The next morning, I woke up in Lina's body. I switched bodies shortly before going to sleep. The coffee machine was already in use by Natalie. Angelina left early, and I slowly got up. My body was rested and ready to start further attempts. I sat up slowly, feeling the growing energy as I lifted off.
In the kitchen, I met Natalie, who was yawning. We wished each other a good morning when I asked her what was wrong. "Overtired from the teaching profession," she said, even though she knew she had almost three months of vacation. I poured myself a coffee and enjoyed the morning sun. Natalie had to leave already and disappeared out of the house.
I stayed back and had a lot planned with Lina today. Through her memories, I had the idea to make a park my test location. I could squat down, meditate, and try to take over other bodies. Besides dog owners, I shouldn't encounter anyone. It would be different at the outdoor pool. The entrance is free, and it's very popular in good weather. So my choice was already decided.
By nine o'clock, I put on Lina's bikini. I admit that I slipped up a few times, especially down below, but also up top, but I had time, enough time, to test my gift. With a shirt over the bikini and sandals on, I set off. Step by step, I thought about the goal, to find out the reason for my attempted murder. I hadn't given up yet. I felt my breasts bounce up and down under the shirt, but slowly I didn't notice them anymore. Everything was familiar, I already knew everything.
The door of the outdoor pool was wide open. I stepped inside without thinking twice and already heard the screeching children jumping around at the entrance. They could have been part of the experiment too. I was open to anything that awaited me. I sat down on the towel on the lawn and looked around after taking off my shirt. There were many people there that I could take advantage of.
Sitting cross-legged, I focused on my surroundings. The wind blew, the sun shone, and the leaves rustled. I took a deep breath in and out. I controlled myself and Lina's brain frequency. More and more, I let go of the environment. After several minutes, my frequency in Lina's brain was all the same. I tried to maintain it that way. When I also let go of it and didn't have to control it, I saw and felt other brain frequencies.
I felt the older man who had bought a cold beer at the kiosk. Then I felt two pregnant women in the water who were eight months pregnant. I also felt them in the stomach. Then there were a few children in my environment. I had access to all the people within a radius of about fifteen meters. That's where I had to test.
I tried to take over the man at the kiosk. I kept my frequency the same as his and then jumped into his body. Instead of being confused as always when I landed in a body, I took over his body directly. I could look through his eyes without dizziness. My mouth tasted like beer. I looked around, looked at my beer belly, and knew that it had worked.
I then returned to Lina's body and decided to take over the body of one of the pregnant women. I took over their frequency without further problems when I jumped. But then something was weird. Instead of seeing through the eyes of the future mother, it was warm, moist, and completely dark. My body is tiny, little more than a feeling of existence, embedded in a floating, weightless environment. I feel myself floating in a kind of liquid, protected yet completely at the mercy of it.
I float in the amniotic fluid, feeling every movement that comes from the outside, the gentle rocking as the mother slid through the water, the rhythmic throbbing of her heart that vibrates like a deep bass through my whole body.
I heard the distorted sounds, the mother's voice, the laughter, the splashing of the water, everything sounds as if it comes through thick walls, muffled and far away. Most clearly I heard the mother's voice, not as clear words, but as a vibrating melody. Sometimes light penetrated through the abdominal wall, a reddish-orange glow that gently illuminated the darkness for a moment.
My thoughts are slow, cumbersome, as if I first had to get used to this new state. I couldn't move as usual, I was enveloped, bent, and captured at the same time. As I then stretched, extending my legs, I grabbed the abdominal wall. I pushed faster as I heard the distorted voice of the mother: "It's a very active child!" Then I started kicking into the wall, stretching myself, and feeling the mother fall into pain and scream. I liked to create a little pain. "What's wrong with my daughter today!", she stated.
The mother swam back the distance with her friend. I felt like I still had to realize the process. Meanwhile, I stretched again, the mother screamed in pain and fell into the deep. I did this because I was slowly getting cold. As the mother and her friend ran up the stairs, I felt the weight pushing me down. I felt their steps and how I jumped up several times.
It took a long time until I summarized my thoughts. But I felt free and unconcerned about the world outside. After all, I was linked to the mother's ventilation system. I wasn't hungry either, because she had eaten pizza yesterday that I was now indirectly digesting. The mother, whose name I didn't know, where from, I'm in the body of an embryo, was eating watermelons as they had normal female conversations. This person had done this, the other had done that, the husband had done the third thing, does yours do that too, and more and more. I listened, was the secret spy on a mission to get out of this situation.
It took a long time for me to summarize my thoughts and to think. Since the embryo led to a synchronization of brain frequency with the mother, I had to meet the frequency accurately in the millimeter range. Since I didn't systematically meet this in the body of the embryo, I had to take various measures to make this possible. If not, I would be born as a child with full consciousness.
I held my concentration in, thought of the mother's voice. It got hotter and hotter for me, since I had closed myself off from the outside. The mother and her friend were standing on the blanket as they wanted to return the dishes. They continued to talk while I continued to work on the daughter's frequency. Out of nowhere, it threw me out of the body of the embryo, the mother contracted, and I was in control. In that moment, as she grabbed her stomach and saw my blue-painted toes.
"Aloise, are you okay?" asked Mathilda, the mother's friend, who was also pregnant.
"It's okay, he's fidgeting a lot," I said, even though I knew I was the cause.
I stood up straight as I continued to try to walk. The weight in the belly was inevitable and heavy. With every step, I had to maintain my balance, waddling back and forth as if I was presenting the child to an audience. Lina had already disappeared. Great, my exit card gone.
After we took care of the dishes, I put on Aloise's clothes, which consisted only of shorts and a t-shirt. Aloise was only scheduled for a round with her best friend and should have gone home. But that plan changed when I took over her body. I was wearing sandals as we left the outdoor pool. We walked down the street on the way home. At the intersection, we said goodbye, or rather I and Mathilda. I was alone again. Now I just had to find Celia and jump into her body. But it wasn't that easy either. I had to find her first.