Chapter 7: Body, Mind & Soul

[The exit is now directly in front of you]

'The system finally spoke,' Dana thought. And as she saw the main street through the glass door, her heart leapt with joy. Vance felt a sense of relief and freedom, like a fresh breeze on a hot summer day.

"Mr. Director, here I come," he thought to himself.

Dana rushed to the glass door and flung it open. No sooner had she taken five steps out of the building than a car screeched to a halt in front of her.

'No, it can be!' Vance thought rapidly, hearing his very own heart beat loud and clear. 'Don't tell me the paparazzi are here to take pictures of me and ruin my image.'

Perhaps he was paranoid but wasn't he getting ahead of himself? After all, the body he was in, Dana, wasn't a popular artist, if anything a D-list one and even Vance himself wasn't so popular in his own life as a model so why the….

But the system was quick to shun his delusions.

[You're not a famous celebrity, just a D-list actress]

[Nobody but your friends and family even knows who you are.]

Dana was ready to curse out the system when she saw a stunningly beautiful woman step out of the blue van that had pulled up in front of her. She paused, the colorful profanities dying on her tongue.

"Ahhh?!" Overcome by the influence of the manly mind and soul in her body, Dana opened her mouth in shock, her eyes wide and mouth watering as she gaped at the woman. She was so taken aback by the woman's beauty that she forgot all decorum and manners, rather, Vance was taken back.

(A/N: Have some shame Billy Vance *slap my forehead*)

The woman who emerged from the car was dressed in an expensive-looking pair of sunglasses and a stylish blue and yellow jumpsuit, paired with stylish black stilettos.

While her heavy makeup might have been too much for some, it complimented her wavy hair perfectly. She looked to be in her late thirties, but her youthful energy and aura betrayed her age.

Holding her purse tightly in her hand, the woman looked down at Dana with a dismissive expression on her face. "What are you doing outside of the hospital looking like a patient who has gone nuts?" she asked, a hint of condescension in her voice.

The woman's voice was sharp and demanding, cold and unforgiving, like a teacher berating a student. She sounded like she was scolding Dana, her tone stern and strict.

"Uh-oh, you're talking to me?" Dana's voice came out more like a failed flirting trail than she had intended, a coy smile playing on her lips.

It was clear that Vance was attempting to flirt with the older woman, despite being in the body of a young woman himself.

The woman's face twisted in disgust, her lips pursed as if she were about to vomit. "Who else would I be talking to but you, you ridiculous creature?" she thought, barely stopping herself from uttering the words aloud.

"Sigh!"

The woman let out a weary sigh, then glanced around before turning her gaze back to Dana. Her eyes narrowed, studying the younger woman in front of her.

"If it weren't for Cassidy's request for me to fetch you, I wouldn't be wasting my precious time here with you, Miss Dana Morgan," the woman said, her voice dripping with disdain. She knew that Dana was sensitive and easily hurt, and she took a twisted pleasure in inflicting emotional pain.

Sadly, this is not the Dana we used to know Miss or Mrs…

"Oh, she's quite a spitfire. Hehe," Vance thought with a chuckle. His paraphilia began to take over, his thoughts turning perverse. "I do enjoy the challenge of an older, feisty woman," he thought, his mind consumed by his deviant fantasies.

As these thoughts ran through Dana's mind - Vance, Dana, externally, stood before the older woman, smiling in a shy, childlike manner, her hands clasped behind her back like a shy, childish, teenage kid doing puppy love. Hoofff!

"Hisfft!" The woman hissed in annoyance as she realized that her vitriol had no effect on Dana, who continued to smile obliviously and foolishly. Instead, it was the woman who now felt irritated, as if Dana's cheerful expression was crawling beneath her skin.

"Get your things and get back here within ten seconds," the woman snapped, her impatience growing. "I'm a busy woman, unlike you. I don't have time to waste on idle chit-chat." She turned around to open the car door, clearly eager to be on her way.

As the woman turned around, her curvy backside in all its glory was revealed to Dana's eyes which sent this view to the one in control of the mind - Vance.

Vance's mind wandered to a dark place, filled with impure thoughts and an insatiable hunger for gratification. His hand began to reach out towards the woman's backside, but then...

"Morgana!" a voice called from behind them, loud and urgent. "You left your bag and phone behind. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

As the voice grew closer, it became clear that it belonged to Betty, the nurse who had been caring for Dana earlier.

"Ugh!" Dana groaned in exasperation.