear--covered part of Steve's head, allowing enough room for the ponytails to fall unhindered. Beneath it all, a tightly-fastened whale-bone corset gave the impression of exaggerated maternity, and the rest of the era's undergarments did their part in hiding Steve's naughty bits, already swimming under layer after layer, from view.
"The hell is..." Steve tried to speak and breathe at the same time, all the more difficult because of the corset. "Those spooks are fooling arou...they're fooling around now!" He gasped.