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"It actually worked," Jean stammered in disbelieving horror, her voice a hoarse croak.
Her arthritic neck creaked as she strained to look down at her frail, cadaver-like body. A long life, half of it confined to a wheelchair, had not done it any favours.
She was almost grateful to only feel from the waist-up. The half she could feel was bad enough. "What do we do now?"
"We?" Xavier arched a plucked eyebrow, his full red lips forming a satisfied smile. "You just sit right there. Allow me to take care of everything. I should have this entity within me brought to heel in no time."
When he closed his eyes, he sensed the Phoenix burning within him, an endless font of life energy mingled with this body's abundance of youth, to produce a dizzying high. There had been some uncertainty in the moment of the soul swap - the Phoenix had almost followed Jean, attached as it was to its host, only to be repelled by the aging flesh that was antithesis to its own nature.
"How long will it take?" Jean asked.
Xavier shrughed. "Not long. A few days. A week at most." He took a deep inhalation, his breasts rising and falling, and the sweet scent of flowers filled his lungs. He paced to the window. He felt this body might fly if it wanted to, though right now the act of walking was pure pleasure in itself. He looked out over the gardens, where the children of his academy played.
"But first I rather think I might go for a walk. Something to clear my head," he giggled.
He kissed her on the cheek and left, practically skipping to the door. Trapped in the chair, in her body, Jean whimpered as her thick, spandex-encased ass waggled out of sight.