After the incident that led to you apparently having sex with an unknown man, you were extremely hesitant to try on the qipao again.
But another part of you burned with curiosity. You had never been one to believe in the supernatural, but now you were in possession of a garment that was undoubtedly haunted or otherwise magical.
By the next weekend, your curiosity can't take any more. Late that night when everyone else is asleep, you strip yourself naked and pull the qipao out from under your pillow. Taking a deep breath and collecting your courage, you don the silky garment.
The strange woman's voice infiltrates your mind once again, still speaking chinese but somehow fully intelligible.
"Ah, how wonderful. To experience a body again so soon."
You decide to try to communicate.
"Who are you? you ask.
"A prisoner." she responds. "Please, I beg you. Please let me borrow this body. I have been trapped for more than a lifetime."
If this is true, you can't help but feel pity for this poor soul.
Nodding you try to communicate with her by thinking. "Fine. I will let you borrow my body every so often, but please treat it well and try to return before daytime."
"Thank you for this gift." the spirit seems overjoyed, and once again you immediately lose control of your body and slip into a dream-like state.
From that day on, you begin wearing the qipao regularly. At first only on weekends, but soon the spirit begins to urge you to wear it late in the night during the rest of the week.
Each time you don the dress, you enter a barely-conscious trance-like state, only catching brief glimpses of your possessed body's actions. As before, a lot of this imagery consists of partying, dancing, drinking, and.... some frisky business that you try not to think about too much.
Usually you find yourself waking up in your own bed, feeling the effects of a hard night's partying, but occasionally you wake up in some strange man's bedroom with the now familiar symptoms of a drunken one-night stand, your asshole feeling roughly used.
You decide to confront the spirit about this the next time you wear the qipao.
She seems apologetic. "I'm sorry! I have not been seizing full control of your body, and as I have been without a body for so long, your own emotions and desires are overpowering me!"
This seems to make sense to you. A teenage boy's body is a hormonal nightmare. It must be incredibly overwhelming for someone who hasn't had a physical form for decades.
"Is there anyway I can help?" you ask her mentally.
"Give me full control, and I will no longer be a slave to your own impulses."
As scary as it sounds, you still feel sorry for this poor soul without a body, and you decide to give your consent.
"Wonderful." She says, suddenly sounding much less meek and apologetic. "I have waited so long for a new body. With a few adjustments, this one shall do."
Your consciousness fades quickly, and it feels like you're sinking into a much deeper and darker abyss than before.