There was one cheerleader above all I lusted after -- Carmella Jones. God, was she hot! But, she knew it, too. Whenever I said "hello!" to her, she didn't do ANYTHING, not a sneer, NOTHING!
But now, I had the ring. And I WANTED her. I didn't just want her as a girlfriend, I wanted to own her, to, to
"I wish I possessed Carmella Jones," I whispered, staring at her.
Everything swirlled around me. When it stopped swirlling, it took me a moment to figure out what had happened. I had fallen to the ground and a couple of the other cheerleaders were bending over to help me up.
"Carmella, are you okay?" asked one of them to me.
"Carmella?" I stearted to say. "I'm not "
And it hit me. I WAS! I'd said "I wished I possessed Carmella," and I HAD. Not possessed in terms of ownership, but in terms of I had possessed her body!
Oh God. Was I going to end up living some kind of real-life version of the gawdawful TG spooge I'd read on the Internet?
I looked at where I'd been standing. Was I going to see anyting there? Especially the ring?