As soon as you touch the fabric you can feel your hand pass through it and as soon as your ghostly hand comes into contact with the flesh of the sleeping form. The pull intensifies and sucks your spirit form in.
Your senses are lit ablaze by the rush of feelings: the soft sheets draped over your form, the feeling of once again having a bountiful chest, even the horrid feeling of some stray hairs in your new mouth.
Sitting up, you see a sudden flush of yellow hair overcome you vision: Yang's hair. Now your hair. Gripping your new chest you an feel the unnatural perkiness to the breasts even though they were smaller than your old ones... What do you do next?