The Naughtiest List [Open]

There were a lot of words that came to mind when thinking about the holidays around New York. Inspirational, merry, joyful, beautiful, were just a few of them. But to a certainly, bodily-challenged mutant, there was one word that the rest of the world seemed to forget to include: obnoxious.

The colored lights, the red and green tinsel decor, the aggravating music, it was enough to drive anyone completely mad. Every year Casey Babilon found herself getting just a little more bitter. Watching people stroll down the streets, sipping themed coffees, lugging packages under their arms, twisted the knife just a little deeper. It was a stern reminder of the many things that had been taken away from her since her powers backfired and left her floating around like some spirit in the void.

Could she possess people and experience these luxuries? Sure. As a matter of fact, that was what Cas tended to do. It wasn’t hard to find some lonely hearts wandering the putrid smelling shops and snow-covered streets and taking their body for a little joyride. But there was something different about experiencing these things in a body that wasn’t your own.

It was during these times that Cas was reminded that she wasn’t tasting gingerbread cookies with her own taste buds, nor was she listening to “All I Want for Christmas” with her own ears, she was experiencing these things through the muffled senses of another. And that was something that made everything all the more annoying.

Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do anything fun this year. No. As a matter of fact, it was the exact opposite. Every year, Cas tried to top herself in finding holiday activities that were more pulse pounding and more likely to leave whatever hapless person she inhabited in gibbering confusion come morning.

Such was the drawback of living a life with no consequences - boredom. But this year? This year, she was going to do it. She was going to do something to get on the naughtiest of lists.

The department store was just as good as any place to start. While drifting lazily through the walls, being careful not to have to bluish transparent body noticed by any passersby, Cas was on the hunt. And she didn’t have to hunt for long.

The young woman was cute. A twenty-something, bundled up redhead with freckles on her nose, thick glasses, and pouty lips. She was clearly one of those girl-next-door types that just needed a little bit of encouragement to be a knock-out. She labored over handfuls of packages, probably one of those types that overdid it on Christmas to try and overcompensate for the fact that they were bundles of anxious insecurities.

Drifting between the thick clothing racks, Cas waited patiently. Only when the redhead drifted closer to her, inspecting the clothing, did the ghostly mutant pounce.

She slipped in like a glove.

Cas, occupying the now sound asleep consciousness of the redhead, sighed and stretched. The body was a little shorter than she would have liked, but as she ran her hands over the too-thick parka, she smiled.

”Ooooo, how yummy…” she purred to herself. Dropping the bags to her sides, she unzipped the parka, and ran her hands over her now curvaceous form. ”Homegirl is thicker than she likes to let on. Oh no, hunny,” she said to herself, and to the sleeping consciousness. ”This won’t do at all, baby.” Pulling the jacket off, plucking up the purse and leaving the packages behind, she immediately headed to a more risque clothing section. ”We’re gonna break the bank and deck these halls!” She giggled and added an extra sway to her newly rotund posterior.