Cum was oozing out of my well-fucked cunt when to my surprise I heard a car pull up into the drive. "Fuck someone's here" Sean said. I could see... out of the window my friend Wendy's Magna. She is also a bit of a root rat and I could see that she noticed that the door of the shed was slightly ajar. She wandered down the driveway and opened the door. Boy was she surprised. The look on her face was priceless. Here I was with a still firm cock, covered in cum, still in my cunt and a nice firm. It was during one of these conversations that the next thing happened. She was nodding yes in an exaggerated way when my hands slipped off of her sweaty shoulders. She had been leaning into them and started to fall forward. I grabbed for her around her waist and my hands ended up full of soft sixteen year old breasts.I didn't know what to do. I knew exactly what was in my hands, and I knew that Sandy did too. We just sort of froze. Then the person who had been talking to the horse started. What was the fucking story on this new plan? Nothing I'd heard out of them, since the time they'd snagged me out of thin air, could have made me think something like this was going to happen.Hell, after looking the place over I saw that it was almost exactly like my home on the range in Texas, so to speak. Everything that had been in my house or outbuildings was here with me now, except newer and better.Back inside, trying on some of my clothes had even let me know that they had been altered. Somehow, to the amazement of both, by the end of the day, Linda had agreed to be picked up at eight the following Friday night.She had also agreed to wear a costume.Chapter TwoGhost knew it could affect its host. While it could do almost nothing on its own, if it settled into certain parts of the host's brain, it could make the host do things. It flexed those mental "muscles" experimentally, which almost led to disaster. Linda was operating another kind of machine at the time, one that was.