You decide to possess your own flesh and blood. With your clones, you head over to your house. Ringing the doorbell, your mother had opened the door. You made the oldest clone, a teenager, pulled your mother and made contact with her lips. She struggled for a while before her arms go limp. You now have control over your body. Your father sat in the living room, unaware of what had just taken place. As your mother, you invite the rest of you in.
"Honey, who was at the door?" Your father called, not looking up from his newspaper. You realise this is the perfect moment to possess him.
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