My parents considered me an accident. But was useful as a tax write-off. Mommy served daddy and daddy beat her when she didn't listen. I was told that is how life was meant to be. That one day I would meet a man and I would be his perfect wife!
When I turned six, I started being able to see blue things inside people. I could reach out and take them or change them to be better. When I took mommy's blue thing she fell down and stopped moving. I put it back and she got up. I realized when I did things to the blue thing, mommy started doing what I wanted. So I did the same to daddy, having mommy help me.
Then I met Mark. I knew in an instant it was him, my perfect husband. There were a few.. small flaws. He was far too old, mommy told me that me being so young and him being that much older was wrong and people would be upset. I punished mommy for upsetting me. But she was right, she was mommy after all. So I did the only thing I could think of! I gave Mark my body! The nice policeman told mommy he died of a heart attack. but Mark was okay, he was with me!
We were going to find him a new body that was even better then his old one and we would be married and I would be the perfect wife!
At least... that was the plan. It's been fifteen years and Mark still hasn't chosen a body. He uses mine.