Greg Mathews was running, from what he really didn't know, but he had
to keep going or they would catch him. It all started two weeks ago
when he started work on the St. Blisque Manor. He had been told to
start tearing down the porches and the greenhouse of the building, but
upon entering the bulldozer to start, something took over him and he
ended up driving around the property like a mad man and in the process
plowed down the contractor's brand new Caddy. He hadn't ran then,
but faced the music which in turn got him fired, but since that day he
had started to run. Now he was pulling into a small Motel 6 a little
ways outside of Salt Lake City. Something inside of him wanted to keep
on going, but his mind was close to breaking and he had to stop for a
rest.

He entered the motel room and packed away what little clothes he had
left. He then went to the bathroom and relieved his bladder and
cleaned himself up a bit. For being on the run for more then a week,
his body had taken a toll, all except for his face which usually by 5
in the afternoon had a pretty good shadow, but for the past week as
far as he could remember he had not shaved even once. He ran his hand
lightly over his face, but could not even feel the signs of stubble.
'Aren't you beautiful, little one...' he heard a voice start up within
his head. Actually, this hadn't been the first time the voice had
spoken up, a few times before and while he was plowing his boss's
Caddy into the ground.

"No, I am not beautiful. NO NO NO!" he screamed out loud. "Leave me
alone!" he said with such anger and then slammed his fist against the
glass of the mirror. The mirror didn't shatter, which made Greg even
more mad and he started to throw things around the small motel room.

* * * * *

His fits of anger could be heard next door, where a small man named
Johnathon Corrs was trying to get some sleep after being on the road
for nearly 24 hours. He bolted up in bed and without so much as
throwing on a robe to hide his 'Joe Boxer' boxer shorts he ran out the
door and next door. He began beating on the door trying to stop the
noise and get the attention of whoever was inside.

"Damnit man, don't you know there are others sleeping! What're you
tripping on?" John said as he heard all the sounds stop in the room.

"Okay, man, that's better, now the next time I hear a sound from this
room I'm going to come in there and beat the living crap out of you."
John was a small man, but he could always deliver a threat and live up
to if the situation required it. He went back to his room, he couldn't
wait till he was back in bed and asleep again.

* * * * *

'Now now, hun, a tantrum is so unbecoming of a young woman,' the voice
burned through his head. He just threw himself on the bed, grabbing
his head as the voice got loud enough to cause a migraine. Greg fell
into a deep sleep, and the owner of the voice within took over once
again.

The pain that had started in his head moved to other parts of his body
as the spirit shaped the body to look like what she had once been.
The muscles that Greg had worked so hard to shape and form were now
being smoothed out and shrank to be more feminine. Greg's six-pack
stomach smoothed out and became more rounded, and two large peaks about
the size of a 36c bra pushed their way through the fabric of the shirt.

Inside, the spirit was laughing as it pushed for the changes to
continue, but forming breasts and dissolving muscle took a lot of
energy. She could quickly feel her energy drain, and she too drifted
into the same deep sleep that had consumed Greg.

Now lying on the bed was a sight of a man, he had fairly large breasts,
some muscles, and a small round belly of a female but the rest of him
remained the same. Greg was in a deep sleep, and the dreams started
to turn wild as he subconsciously pulled one of his hands up and
started to rub his newly acquired breasts and nipples.

* * * * *

A few hours later Greg had finally awoken with renewed energy; he was
tired of running and wanted to go back to work again, but first things
first. He needed to take a shower and then he would explore the new
surroundings of Salt Lake City. He entered the bathroom and turned on
the shower to allow a little time for the water to warm up before he
got in.

Greg was feeling good, and he looked in the mirror at the image
reflected back. His face was completely smooth and would probably
never need to be shaved again; that couldn't be that bad he thought to
himself, just one less thing to do in the mornings. He then looked
down to his chest and saw the large mounds pushing their way through.

'What the hell are these?' he asked himself as he removed the T-Shirt
to have a closer look. They were beautiful and perfect in every way,
but not on him, they had to be on a girl, what was he doing with them?
He brought his hand up to the soft mounds and caressed them lightly,
then pinched the round, pink nipple which made him gasp in pleasure
that he couldn't describe. He felt his groin start to warm and an
erection forming, but out of anger Greg forced himself not to touch
the breasts anymore. He was a man, not some freak, and there was no
way in hell that he was going to find pleasure from this experience.
He then took off the rest of his clothes, carefully studying other
parts to find that nothing else had changed, and then proceeded into
the shower.

The water cascaded down the new features of the body, and again Greg
started to get pleasure from the situation which for some reason his
stubborn nature no longer pushed out. Something else now had control
of him, and his hands were moving up and down enjoying the curves of
the body. He then giggled and stared at his hand as the water was
cascading down his back. The fingers were getting smaller and smaller,
taking on a more petite shape. His forearms started to lose all hair
and got smaller and more petite as well. He put his hands on the soft
mounds, then slowly pushed them down until he got to his penis.

'Oh my, a young lady shouldn't have one of those,' the voice of the
woman said within Greg's mind. She then began to touch it gently at first and took her fingers down the long shaft. 'Oh, but it is quite a pleasurable little tool,' the voice came again. He moved his hands to his hips and felt them billow out with the touch as they became more feminine and the butt expanded. Greg's legs then turned soft and completely hairless as he brought his hands down the legs all the way to his toes, finishing up the last areas of change before the spirit
inside would have to rest again.

Greg regained control of his body and exited the shower. Without even
getting dressed again, he entered the main room where the bed was and
paced the floor. Something definitely felt very strange, but unsure
of what it was, he turned and walked the length of the floor again.
He then stopped for a moment and stared down at his legs; they were
now completely hairless and even his feet looked smaller and more
feminine. He quickly ran back into the bathroom and stared in
amazement at the image reflected back in the mirror. There stood what
appeared to be a young girl with his butch haircut, but the most
disturbing attribute was the large penis hanging where there should
have been a nice pussy. Greg didn't know whether to be disgusted by
the penis or by the changes, and quickly resolved that he had to get
dressed and cover up the incongruities.

He entered back into the main room and selected a pair of boxers, and
then went to find a pair of levis. Upon slipping the levis up his
legs, he quickly discovered that he wouldn't be able to get them up
past his now feminine hips. 'How could this be happening to me?' Greg
cursed under his breath, and then found a pair of sweat pants that
would definitely fit a lot better. He quickly threw on a white
T-Shirt and found that his newly acquired nipples were standing out
as if they could poke your eyes out. He then threw on his levi jacket
and grabbed his wallet and keys for his car; he couldn't find a job
like this and he needed a new wardrobe, or maybe he should go to a
doctor? No, they would think he was crazy, he would have to just act
as if the changes hadn't occurred and just find ways to hide them.

* * * * *

A couple of hours later Greg arrived at a Wal-Mart and immediately
proceeded to the men's section to hunt for clothing that would fit
his new body. After a few unsuccessful attempts to find a pair of
men's pants that could fit his feminine hips, he was approached by a
sales clerk.

"Miss? Can I help you find anything? The ladies' section is in the
middle of the store." The young clerk didn't want to offend the
young woman, he had seen plenty of other ladies shop in the men's
section, but there was definitely no way to avoid it, this woman was
full figure and there was no way she was going to be able to fit any
of the jeans from this department.

Greg could feel himself blushing, but deep in his mind he knew the
clerk was right. "Oh my. Umm...I forgot my glasses and I'm sort of
new to this town. Can you point me to the ladies' section, sir?"

Greg said, but actually he already knew where the ladies' section
was, but needed something more to back up his story.

The clerk started to wonder what he was talking to; this young lady
had the most perfect feminine frame, but the voice was not feminine
at all, but that of a man. "Umm...yes, ma'am, it's over here, let
me show you where." The clerk hated turning the blind loose, but
that voice made chills go up his back and all he could think of was
that the young lady was from California.

After guiding her in that direction he turned her loose and watched
from a distance; he thought about telling his friend that worked in
the same department as him, but then thought against it.
Greg carefully selected some pants that looked as if they would fit
his new assets, and then proceeded to the dressing rooms. They fit
perfectly, as if he was molded for the jeans, so he went back to the
rack and selected a couple of black ones. From the corner of his eye
he saw the ladies' undergarment section and proceeded to it. The
shirt he was wearing was rubbing his nipples raw and he knew that
ladies usually wear bras to help in that, and also for other reasons
he chose not to think of. Rather than trying them on, he selected a
few varieties that looked like they might fit and then left the
section to pay for his purchases.

* * * * *

Greg modeled in front of the mirror with the new pants and bra on. He
looked like his ex, and the whole situation left something in the pit
of his stomach that he couldn't describe. 'What else has changed?
Could I have babies? Will I have a period?' The questions started,
and Greg could feel the tears starting to form.

"No No No! You are not going to submit to these changes, you're a
man and if you don't remain strong then you might as well start
wearing dresses," he yelled at himself as Greg looked in the mirror.

"Now, you must act as if nothing happened." He tried to not think of
his breasts or any of the other feminine features; however, he was
failing miserably at it.

'I wonder what I would look like if I had a pussy,' came a voice from
the back of his head that was not entirely his own, it was of a more
feminine type, and it seemed to be taking over his thoughts again. He
tried hard to fight the woman off, but all attempts failed as Greg
found his hands moving up and down the curves of his body. They
slipped into the newly purchased pants and released them to fall to
the floor, than his hands began pushing into the boxer shorts.

"Umm...now, baby, you could have at least purchased something to
complement what I am about to give you next," she purred from within
his mind. Greg tried his best to fight her off, but all attempts were
failing.

"No No No! I'm not a girl! I am Greg Mathews, and I'm a guy,
damnit!" Greg tried to force his hands out of the boxer shorts, but
he was no longer in control of his own body.

One finger slipped down the long shaft of the penis as the enlarged
tool started to shrink in size. The ghost was getting more and more
powerful with each passing moment, and as Greg's body became more
feminine it would be hers to control. The penis went from four to
three inches, but before she could finish her powers drained and
something was terribly wrong.

* * * * *

"Yeah, keep digging, I know we're coming on to one soon," Dr. Cleo
Pratt said as he cheered a young intern on.

"I still don't know what we're looking for, ma'am." The intern
thumped the shovel down a few times.

"I'm not a woman, I'm a man, and my name is Leo Pratt. I must find the body of this woman who has taken me over to release her spirit from me."

The woman had been babbling that ever since Jacob had met up with her.
Nevertheless, she was an incredibly sexy woman, and plus promised to
pay good money if he assisted her, but this wasn't what he had in
mind. They had been digging in a small field behind St. Blisque
Manor for three days and still hadn't turned up anything significant.
Then his shovel hit something hard and made of wood, and before he
could remove another shovel load the woman told him to get out of the
pit; she was instantly down on all four's digging through the dirt.
It was a coffin, and instantly Jacob knew he didn't want anything
more to do with digging up bodies. He quickly ran toward the road,
but before he could make purchase upon the blacktop something took a
hold of him. It was like a virus, and spread through his body fast.
He instantly went to the ground coughing and wheezing, but something
had him and like a frightened dog he began screaming.

Dr. Cleo, which he couldn't help but refer to himself since the
female spirit had taken over control of his body, heard the
screaming, but all she could think of was opening the coffin and
releasing the spirit from within himself. The coffin didn't open
easily enough, so the doctor reached for the shovel and smashed the
cover open. It opened, and he couldn't wait for the spirit to
finally leave him. However, after waiting a few minutes it hadn't
worked and he became desperate. He went to his hands and knees and
grasped the rotted bones of the corpse within, but again there was no
success at removing the spirit from within. After releasing the
corpse, he put his hands up to his face and just cried.

* * * * *

Greg Mathews pulled himself up off the floor of the hotel room. The
spirit from within was gone, and he couldn't even find the smallest
trace of her, except for what she had done to his body. He quickly
checked his pants and found that although he had lost most of its
length, his penis still remained. He didn't know whether to curse
out loud about the changes, or to celebrate that he was no longer
possessed.

* * * * *

Greg spent another few days in the motel room and then more days
exploring Salt Lake City. His life was a disaster, and all attempts
at getting a job had failed. He no longer looked like the guy he had
once been, and all his legal documents were for a man he no longer
knew. He thought about seeking help, but in the end they would have
just turned him over to the loony bin. By the end of the day a rope
was cast over the entry way to the bathroom, and another life had left
the world.

The End of Spirit on the Run
-
Endword
This by no means is the end of my stories in this universe, but as of
right now I am finding it harder and harder to write them. I know I
am not a very good writer as far as grammatical errors, but I am
trying and again I would like to applaud Steve Zink for his great editing. :)