New Beginnings - Chapter 4 Author - Mocs The next morning Josh woke up to the sound of knocking at his door. Josh groggily got up and threw some clothes on quickly, and opened the door without looking out the peephole. Malcolm made his way in without waiting for Josh’s permission. Josh remembered that he had work today, but opted to just stop showing up, since he really didn’t care for the place and he had something better now. They made with their greetings, and Malcolm went through the day’s plans. It was all pretty mundane stuff for the most part, just driving around picking up and dropping off things. Josh’s training would begin later that night. Josh and Malcolm first went out and grabbed some breakfast, and Malcolm went over some of the dryer details of their work. Hoppers were often used to move illegal things around because they could take on a new identity each time they made a pick up or drop off. This all sounded slightly shady to Josh, but no shadier then using someone else’s body. So they went through their day making small talk and went through a check list that Malcolm kept. It had the feel of a well-practiced routine for Malcolm. Malcolm would get out of the car, go to a building that was not the main objective and in doing so, get a ‘mount’ (as Malcolm called the hosts hoppers took.) Josh had seen Malcolm wear many faces today, young, old, black, Asian, white, only one thing was constant, they were all female. “So is there a reason that you only hop chicks?” Josh said hesitantly. Malcolm responded, “Well that’s the odd thing about hoppers. We pretty much all prefer mounting women. I’ve heard of hoppers going after men, but they’re rare.” A question came immediately to Josh, “Are there female hoppers?” Malcolm nodded slowing, “I’ve heard that there are, but I’ve never run into one.” “Well kid I think we’re about done here. Are you ready to do some training?” Malcolm asked Josh. Malcolm drove off towards a less savory part of town. Josh was unfamiliar with this area, but knew of it by reputation. Josh came to a sudden realization, “What are we doing here exactly?” “Well it happens that there are plenty of courtesans, ladies of the night if you will. It happens that they are one of the easiest people to mount. Err well both figuratively and literally.” Malcolm said with a huge smile. Josh felt a bit of trepidation, but figured that he wouldn’t argue with this man. Hey, riding around in a whore’s body might be a fun experience. In fact it was exciting in a way. Malcolm pulled up to a parking spot and both he and Josh exited the car. Malcolm explained that they were going to walk from here, and then take whoever they found to a nearby hotel. Josh agreed with this plan and they made their way down the streets. Josh didn’t notice anyone that might be a working lady at first, until he turned his first corner. The streets weren’t packed, but they certainly weren’t empty. He saw many different women, each of different age and attractiveness. None of which were in a category that could have been called young for at least two decades, and none that could have ever been called a beauty. They continued their search, ignoring solicitations for fallicio and other sexual acts. It took nearly an hour of walking before they came upon a patch of attractive women, who didn’t look like life had exacted its toll from them many years ago. Malcolm hissed and drew Josh up short with an outstretched hand. Josh looked questioningly at him. “That girl over there.” Malcolm gestured to a very pretty woman, who seemed almost out of place here. “She is something that you need to know about. About five years ago we had an associate named Ben. Ben was a pretty great guy, but he lacked restraint. Well so Ben hopped that chick over there, her name is Marcy. Ben happened to be having a grand old time as Marcy, living a college girl life. Such a good time in fact that Ben didn’t want to leave, so he ran off in her body. If we would have found him, we would have forced him out. But as it was he ran off for months before returning, except he didn’t really ever return. You must not ever stay in someone longer than two or three weeks maximum, there isn’t really a set time. I’ve known guys that can stay for a week and have trouble getting out, where as others can stay more than a month and leave with no issue. The point is don’t get too comfortable. If you stay in too long, you are no longer you. You become a meshing and melding of the two people that exist in that one body. The point is that neither Ben nor Marcy really exist anymore, but a combination of the two. It just happens that the Ben side was a bit more dominant and poor little Marcy lost out when it came to studying and trying to be successful. So instead they now work here, trying to work out a meager living, not really sure of what their purpose was in life.” Josh took this all in shocked silence, as he let Malcolm guide him to the other side of the street. Malcolm smiled and Josh and said, “You seem like a smart kid, smarter than Ben was at least. You’ll be fine I’m sure. Let’s just be sure to stay away from Marcy, I don’t want to test to see if she remembers me.” Wanting to finally get to his “training” Josh picked out a woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with a small amount of fat on her. She wore the extra weight well, her legs were smooth and covered in stockings that were belted to a garter, with her feet in long black shiny vinyl heels. She wore a set of tight shorts that were of the style that most women would be ashamed to wear, hugging greedily to her God-given curves. She had a top on that appeared to be lingerie, intended to replace wearing a bra. Her top was see-through and Josh could faintly make out nipples through the black sheer fabric. Her hands, which pressed against her hips displayed a light purplish-pink color painted on her nails. The woman twirled a lock of fine blond hair between her fingers as she appraised Josh’s candid staring. Josh eyes locked to hers and he felt something, like electricity jumping from him to her. She must have felt it too because she made her way over to Josh and Malcolm, sauntering in a seductive way. As she walked, the street lights cascaded over her, revealing a face masterfully painted in makeup. The woman stopped in front of them and said, “Well I don’t normally do this, but why don’t you and I go get a room free of charge. Your friend can watch if he likes.” She gave a wry smile at that. Josh nodded to Malcolm, and said to the woman, “Sure thing, but first may we have your name?” She blinked at that as if it had slipped her mind, “Where are my manners, I am Jessica. Pleased to meet you, Mr?” She asked querying for Josh’s name. Josh nodded towards the hotel, and said, “Josh and this is Malcolm.” Malcolm nodded to the woman, and they made their way to the hotel. Malcolm asked Josh and Jessica to wait outside the front office of the hotel. Josh started to feel anxiety to what was going to happen. He and Jessica made small talk for the few minutes until Malcolm returned. Josh followed Malcolm and Jessica up a flight stairs, Josh getting a good view of Jessica’s rear. His admiration was cut short as they arrived to the room. Malcolm unlocked the door and stepped inside, waving for Jessica to come in. “Hey Jessica, hold up here just a minute we’ll be right back.” Malcolm said as he closed the door behind him. In a small whisper, Malcolm described what needed to be done. It sounded like there really wasn’t much Josh had to do physically except touch her, after that he just had to will himself to want to be inside of her. Josh felt small beads of sweat forming all over his body, and forehead and he mentally prepared himself. “By the way kid, good job back there with the luring. We don’t really have many people that can do that anymore.” Malcolm said with a measure of respect in his voice. Josh nodded not knowing what he was talking about, and tucking it away in the back of his mind for later. He walked into the hotel room again, to see Jessica laying in bed on her side in a seductive manner. Her legs were crossed in a very feminine way, showing her practice at the game of enticing and sexual deviation. “Well are we going to party or what fellas?” She said with mock severity, as she drew a line down her leg with a finger readjusting a small strap that wrapped around her ankle and attached to the shoes. Josh suddenly had a fear come to his mind, what if this woman had a disease, or worst diseases. He whispered his fear to Malcolm who responded, “Most of us are immune to all diseases, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Great, Josh thought, most of us, what if he wasn’t most of us? He decided that he would throw caution to the wind and get on with it. “Oh now what are you two whispering about, it’s not nice to whisper in front of other people” Jessica said with a pouty face. Josh walked over to her telling her it was nothing. Josh reveled in this woman’s body from his own perspective, his eyes mapping her supple curves. His eyes lingered between her legs, one of the defining things that made a woman. He could see the small outline to the indent that was her sex through the tight shorts. Josh reached out a finger and felt underneath the straps of the garter, feeling the smooth recently waxed flesh beneath. Jessica gave him a small cooing sound, and rested a hand on his shoulder then made a gesture pleading him to proceed. Josh’s hand went to one of the woman’s flared thighs, feeling the slight hardness of bone underneath the skin and mussel. His hand continued its journey to her waist, much narrower than her hips below. Upon reaching her armpit he adjusted his hand down onto her chest, the soft flesh giving to his probings, her nipples protruding through the fabric. Touching her face, Josh brought his hand around the back of her head and grabbed a hand full of hair. Pulling the woman closer to him, he embraced her in a kiss, at first she seemed startled, but then she gave into it. When they pulled back from the kiss, Jessica seemed winded and said, “We normally don’t kiss on the mouth, but since that was so good I’ll allow it.” Josh smirked and then reached down between her thighs, feeling her womanhood through the slutty shorts that she donned. His finger was limited in its ability to probe and he moved it back and forth across the slit this woman possessed. This slit that he would soon possess. His hand snaked underneath the shorts and found a bald pussy underneath, a salivating hole wanting to be filled. Josh’s finger probed inside the slit, finding womandhood that would accept a man inside of her. He moved his finger up a little to find a hard nub that he knew to be the clitoris. He gently stroked her clit slowly building her up, until she arched her back and gritted her teeth. As he continued the gentleness of her movement ended, and was replaced by a frenzy of movement. She tried to remove his hand, but he was the stronger, and he continued with his stimulation building her up to a crescendo of orgasm that left her winded and staring blanking for several seconds. She sat up and reached her hand into his pants, begging for him to enter her. He acquiesced but not in the way she intended. Taking Jessica Josh flipped her over so that her ass was in the air, waiting to accept him. He removed his pants and guided himself into her. His penis felt the wetness of her as he thrust in and out. Josh nearly blew his load with the antipcation, but instead concentrated on entering her body. Jessica rocked back and forth the motion bringing Josh close to finishing inside her, but instead he felt a softening of his body as it liquified and started encompasing Jessica. Josh felt odd as his entirety went into Jessica. He could feel her weak struggles as the last of him entered. Josh could not tell if a moment, or an eternity passed. Sweet air passed through his mouth into his lung, as a slight gasp escaped from his lips. He lay there with a new sensation assaulting him, his legs feeling a slight chill from the small holes that were in the stockings. The straps from Jessica’s halter dug into his upper thighs. He continued his mental probing and found his feet hurt from a long night of standing and walking around. Tasting his breath he found it to be stale, and riff with the taste of cigarettes. He sat up feeling his sore muscles contracting, and blonde hair falling at his neck and in front of his face. Using the tip of Jessica’s tongue he touched the inside of his mouth, noticing how different it was than his. Josh became aware of Malcolm’s presence in the room. Malcolm gave him a single nod of approval and said, “Well kid you finish up, and have some fun with her. I’ll be waiting in the car when you’re done.” Josh smirked, feeling his new face obey him. Malcolm walked out the door, and closed it behind him leaving Josh to his own devices with a woman’s body. Moving himself off the bed, Josh felt his new adjust center of gravity and found that he easily compensated for it. Once he was on his heels they didn’t pose any issue. As he made his way to the bathroom he felt like something was out of place with his underwear, looking down he saw that the shorts were still crooked to the side to give access to his labia. Josh readjusted and found the outfit to be constricting but in a comfortable way. Swaying back and forth Josh mimicked the same walk Jessica had been using when they met her. In fact he could remember some of that meeting but from Jessica’s point of view. Looking at the two men, then a sudden feeling of appetite and hunger for the younger one, that he knew to be himself. Using this woman’s mind in such a way reminded him of how wet Jessica was from his earlier attentions, in fact he could remember some of that as well with a slight blush. Reaching the bathroom mirror Josh examined himself in the mirror, turning his face in multiple directions. Taking note of the smoothness of his throat that no longer was adorned with an adams apple. Josh took an ear lobe in his fingers and examined a small metal stud that piercing through. Josh grasped both of his breasts in his hands, and lifted feeling their weight. They were a lot bigger from this vantage. He brought a hand up to his face and smiled at the painted nails that sat there. Josh pulled himself away from the mirror and made his way back to the bed. Lying down on the bed Josh copied the pose that Jessica adopted when he first began this journey. It was exhilarating to know that he could not only copy this pose, but that he had a body matched it. Nimbly with a practiced hand that wasn’t his own, he grabbed the sides of his underwear avoiding the garter belt and pulled them down revealing a shaved pussy belonging to a Katie Bryant. Josh stopped: Katie Bryant was a name that he knew was from her mind. She had given a false name to him, which made sense. She was twenty-four years old, and had fallen on hard times after her parents had died in a tragic accident. Josh stopped his ingesting of Katie’s mind and continued his undressing like a child on Christmas hungrily ripping open presents. Next the top came off, allowing his slightly sagging breasts to bounce a bit as the tension against them was released. Taking a nipple in hand Josh pinched and twisted far too hard, causing a small yelp of pain. Less forcefully Josh tried again and was rewarded with a nice tingling sensation that gave exaltations, spreading throughout his body and growing inside his new crotch. Exploiting this new opportunity, Josh explored his borrowed form, tits to stomach, stomach to waist, waist to hips, hips to inner thighs. Teasing the outer most labia, Josh spread himself openly to eagerly feed his lust. Inserting a finger into the flaps of skin, he found that small nub that he had used to drive Katie mad earlier. The light touch caused him to reactively shy away, the sensations too much. Driving forward Josh rubbed his clit a bit more, and his body reacted immediately, feeling a slight tensing in his pussy. He continued feeling his breathing increase and his rate start to race. Closing his eyes Josh ventured a finger into his pussy, feeling the entry as well as the warm stickiness that his body was producing. Josh felt his mind going blank as he continued to rub, moving a finger in and out. The motions became harder and harder, and his fingers started to find more sensitive places within her. He added two fingers, and then three. He tried a fourth but it started to hurt, and didn’t feel as good. Like lightning the first earth shattering orgasm hit, wracking Josh’s body with involuntary shutters as he arched his back, his toes curling up to the point of pain. He removed his hands, wiping small beads of sweat from his brow. Taking inventory of his body, he decided to try something else. He rolled on to all fours and felt back to his pussy, the slickness invigorating him. His face went against the pillow and he could feel his breasts hanging down in front of his face. Sitting in this position in his normal body would look strange, and maybe even disgusting, but with Katie’s body he knew it was alluring and sexy. He took a finger and licked it, tasting the salinity of his pussy. Taking that finger he dipped it back into his pussy, and started more vigorous masturbation. After about forty-five minutes or so he finished up. He then willed himself out of Katie’s body leaving her laying there used as hard as any lover had ever done. Josh was quite happy with his first time out in another body.

Gene Hart’s Body Hopping Adventure - Chapter 2 Tonight was going to be a special night. I had found a new target. She was a lovely lady, about 18 years old and amazingly beautiful. A lot has happened since my first and thus far only mount. I had severely cut my hours at the video shop, I decided I wouldn’t outright quit it. But instead just work on Saturdays and Sundays, that’s when all the young beautiful women came in. Also I had talked to Earl and started working for him. Working for him seemed easy enough especially for the pay. He was paying me seventy thousand dollars a year for doing close to nothing. I only had to go in once a week and that’s for him to give me a check. He said “we are an on demand type of employment.” So I have yet to see what we actually do there. But before I go any further I should explain who I am, and what I do. My name is Gene Heart. I am what people call a body hopper. ‘what is a hopper?’ you might ask. Well let me give you the long and short of it. We take over people’s bodies and are able to experience everything about the body we inhabit. This includes everything, all the senses; even memories. We have no other choice though we have such an unnatural sex drive that we can not control ourselves, even if we wanted to. We generally prefer a woman’s body over men’s. We have limits though we can destroy ourselves from our gift, we can become what we control. Our time in a body needs to be limited otherwise we start taking on physical attributes, and beyond that we even start to take on mental traits. Then after we start to take on too much we lose ourselves and become our mount. Also our facial features remain when in a mount if another hopper sees us, or we are in a mirror, or if a photo is taken of us. Well that’s a quick overview of who I am, and who we are. Back to my target, her name is Grace. She is as I said before 18 and great looking. She is a lovely black woman. I saw her just the other day while working. (I work at a video store, I’ll get more into that later.) But after seeing her I knew she would be my next ‘mount’. She came in that night wearing a knee high jean skirt, and a light blue shirt. First thing I noticed about her was her lovely face, including her smile. Her eyes were piercing, her lips large and beautiful. Her build was more then average. She had nice large breasts(around c size) and a very toned body it would seem. But her loveliness didn’t stop there, she had the most divine voice I had ever heard. I made sure to be the one to check her movies out, to make sure I would get her address. After getting it I decided I would get her within the next couple weeks I would case her house and everyone who lived there. She lived in an apartment with a roommate. She had just started college and lived away from her parents, she would be an easy target to get. I watched for a couple days, it seemed she would get home around seven or eight p.m. each night. She worked part time after school each day. Her roommate got home around 12, right after she finished with her classes. I decided I would take the roommates body and then use that to get into the house without her knowing. Her roommate Vicky was going to be hard to get into. She was not an attractive woman to say the least. She was about one hundred and fifty pounds over weight and not a very pleasant person. I went home for the night, knowing the next morning I would be inside Grace’s body. I woke up early that morning so that I could catch Vicky right after she got home. I arrived there, about ten minutes after she had gotten home. I rang the door bell twice. Vicky answered the door, and asked me in a very rude manor “what do you want?” A smile formed across my face, and I rushed her with to her must have been supernatural speed, and strength. A side effect I have had since my first mount. I grabbed her hand, she started to cry out for help. But just as she opened her lips I had already begun my transformation, and started to enter her body. It was not a pleasant experience in the least, I could feel all the rolls of fat. Also I could feel the small unused hole of her vagina. 

I was finally done, I had taken over the most repulsive thing ever. This was not like my first mount, I did not feel the sexual excitement. I decided I would just watch a some movies and stuff before Grace came home. SLAM! I heard the door close as it startled me from a deep sleep. I must of fallen asleep while watching a movie. I began to yawn and noticed the fat underneath my arms, I had almost forgotten the body I was in. I ran to the door and greeted grace. She looked haggered after a long days work. She gave me a warm smile and asked me how my day was, I told her it pretty much normal. She then said she had to go to the bathroom. Now was my chance, right after she headed to the bathroom I dismounted Vicky. Now in my (naked) body, I quickly ran to the bathroom door where Grace had just gone in. I knocked on it a couple times, and Grace yelled out “What’s up?” I kept knocking until finally she said “I’m coming jeez.” She came out wearing her bra and panties. I quickly put my hand over her mouth and could feel the air and noise of her scream. My body quickly liquefied and started to go into her body. I could feel her amazing body as I covered it entirely. Soon after I felt her give up, and we fell to the floor. I opened her eyes for the first time, to a beautiful new world. I got up quickly with ease compared to my previous mount. Even with super strength I had a bit of trouble getting up in Vicky. After getting up I ran back into the bathroom. I started to look at my new mount. First I started with the head, the face was that of Gene Heart. But her hair was in a cute little bun still, I decided to let her hair fall to its full length it stopped right at my shoulders. Next I slowly felt her arms and legs, her skin was smooth. I had never taken over a black woman before, I marveled at how the bottom of my hands and top were different. I decided I should see her private areas. I removed my bra and panties. Her nipples were small and perky and slightly paler then the flesh around them. Her vagina was amazing. She kept it shaved and very smooth. I opened up the lips of her vagina and was taken back how much the red contrasted against her fleshes color. Quickly I jumped in the shower, cleaning and exploring my body all in the same stroke. I finished up showering after about 20 minutes. I hadn’t let my lust get the best of me, instead I would save that for later. I walked over to grab my towel from the bathroom counter. I dried myself off and looked up to the mirror in front of me. Trying to see myself in the mirror; I first had to remove the haze of the fog on the mirror, due to the heat of my shower. Taking the towel I removed much of the fog from the glass. I finally saw myself in the mirror but it was odd. I knew I was supposed to see my face in the mirror, just like I had seen with Earl and his mounts. But mostly the face still belonged to my mount. Something must be wrong with me I thought, I decided I would stay in this body tonight then leave in the morning and call Earl to see what was wrong with me. Until then though I would enjoy myself. I headed to the bedroom and opened up her closet to find something to wear. I scoured the closet, finding nothing that caught my fancy till I found a pair of very small very tight shorts. I then found a nice looking green shirt, I set these both on the bed. I then went over and found some underwear to put on. I got dressed with the clothing I had picked. I was incredibly hungry, my mount must of not eaten today. First and foremost I would get something to eat. I went into the kitchen to find that the oaf of a roommate she carried actually make herself useful. She had made up dinner for the two of them, it looked like it has just finished. She called me over to eat, and I complied. We talked to each other, about the standard days affair. For some reason her memories were easily accessible, quite faster then my previous mounts. We finished up diner and I did the dishes since that seemed to be their accord, she cooked I cleaned up the mess. My roommate was going to be gone for the night, going to visit her boyfriend. As much as I couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend, my newly found memories told me it to be true. Finally leaving me to myself I retired to my bedroom. It was time to have some fun, so I decided to remove my clothing. First went the top, taking it off and discarding it to the floor. Now I would remove the shorts and still revel at the feeling that any touch would give my new pussy. Now I stood in the middle of the bedroom only in my bra and panties. Feeling myself through the bra and panties, I progressively got more and more turned on. It was almost too much now, I had to feel pleasure. I quickly removed my undergarments and placed myself on the bed. First slowly massaging my clit back and forth, finding the right rhythm. My hips began to buck and juices shot from my lovely flesh folds. This girl’s pussy was the most sensitive I had yet experienced. I now stopped massaging my clit alone, I took my index and middle finger and plunged them into the deep crevasse that was my vagina. I angled my up toward to the top of my vagina as to find the sweet secret hidden in these fleshy walls. I found her g spot, the world seem to hit me all at once. I furiously and harshly rubbed, all the while using my thumb on my clit. The pleasure was too much for my mind to handle, I came another 5 time before ending it. I had my fill of carnal pleasure for the night, and I was tired. I went to bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning at around 5 A.M. She had an alarm clock set for this time every day, I’m guessing this is when she started her morning. It was time for me to leave, I dismounted her body. Grabbing my personal effects I left her house. I went home and waited a few hours before calling earl. After a few rings he finally answered. “Hey, how is it going buddy!” Earl exclaimed. Responding fondly, “Not too bad, but I have some questions. I think there might be something wrong with me” Earl sounding concerned, “Ok why don’t we meet up at the office and talk about it ok?” “Ok” I said hanging up the phone after saying my goodbyes. I drove over to the office me and Earl worked at. He was in his office I knocked and he called me in. Walking in and taking a chair, Earl got up and offered me something to eat, or drink. I declined both offers. He grabbed something to drink for himself, and resituated himself back in his seat. Looking me in the eye’s he asked “So what seems to be the problem Gene?” I obligated him and looked him back in the eye’s “Well there’s some strange thing’s that have been happening.” Seeming to get a greave look on his face he said “I know Gene there are something’s I need to tell you.” “First off you seem to be unlike any hopper I’ve ever run into, in fact I’ve talked about some of the elder hoppers. First off remember the first time we had relations, that should have been your hopper introduction” Interrupting him “But it was, it was only after then I could hop.” Nodding he responded, “Well I’m not sure about that, see when a hopper actually gets turned into a hopper they get extremely ill. They come close to death in fact, because of their body getting changed so badly. But that did not happen to you.” Earl paused. Something was strange in Earl’s voice, it was caring and polite; more so then ever. He took a drink and continued his story. “Gene you mounted recently and noticed something wrong didn’t you?” I lowered my head as if I had committed a wrong deed and spoke, “Well I mounted someone yesterday and when I looked in the mirror I could barley see my face at all. It was mostly the persons face I had mounted. Earl seemed intrigued, “You don’t say, that’s quite amazing. Only a few hoppers have ever had that ability, also they were extremely old ones.” I interrupted again “extremely old ones, what do you mean like 90? Cause that’d be kind of odd hopping with a artificial hip.” I laughed. Earl began laughing extremely had so hard tear came out of his eyes. Composing himself he began talking again, “I forgot to mention that, hoppers are lucky enough to be gifted with longevity. So much so that we could be viewed as immortals. As we get older the more power we accumulate, I myself am more then three hundred years old.” Shocked, I interjected “You mean we are immortals.” Nodding Earl started speaking again, “See and as we accumulate power over the years we gain new gifts. Like myself I am strong enough to pick up a car, no matter what body I inhabit. The elder I spoke to about you, he has such power that he can influence a persons mind into doing anything. Another aspect I haven’t told you Gene, we have certain mental abilities at our disposal. When you find a mount star into their eyes and concentrate, you will stun them and they will be unable to scream or do anything.” Damn this body hopper thing just kept on getting cooler and cooler. I thought about the things Earl was telling me and wondered what it would be like to be alive three hundred years from now. Earl cleared his throat in such a way that people use to get someone’s attention, “Sorry am I interrupting your day dream?” I shook my head and he continued, “But here is the reason why I haven’t told you a lot of these things, you are unnaturally strong for your age and experience. Your power rivals that of some of the weaker elders, which is a damn lot. I was ordered to not tell you of this, because if were a threat we would have had to put you down” I quickly interrupted, “A threat! Why would I be a threat, I would not just attack you people.” Earl gave me a sincere look, “Yes I know, but we had to be sure we’ve had a couple others like you before. People with such unnatural talent and power, they have been great people or ruthless scourges. So we have taken a policy to not give any information on their powers, so that we can take them down quickly.” I grew concerned, “But what if I turn out like one of them! What if I end up hurting you?” Earl cut in before I could say any more, “You would of done it already, that’s why I had you do your first mount alone. Four of our most powerful elders were watching you. After your first mount you can tell if you are a scourge or not, your original form would have been twist and contorted. But you came back normal, at least on the outside. You gained a lot of power after your first mount in fact, you probably felt very different. But those poor souls that aren’t lucky like you, its something about the first mount that does it to them, destroys their humanity. You thankfully came out good.” Earl smiled warmly at me. I smiled back knowing what he was saying, after my first mount I felt fantastic. Almost as if I could do anything. Earl stood up and shouted, “come out now.” No sooner had Earl shouted that had a man appeared behind him, almost too quick for me to see but as I saw him moving everything around me slowed down and he came into focus before finally stopping behind earl. Earl shook the mans hand and introduced him to me. It turns out this man was one of the elders Earl had talked of. He was over seven hundred years old, and looked younger then Earl. The man’s name was Cedric, and just as soon as he arrived he disappeared on some pressing matters or something. Before leaving though Cedric gave me a card and told me it was ‘our’ main office, and that I have to go there next Tuesday. I had no idea what was going on but I knew I was going into some thing very complicated.

Fast Learner - Chapter 2 Making it home from Lacey’s house Sam entered his house haggard and frazzled. The entire experience seemed a dream. He walked to the back room where his bed room was located. Jumping into the bed he passed out nearly instantly. Sam awoke to the sound of loud banging noises outside. Getting up he noticed that he hadn’t changed from the night before. He wondered if the entirety of last night was real or not. He shook his head and decided it was real, the memories were too solidly emplaced in his head that it could not be. Bang, the sound came again. He made his way to the window and saw there were some kids outside on skateboards jumping up and down the stairs. There were quite a few kids there, so it may be the right choice to confront them. Going into the bathroom he decided to take a shower, and change his clothing. As he cleaned his body off he wondered what it would be like to take a shower in a woman’s body. The entire experience hadn’t been much under his control since it was dropped in his lap. Today was his day off from work and he decided it was time to test out his new power. Whose body would he take though? Thinking of the possibilities made his head swim. Closing and locking the door behind him he made his way to the car. He walked past the group of teenagers making all the noise. They were the same group that was loitering there two days ago. Three guys and, two girls. The girls were pretty, but wore too much makeup, and were part of the emo craze that was going on. He made it to his car and looked at the clock inside. It was about 6PM. He needed to decide where he was going to go get a new body. Maybe he would just wing it and run some errands and see what he found. His first stop would be the grocery store. It was nearby and quite a few people shopped there. He might be lucky and find an attractive body there that would be easy to capture. There were a quite a few parking spaces occupied right now, indicating that it was busy right now. He parked out towards the center of the large lot. Getting out of his car, he made his way to the store. Starting to make his way through the store he noticed there weren’t many women in the store right now. He walked past each aisle without seeing a woman that was either on her own or without a man. He selected a few things that could be kept in the car for an extended amount of time and placed them in the basket. He was about to give up but then he saw something that made stop. He saw an employee stocking shelves in one of the aisles. From the looks of her she was about 20 years old and good looking. Currently she was crouched putting stock on the shelves. He khaki pants hugged and looked stressed holding her round form. The shirt she was wearing showed her breasts off a bit, showing that they were about a c cup. Sam loved her hair it was up and had a curly flare to it, and it was a fiery red color. Sam decided he would make her his next mount. He made his way down the aisle and formulated a plan in his head. At this point a more experience hopper would worry about distracting her and getting her away from prying eyes, but Sam hadn’t even thought about that. Abandoning his cart he made his way to the woman in due haste. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her but from the profile he was seeing she had sharp features. He crept behind her, and slowly walked up to get right on top of her As quickly as he could, he crouched behind her and put his hand around her mouth. She let out a surprised grunt. Slowly Sam’s body began liquefying, and seeping into her body. She fell to all four due to the weight of Sam and the feelings she was having. He began to feel the outside of her entire body. There was nothing left solid of Sam, his entire being was liquid and covering the girl’s body. Sam felt the last of him enter her body and everything was dark. Awakening he was able to feel the new attributes of his entire body. His breasts constricted underneath the bra that was on them. His legs felt long in his new pants, and were able to move freely. His ass felt very tight in the pants. The pants he was wearing also reminded him of his missing member. Using her mind he found that his bodies name was Summer. She still had a couple more hours on her shift. She still lived with her parents, and was going to college. He wasn’t going to finish her job for her. He picked up his clothes and put them in the cart he had been carrying items in. He left the cart there so he could come back to it in a few minutes. Walking in her body made him notice the exaggerated movement this body made compared to his mail one. His hips moved unwilling from side to side, also his breasts still had a slight bounce to them even in the bra. Sam decided he would be nice and actually give his boss a reason he was leaving. Although he had no intention of working he didn’t want to get this girl fired. Approaching a checkout lane Sam knew that the woman clerking was his manager. He approached her and said “Lisa I feel terrible I can barely see straight. Can I go home please?” He added additional sugar to the please, to make it sound more feminine. Lisa looked at Sam and rolled her eyes and nodded, “Yes you can go home, but be sure you’re here tomorrow.” Same made his way into the employee’s area and grabbed Summer’s purse. Sam then went back to the cart he was using earlier and grabbed his clothing. The clothing fit in his purse with no issues. After leaving the store Sam knew that he would have to drive his car home. Summer usually took the bus back and forth to work. There were no reasons for Sam to go back to Summer’s house since her parents would be there, and he didn’t feel like acting. He removed the keys from his old pants pockets and opened his car door, sat down, and started the car. His car was a manual, and Sam was having issue with the difference in length of his new legs compared to his old legs. Accessing Summer’s memories he remembered that she was just over five foot eight inches. There was one stop he had to make before going back to his apartment. It was only a small de-tour but, it would be well worth it. He wanted some aids to enjoy his borrowed body. The porn shop was nearly empty it seemed. There were only two cars in front of it, most likely just employees. He parked his car at the front of the store and exited the car. Looking down he noticed a shiny object attached to his left breast. It was a name tag, which he promptly removed. It was strange having his view blocked by his breasts. Upon entering the shop a chime sounded to alert the employees there was a customer in the store. There were two employees one man and one woman. They were talking to each other and glanced at Sam to acknowledge he was there. After looking his way they continued their conversation. Sam made his way to the feminine toy area first. He selected a blue dildo that had a small butterfly at the end of it. It was made for clit stimulation, and the last time he was in a woman that was one of the parts he loved to stimulate the most. This store had a good selection of outfits; Sam figured he would see if there was anything he would like to try. He made his way past several rows of pornographic films, and made a realization. If he were to ever have sex while mounted his body’s natural option would be a man. The thought disturbed him a little bit, but it may be fun to experience things from a female’s perspective. He found rows and rows of clothing. Most of it was gimmick role playing stuff, nurses, nuns, etc. There was one outfit that was for role playing that he wanted though, a school girl’s outfit. It came with a white top with a short pleated plead skirt. After grabbing the outfit he needed some underwear. He found some sexy underwear, mostly transparent and white. The price of the items he had was substantial so he decided he had shopped enough. With his hands filled he made his way to the register and proceeded to check out. The cashier rang everything up and had an upbeat attitude about her. She gave Sam the total price for everything together. Sam went into the purse and took the wallet out of his pants and gave her the cash. Over two hundred dollars for what he bought seemed ludicrous, but well worth it at the same time. Leaving the store he heard the chime going off again. He couldn’t wait to get out of her clothes. He could feel her great body underneath her work clothes. He ached to get out of these plain pants and shirt. Sam arrived home with little issue. He checked the clock before leaving the car and saw that it was about 11PM. He grabbed his purse and the bag from the porn store. He made his way up his stairs and noticed that the kids weren’t there, probably went home for the night. As he entered his apartment Sam couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. First went the top, and as he reached down to his pants he saw the Summers breasts inside her bra. It felt reach his pants and unbuttoning them. Women’s pants were made to have larger hips and be more form fitting was unusual to him. After he had stripped his clothes off, he went to the bathroom. There was a large mirror inside the bathroom where he could get a better look at his body. He stepped in front of the mirror, and brought a hand up to his chest. His breasts were firm and rather large. Looking up he noticed that his face replaced the previous occupants. He put a hand up to his face and couldn’t feel any of the roughness of his face, only her face. Keeping his hand on his breast, he used his other hand and gingerly touched his new crotch. The first thing he noticed is the panties he’s wearing were fully encasing his pelvic region. He could feel the flatness of his crotch through the panties, where his penis would normally be was empty and vacant. Moving his hand down further he was able to trace the outline of his new slit. In the center there was the slit and to each side a lip. He began very excited. His entire body felt energized. He decided it was time to change and try out his new clothes. With a little bit of struggling he removed his bra, and then pulled down the panties around his ankles and kicked them off. He noticed after removing the panties that Summer left her pussy pretty well trimmed. In the living room he grabbed the bag and grabbed the school girl outfit and the white translucent panties, and bra. Stepping in the panties he pulled them up to snuggled form against his crotch. The bra took some negotiating, but eventually he got it secured over his breasts. His nipples were visible from inside the bra, and the patch of hair on his pussy was viewable also. Taking the school girl outfit he brought the skirt over his head and zipped it up on the side. The skirt hung about mid thigh high on him. It showed off his lovely smooth legs. Putting the shirt on was easy it just buttoned up in the front. Sam nearly had to do a double take when he looked in the mirror. The girl standing there couldn’t possibly be him. He then began to pose in the mirror; doing all the feminine poses he had seen women in the past do. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was watching his body in the mirror. His body felt warm, and his crotch began to feel wet. Turning in such a way that his back was facing the mirror he spread his legs out and bent over so that he could see his pussy in the mirror. Reaching a hand around him teased his pussy. As he felt his pussy from behind he reached a hand up his shirt and began lightly tweaking his sensitive nipples. He plunged his hand down the front of his panties to get at his pussy. Slowly moving a finger up and down the slit he went back and forth a few times to excite himself. The inside of his vagina’s lips were wet with his excitement. Taking his index and middle finger and inserted them all the way up to his knuckle. Leaving the fingers in there in curled both fingers, and began stimulating his g-spot. Removing his hand from his breast he focused his attention on his pussy. With one hand inside the vagina already he had his other hand rubbing his clit. Tears built up in his eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling. Letting out a loud moan he felt pressure building up in his pussy. Keeping with the rubbing and penetration he continued. The ecstasy continued to build, until finally he felt release. His entire lithe body shook, and his pussy shot out clear liquid that went all over the sink. He turned to face his new body in the mirror his cheeks were red due to the activity. He brought his hands up to his face, smelling his new feminine discharge. Taking the fingers from his nosed he licked them clean. Looking at his body he couldn’t believe how attractive this body was. It was about average height for a woman. Also she was fit not too much mussel, but had a thin form. After that little session he found that his body was hunger. In the kitchen he prepared a TV dinner and a glass of wine. His mouth was so much different than it was before. In his previous body the teeth were misaligned and crooked in some areas. In Summers body they were straight from the braces she had when she was younger. Finishing up his meal he made his way to the bed room with the vibrator he bought.

I woke late up the next morning. It was about 10am, the sun was shining brightly, and I could faintly hear the sounds of somebody fiddling around in another room, probably my brother. I felt fresh and well rested, which was a welcome change after yesterday’s adventures. After Sarah had left, I’d forced my aching body through the motions of getting dressed and cleaning up. I had tried to remove the small receiver from the back of my neck, but I couldn’t figure out how to get it off – it seemed to be stuck pretty tight. I’d planned on asking Sarah how to remove it, but had fallen asleep exhausted before I got around to it. At least there was no hurry, I’d heard of people using the old-style receivers for weeks at a time with no problems, it was really more just a piece of mind kind of thing. I yawned and stretched, shaking the sleep out of my limbs. Looking around the room for something to wear, I noticed something odd – my door was open. I never slept with the door open. As I stood up, I felt something kind of strange. That same tingling in my hands and feet that I’d felt yesterday, when Sarah used the helmet on me. That was weird, was there something wrong with the receiver? I reached behind my neck to fiddle with it again… …And then I was across the room, staring myself in the mirror. What the hell? I looked around – nothing else had changed. I’d apparently just teleported. Had I zoned out for a second? I felt a chill down my spine. The Body Rentals unit – it was possible to make the mount black-out when using it. I spun, searching for the helmet. I hadn’t moved it since Sarah had left yesterday, and she’d just left it out on my desk near the door… It wasn’t there. I felt my stomach drop. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”, I told myself. “Sarah’s the only one that knows how to use it. If that was a blackout just now, then it was her.” And if it wasn’t her? I reached up again and tried to peel off the reciever. It wouldn’t budge, it felt like I was going to pull my skin off before moving that thing. What did they stick it on with, bloody stitches?! Trying to keep myself calm, I pulled out my phone. I was in the middle of pulling up Sarah’s contact when I felt the tingling again. Oh noooo… …And then I was back in front of the mirror. It was freakily instant - like no time had passed at all. One moment I was about to call Sarah, and then I was staring at myself in the mirror and feeling… aroused. I was definitely wet. I could feel the dampness of my panties touching my skin, and feel the radiating warmth of arousal – quickly fading as my definitely not horny mind reasserted itself. “Jesus Christ” I felt a deep pange of anxiety as I realised my situation. Somebody – probably Sarah – had taken the helmet to god knows where, and was now switching off my brain at her pleasure, to do god knows what with my body. I looked down. You have no idea what these hands were doing 2 minutes ago. I’d probably been fondled, unconscious, by my own hands. My body didn’t feel too different, except for the wetness. My boobs didn’t feel sore or anything, and I didn’t feel tired. “Maybe Sarah was just testing the black-out feature?” I really hoped that was the case. Then I felt the tingling again. “No!” I shouted. I squeezed my hands and tensed my body, I could fight it! I shut my eyes, concentrating. The feeling disappeared. “Yes!” I thought. “No stupid brain chip is gonna control this girl!”. I smiled and opened my eyes. And screamed. About an inch in front of me was a face. Okay, so it was my face, but c’mon, you don’t expect to blink and suddenly be staring at yourself, do you? I was back in front of the mirror, and feeling a little chilly. Just how long had I blacked out for? This was getting freakier by the second. I went to adjust my top and found it was gone, my cold hand brushed skin. I looked down and yelped – I was completely naked, the cool breeze from the open window wafting over my nude form. Oh crap! I ran over and pulled the curtains. Had anybody seen me? What had happened? Maybe I couldn’t fight this thing after all. This time my body did feel a bit weird. I raised a hand to hand to my nipple, and found it puffy and sore. There were red marks on my breasts, where somebody had pawed at them. I wiggled my fingers. Somebody had pawed at them with my own hand. My vagina felt very strange, and a little sore, like I’d masturbated, but in a weird way. My clitoris was aching, but the actual opening was completely fine – just wet. I shivered. This was too weird. I think if I hadn’t been feeling the residual horniest, left over from whoever was controlling my body, I would have been freaking out a lot more. My phone alarm went off, and I jumped. I hadn’t set an alarm? I walked over to where it was sitting on the floor amongst my clothes – clearly thrown with very little care by “me”. I gulped as I saw the time, a whole hour had passed. An hour where my body had been moving around, outside my control, without my awareness, doing god knows what. What if I’d left the house? Insulted people? Oh god, what if I’d had sex with someone? “No”, I thought, “I would be able to feel that. Somebody has just been rubbing my vagina.” I smelt my finger. “And doing it with this hand.” I unlocked my phone and it opened straight into the video app, where a video recorded 20 minutes ago waited for me. “Jesus Christ”, they must have used my fingerprint to open my phone. Goddamn it! I clicked play, and my own face popped up, grinning. “Hiiii” the video me said in a tone that made me want to punch myself. “Want to see what I’ve been up to?” My mouth dropped open as I stared at the copy of me, waving out from the video. It wasn’t a copy of me at all, it was what my body had been doing less than an hour ago. Such a weird disconnect – that was me. That’s my face. This voice said those things. And I didn’t know what was coming next. “I” smiled slyly at the camera, fingering my shirt. I glanced over to where it was now lying on the floor, knowing what was coming. The video me spoke. “I’ve been having sooooo much fun as you.” she winked. “But I thought I’d make this video so you get to enjoy some of it too! Isn’t that soooo nice of me?” I watched as my own face smirked at me. “I love this girly body of yours, Elle. It’s amazing what you can get away with when you have a face like this.” What have you been doing?! The video me looked down, then yanked off my shirt, ripping it slightly. I watched my own hands squeeze and poke my boobs, as if I’d never touched them before – actually, as if I’d never touched boobs before at all. The video me was being rough, but not in a sexy controlled way, just in a “I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing” kind of way. A sinking feeling washed over me – I don’t think this was Sarah in my body. Be gentle you bastard! Who are you? The video me struggled to take off my bra, trying to pull it straight up without undoing the strap. It looked painful to watch, and I felt my sore nipple as I watched – that clearly wasn’t the end of the abuse my body had been forced to do to itself. “OOooowooowwweee” came an off-putting moan as the video me finally removed my bra, and I cringed with embarrassment. Then she reached a hand in my pants, wiggled it for the camera, and stuck it right into my mouth. Fucking gross! I wanted to vomit. I looked down at my hands, and they were not at all clean. Fuck you, whoever did this to me. Fuck you Body Rentals Inc. Fuck you Sarah! Then the video me took my finger and stuck it in my ear, giving herself a wet willy. Next she stuck it in her nose, digging for gold. She gave the camera an evil look, and I gasped as I watched myself pull out a big hunk of snot… and eat it. I think I’m going to be sick. The video me didn’t stop there though, she pulled down my pants, ripped off my underwear, and waved them in front of the camera. “Lookie here! I’ve got your panties, Elle! Or are they myyyyy panties?” They’re still mine! You’re just wearing them! I’m wearing them! I mean, no! ARGH!! I watched in horror as “I” raised the underwear to my face and took a huge wiff. “Mmmmmmm” the video me said, closing my eyes in apparent ecstasy. “Feels even better in your body.” What? You’ve smelt my underwear before? Who- The girl in the video stared straight at the screen, and raised one eyebrow. “Now that’s not fair!” I hissed. “I can’t even do that!”. Still staring at the camera, right at me it seemed, she put my underwear on her head like a hat. The video me started cracking up, like it was the funniest thing in the world. “This is soooo great.” she laughed. “I can make you do anything! I wish I could see your face when you watch this. I bet it would look something liiiike…” She started making faces, moving my face muscles in ways that I couldn’t copy if I tried. She pouted, she opened my mouth wide and flipped my tounge around. She crossed my eyes, and even reached up and peeled my eyelids back so you could only see the whites of my eye. Goddamn it, I wanted to hit her. No. Focus. Who could be controlling my body like that? Sarah wouldn’t do that. In fact, no girl I knew would act like that – not the awkward fondling, at least – I must have been controlled by a guy. A teenage boy, just judging by the immaturity he was forcing my body through. The video me stood up, and for the first time in my life I got a close up view of my vagina from an outside angle. I’d never taken a video like this before, or any kind of nude photo. I was really kind of a prude – though now apparently my body had done things that I never had. “Hmmm, what to do, what to do?” my voice said, knowing exactly what it was planning on doing. “I kind of feel like going for a walk. I better exercise your body while I’m borrowing it, right? Wouldn’t want you getting fat!” I watched the video, petrified, as my body picked up the phone and pointed the camera out of my window. She made no move to put my clothes back on, or take the blue panties off my head. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no! Nothing happened for a moment, and then I saw my own pert buttocks appear in the video, skipping naked through the front lawn. Jesus Christ. My body began doing a strange and awkward assortment of exercises. I watched myself hop on one leg across the lawn, my boobs bouncing every which way. Then I attempted a roll, and landed flat on my face. Ouch. Maybe some of this redness wasn’t just from masturbating… I didn’t know if that was better or worse, now that I thought about it. The teenage boy controlling my body lay me down on the ground, and tried to do a push up. “YOU’RE SO WEAK!” she - he - shouted up at the phone in the window, failing to do even a single one. “I KNEW GIRLS WERE WEAK, BUT WOW!”. Fuck you! You just have bad form!! I couldn’t tell from the camera view if any neighbours had been watching my body’s naked display, but I did see a van drive passed, slowing down as it caught sight of “me”. My body was apparently now attempting various revealing yoga poses in the front yard, showing off my nude glory to the world in a range of different positions, each one more revealing than the last. Eventually the torture ended, and I saw my body come back inside the house. But it was several minutes until “I” showed up on the video again, and I had no idea what I had done in that time. The camera shook as my own hand clumsily grabbed the phone. The video turned around and I saw my cute sweaty face grinning at me. “Well that was a fun workout!” my voice declared. “So fun I feel like I actually earnt all that ice cream afterwards. Hope it doesn’t make you feel sick!” he laughed in my high pitched tones, rubbing my belly. He tilted the phone down to show off my sweaty, grass covered body. I yelped when my crotch came into view - there was an ice cream cone stuck to my vagina. “Thought I’d have some fun with it too.” my face winked, then raised that single eyebrow again, as if just to annoy me. “There’s a lot about your body I think you don’t know, because you never had the balls to try.” I saw my own hand flick my nipple again. “But I’m going to have some more fun without you now. Be good, and maybe I won’t make you do anything tooooo bad. Hehe!” Worse than exercising naked outside!? The video cut off, leaving me staring, feeling overwhelmed. I felt my vagina. It was sticky – and maybe not just from my own fluids, I thought. I felt a chill go down my spine. And then my hand lingered, touching my slit… I tried to pull it away, but my finger curled and rubbed suggestively. My mouth opened, and I found myself talking. “Oh, you thought that was it? No… you’re mine until dinner.” I blacked out. __ I woke up with the taste of chicken in my mouth, and my hand squishing something soft. “What the hell are you doing, Elle?” came my mother’s voice. She was staring at me, more shocked than angry. I looked around - I was sitting at the dinner table, and my hand was shoved all the way into the shared bowl of mashed potato. “Eww, do we still have to eat that?” asked my older sister Stacy, a disgusted look on her face. “You think I’m going to let a whole bowl of mash go to waste?!” Mum replied, rapping my hand with the serving spoon. I flinched and quickly withdrew it from the mash. What the hell had happened? “Go wash your hands, Elle. I don’t know that’s gotten into you – first you go telling inappropriate jokes, then you try to wrestle Stacy --” “And fondle me while doing it!” “–and now you go and shove your hand in our food! If the police ever locate your father he’ll punish you good!” Mum scooped out a big spoon of the potato and dumped it on my sister plate, much to her chagrin. “And go tell your brother dinner’s ready, I haven’t seen him all afternoon!”. I ran out of the dining room as fast as I could, my face turning a deep red. What the hell had happened? Last thing I remember was being controlled by somebody – and that was this morning. This entire day had gone by in only a few short minutes! As I climbed the stairs up to my brothers room, I noticed my clothes. I was wearing high heels – high heels I’d never seen before in my life. My toenails were visible, and they were painted a shiny black colour. That was new. I didn’t usually paint my nails, and they had just been plain this morning. What the fuck? I looked further up. My legs had been shaved, and I was wearing a short denim skirt and tiny tank top that showed off my flat belly. I didn’t own any of these clothes, where had they come from? I could feel I had a wedgie, and I reached down to fix it, then turned a deep shade of red as I realised I was wearing a thong. Whoever had controlled me had taken me out shopping, it seemed, and they had probably spent my money doing it. That fucking bastard, who was it? I noticed something else odd as I tried to adjust the uncomfortable underwear – I didn’t feel any pubic hair. I never bothered shaving down there, but now I was apparently as smooth as a pornstar. Somebody had gone and shaved my vagina, while I was unconscious, and used my own hands to do it. I shivered – my body was feeling less and less like my own, and more like a communal tool that everybody was having a turn in. I burst into my brothers room, and he jumped, hurriedly scrambling away from whatever he’d been doing in his cupboard. Hiding something in there, it looked like. “What are you doing in here?” he asked, somewhat nervously. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering up the revealing outfit I’d been forced to wear. “Mum sent me up to get you for dinner. What were you doing in there?” I pointed to his cupboard. “None of your business.” he snapped. “Tell her I’ll be right down.” I had a sudden, horrifying thought. Could it be…? “Show me what’s in the cupboard!” I ordered, with as much determination as I could put into my voice, stepping forward to push him out of the way. “No way.” he said, stepping forward as well, seeming almost as horrified and panicked as I was. I pushed him as hard as I could, but my arms seemed tired and weaker than usual – what had they been used for today? My brother stumbled back a little bit, and I continued charging past, ripping open the door to the cupboard. My heart sank. There, half covered with clothes, was the Body Rentals helmet. The device that connected to the receiver stuck to the back of my neck to control me. A deep anger rose within me – my brother had seen me get controlled by Sarah yesterday, and he’d snuck into my room during the night to steal the helmet. He’d taken control of my body all day, ran me around naked outside, masturbated, spent my money! I was going to kill that little shit! “You fucking bastard!” I reeled toward him and shouted, so angry I could hardly breathe. “How could you do that to me?!” He seemed a little sheepish. Only a little fucking sheepish, being confronted with what he’d done! “Oh, errr, well… you know Elle, it was a lot of fun.” he smirked a little bit. “You do have a pretty rockin’ body.” I charged towards him, my hand outstretched to slap him on the face, but I stumbled in the heels he’d put me in, and he managed to dodge out of the way. “Hey, hey, take it easy, Elle! Don’t chip a nail - I spent a lot of time getting those right today!” I growled and dived at him again, this time managing to tackle him to the floor, where I landed on top of him with a grunt. I punched him, but it didn’t seem to have much of an effect – I wasn’t feeling very strong right now, and he almost seemed to be enjoying the fight, as my boobs wobbled in front of his face as I swung. He reached up, and I ducked my head, preparing for him to try and push me off, but nothing came. A moment later I looked up again, to see what he was doing, and he grinned as he pulled out the helmet from the cupboard next to where we’d landed on the ground. Noooo! I grabbed him around the neck and squeezed as hard as I could. He slammed the helmet down on his head, and his body went limp. Then I felt a shiver go through me, and my hands loosened by themselves. Fuck you! You can’t control me! I tried as hard as I could to squeeze, just to move my hands to hit him. But nothing came. My hands let go of his neck, and wiggled themselves in front of my face. “Oh, you’re going to regret that!” my voice said, as I felt my rage turn to fear. My hands reached up, brushing my boobs on the way, and wrapped themselves around my neck. “I have complete control of you.” My hands squeezed for a second, then relaxed. “I don’t think you get it, Elle. I can make you do absolutely anything – say absolutely anything.” I found myself chucking, then my mouth opened by itself and said, loudly. “I’m a stupid girl, and I’m really ugly and I pick my nose and eat it.” Ugh, getting controlled by your little brother is exactly as bad as it sounds. My newly manicured finger reached up and poked me right in the eye, which stayed open, not even flinching as it was poked. Fucking hell, I couldn’t even make myself blink. “And I can’t feel pain while I’m in here, so you should be careful!” He could make me do anything. I felt my wedgie got a lot tighter, and found my hand had reached down and pulled the thong further up my bottom, my vagina responding as my brother clenched it in pleasure. “And now, I’m going to go have dinner. See you in a minute!” And suddenly I was sitting at the dinner table. Like no time had passed, I was once again downstairs, and my body was feeling turned on – my arousal having just been determined by my brother in the body of a 19 year old girl. My mother and sister were looking at me awkwardly, and I glanced down as well. I was naked. I yelped and covered myself up, feeling myself blush from head to toe. My body was aroused, again, and I was feeling cold in the evening air. Goosebumps popped up all over me – I guess that didn’t happen automatically when I was being controlled? I was rocked with feelings from my body coming in all at once. My abs were kinda sore, as if I’d been doing sit ups. My vagina was literally dripping, though the horniness was rapidly fading as my own consciousness reasserted control. I looked down at my hands, which were feeling kind of cramped and tired. There was a bruise on my wrist, which I rubbed, annoyed. I inspected my fingers closely, trying to figure out what they had been doing without me. Normally I kept my hands clean and plain, but now they were sticky and dirty, and the nail polish Ben had painted them with earlier was already chipped. I groaned as I noticed somebody had bitten my finger nails. A gross habit of my brother, apparently retained even as he controlled my body. My mouth had been forced to bite those nails – oh god, that’s probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had happen to me. I had a thing about nails. Stacy was staring at me, and she seemed utterly confused. “What the hell are you doing, Elle?”. Oh shit. I was sitting at the kitchen table, in front of my mother and sister, completely nude. I looked around desperately for my clothes, and saw them strewn around the dining room as if thrown off without a care in the world. My bra on the counter, my socks over by the stairs… my panties, sitting in the mashed potato bowl in the middle of the table. “You aren’t going to make us eat out of that again, are you Mum?” asked Stacy, only half joking. My Mum shook her head numbly. “Did something happen to you, Elle?” Of course! I could just tell them about the receiver! It was new to have one this small, but the old kind of fixed Body Rentals units had been around for a few years now, and Stacy definitely knew about those. I wonder if she suspected anything? She and Ben got along pretty well, much better than I did with either of them. If she realised I was being controlled, I’d think she’d be able to work out who it was pretty quickly. I just needed to get her to realise. I kicked myself for not asking for help sooner. Sure, I’d only been conscious for a few minutes in the entire day, so I hadn’t had much of a chance to think about it, but you know, it should have been the first thing on my mind. I opened my mouth to tell them, and then found it was still closed. Huh? Damn, these blackouts really are instant! Sensations hit me all at once. I was standing on something squishy, feeling strange. I wiggled my toes and felt myself get poked by something hard, jutting out from the squish lumps, it felt very strange. I also seemed to be much higher up than normal… The table. I was standing on the table! Standing in… I looked down at my bare foot, squashed into the communal plate of chicken. Oh my god. One of my hands was resting on my vagina - I quickly pulled it away - but the other was near my face. I could taste something funny in my mouth, but couldn’t tell what. What had my body done? How long had passed? My family were gaping up at me, apparently Ben had climbed my body onto the dinner table and posed it in front of them. “I’m being cont-” Mmmmph! Something was suddenly pressed against my mouth, something warm and wet. I opened my eyes – which had been shut, apparently – and saw Stacy’s face. We were kissing. Ewww! I scrambled back, horrified, as Stacy fidgeted slightly, looking embarrassed. My mother was nowhere to be seen. It was darker outside, as if a bigger chunk of time had passed. I found I was wearing my skirt again, but no underwear, and no top. “I’m being controlled by Ben!”, I shouted as quickly as I could, before he could stop me. “I know.”, Stacy replied softly. What? And then I was lying on my back, my hands on my breasts. Another time jump! I gasped. There was something running down my chest, between my legs, in my hair. I raised a hand - gravy. I was covered in gravy. Huh. Everything changed, and there was a nipple in my mouth. What the hell? I barely had a chance to take it in, when suddenly I was outside. My body wobbled, and I felt an incredible pleasure washing over me. It felt like I was a second away from orgasming, but the feeling wasn’t building, it was receding. Was that because my mind was taking over again? Had I gone through another blackout? I was standing, weakly, feeling soooo turned on… and cold. It was very cold. My nipples were like knives. Where was I? I opened my eyes. In front of me I could see the top of the little pine tree that sat in front of our house. Wha- I was on the roof! I let out a little whimper, and dropped down to my hands and knees quickly, feeling for something to hang on to. I hated heights. How the hell had I gotten up here? Forcing myself to look up, I tried to spot a ladder, but it was dark, and there was nothing within eyesight. I ducked my head and gripped the tiles beneath me as best I could, my knuckles turning white as I shivered with fear and cold. Ben knew I was scared of heights, that little shit! I could hear him laughing from somewhere down below. “I told you I could climb it!” he said to somebody. Stacy’s voice replied. “You shouldn’t have, you almost slipped off going around that corner.” Jesus Christ, the thought of my body climbing up to the roof was terrifying. “Go get the ladder!” I called, shaking. “Get me down!” “Okay”, said Ben. Then my body stood itself up, without my command, and my stomach dropped. Not like that! “You probably won’t want to watch this.”, my voice said, as I desperately tried to stop my body from skipping over towards the edge. I blinked, and when I next opened my eyes, it was day-time. “That was really hot.”, my friend Jess winked at me. “I’m so glad I’m not the only lesbian at this school.” Ben, what have you done?

Christmas At St Clare’s Magical School For Girls - Part 2 Author - VexenFox Ava, still possessing Charlotte, led the way out of the dining hall and up the winding staircase to the second floor where her own body was awkwardly slumped against a wall. We trotted up to it. “It’s lucky nobody found you here, they’d probably think you’d died or something” I said, nudging Ava’s unconscious body with my foot. Ava laughed. “Or imagine if we came back and it wasn’t here anymore!” She pulled the flute out of Charlotte’s robes and blew herself back into her own body. Charlotte’s body wobbled slightly and looked confused, and then frowned. “Dammit Ava!” said Charlotte as she regained control. She tugged at her skirt. “Well I had to get us back here somehow, now didn’t I?” grunted Ava from the ground. She rubbed her back tenderly as she climbed to her feet. “Remind me not to to leave my body on the ground like that again though, gees” We began walking off to evocation class. “It’s not fair we still need to go to class when everybody else is off on holidays” I grumbled “Remedial my arse.” “I’m sooooo tired,” complained Charlotte, ignoring me. “What the hell did you and Liv get up to last night?” Ava smirked. “Can’t speak much for Olivia, actually. She was in and out most of the night.” “She left the common room in MY body!?” “Oh yes”, Ava’s smirk grew wider, “She was having a real swell time.” “But why do I feel so sore?” “Who knows? She could have been doing anything out there.” Ava said mischievously, tapping a finger to her lips. “Although, she did put that body through its paces when the wrestling began…” “Wrestling!” Ava just winked, and I couldn’t tell how much she was just trolling us. I rubbed my own sore muscles. Whatever my body had gotten up to last night, I was sure paying for it today. Ava pushed open the door to class and found a seat in the back corner while Charlotte huffed a little and went to sit with her other friends. Olivia was sitting in her usual spot, but she blushed and avoided my gaze when we walked in. I hoped she wasn’t too upset by Ava’s antics this morning. Meanwhile, Evelyn was just looking out the window dreamily. As soon as I found a seat near Ava and pulled out my books, Professor Recktem began distributing stacks of parchments around the room. Exams. I sighed. I accepted the papers and began to skim over the questions. Half of them were on topics I could barely keep my eyes open for, thanks to Ava and her mischief last night. Ava herself looked unconcerned, leaning back and stretching her legs. I shot her an annoyed look, but she only grinned back at me. “What are you looking so smug about?” I hissed at her. Ava wiggled the flute at me and smirked. “You wouldn’t–”, I started to say, then I glanced back at the exam sitting on my desk. “Give me a turn.” “After, after” “Who appointed you goddess of the flute?” I grumbled, but before Ava could respond, Professor Recktem stamped her staff on the ground. “You have 45 minutes. Answer every question. The worst performing student has the honour of spending a week as a newt. Begin!” She didn’t have to tell us twice, everybody dipped their quills into ink and began scribbling. Everybody except Ava, who just turned over the pages lazily. Professor Recktem just sat back down and began doing her own work, pretty much ignoring us. She always assigned exams when she couldn’t be bothered teaching – the only reason anybody took them seriously was because of the punishments, which believe me, were 100% real. I leaned over my own exam and started scratching at the page. “The third motion of the fourth standard lightning evocation is known as: “. Jesus, I was so screwed. At this rate, I would never graduate! I glanced back at Ava, she was adjusting herself in her seat, laying her head down, and surreptitiously aiming the flute at Olivia, who had diligently gotten to work as soon as the exams were passed out. Ava winked at me and blew herself across the room into Olivia. I watched as her face went slack, her hand slumped… and Olivia stopped her frantic writing. Olivia’s round face turned toward me and winked, Ava’s signature smirk plastered over those usually pious features. Then Ava turned her back around and examined the page in front of her. Her lips moving silently as Ava tried to memorise an answer or two. Then she sat upright, turned back around, began lifting a hand to her mouth… and then frowned at her sweaty, empty hands. Oh Ava you idiot. She looked at me, eyes wide, and the back at her own body, still loosely holding the flute, slumped over her desk. Then she shrugged, stood up, and- “Sit your butt back down, young lady!” Professor Recktem swept over, her tall menacing figure bearing down on Ava in poor Olivia’s form. “But miss…” “Don’t miss me! 10% penalty on your paper! You’ll be lucky not to be a newt tomorrow morning.” Ava quickly sat back down, glancing desperately between me and the flute. I tried to hide my laughter. Oh man, Ava deserved this. And Olivia did too, for that matter. As the minutes ticked by, Ava, still trapped in Olivia’s body, could do nothing but squirm, her helplessness palpable. I slowly filled in the bits of the exam that I knew. Soon enough, Professor Recktem shouted, “Time’s up!”, her voice echoing through the silence. A din rose throughout the class as everybody put down their quills and began whispering to each other. But Ava’s actual body, still slumped over her desk, didn’t move. “Miss Everly?” Recktem called out. Shit. Ava clenched Olivia’s hands into fists. If Recktem found out about the flute… dammit, would we really only get one day playing with this thing? Not to mention the world of creative punishments that would surely come our way for being reckless, and stupid, and I don’t know, impersonating each other? I don’t know if that last one is actually against the rules, but it probably should be. Thinking fast, I scuttled over to Ava’s desk. “I think she’s okay!” I made a show of checking on Ava’s body as I grabbed the flute from her limp hand. I glanced across at Ava in Olivia’s body, which was just sitting there giving me a worried look. Dammit Ava, do I have to do everything? “She’s just deep asleep.” I leaned in close, trying to position myself right, my whole body basically leaning over Ava’s desk, and head hidden from Reckem’s view. Then I blew myself into Ava. Suddenly I was sitting down. I felt smaller, lighter, weirder… and decidedly uncomfortable. A heavy weight collapsed against me as my former body went limp over the desk. “Oft” I squeaked in Ava’s voice. I wrapped one of my new little hands around my body where it had slumped and tried to keep it steady. “Yep, I was just deep asleep!” I chirped. God I’m a bad liar. Recktem frowned at me. I blushed. Ava, in Olivia’s body, finally got her wits together. She scuttled over and grabbed the flute from where it had fallen to the ground. Glanced between myself and my body, sprawled on the table, then shrugged – and aimed at my sleeping body. A second later, my own body got up off my lap. “My work here is done!” it laughed and winked at me. Oh god, that was weird. Olivia wobbled nearby, her mouth agape, and stared at me and Ava. She looked down at herself, blushed a deep scarlet, and scampered back to her seat. “Are you okay, Miss Eclair?” asked Professor Recktem. “Yes!” came Olivia’s voice, high pitched and breathless. She stifled a gasp as she looked at the terrible job Ava had done on her paper. Recktem continued around the room, snatching up the papers, while I tucked the flute inside my robes – Ava’s robes. She probably knew something odd was going on with the three of us, but honestly, at a magical school there was always something weird going on. I watched as my own body gave Recktem a smug little smile as it handed in its exam. Weird alright. A few minutes later Ava and I were standing in the corridor outside class, still inside each other’s bodies. “Okay, now this is really not right”, I said, looking up at myself. Ava smirked down at me. “Cool, isn’t it! I have no idea what you’re going to make me do!” She stuck out my tongue. I cringed. She was going to make me look so stupid. “And I can make you say whatever I want!” Ava said, tapping at her lips with one of my hands. “I’m a boring goth chick who hides behind a veil of coolness because I don’t have anything interesting to say!” Ugh. “Yeah, well I’m an idiot.” I said. “I agree!” said my voice. “You are an idiot!” Ava giggled. “Oh screw you!” Speaking with Ava’s voice felt weird. It came out high pitched – higher pitched than my own voice OR Ava’s usual voice, for some reason. Did she deliberately lower it? Ava chuckled and punched me in the arm. With my own fist. “Yeah yeah, hey, let’s spend the morning like this. I’ve got a few things I’d love to try!” “Yeah, yeah, how about no.” I said, rubbing my arm. “I don’t want you in my body a moment longer than you have to be.” “Tooooo bad!” Ava said. She skipped around me, using my own legs to propel her about. She giggled. “Keep up if you can!” And with that, she ran off, using my muscles to sprint away. That bitch! I tried to run after her, but it was no use. My legs felt short and awkward, and the ground barely seemed to pass by as I jogged. You’d hardly have believed Ava was one of the tallest in our group when we were tweensies, nearly a decade ago. Had this girl just never hit a second growth spurt!? Pretty soon she had disappeared into the crowd, and in Ava’s short body I couldn’t see over the gaggle of girls emerging from class. Goddamn it being short sucks. I slumped against the wall, panting, and let my bag fall to the floor. It felt twice as heavy as usual – another drawback of being in Ava’s body, I supposed. I really didn’t like the idea of letting her run around all day as me. She had a good heart – I mean, I think she did – but she was careless, daring, rude, and I don’t know, improper? Who knows how crazy she would act when it wasn’t even her body getting in trouble. I let out a big sigh. “Hey Ava?” a voice came from behind. I turned around and came face to chest with Olivia. “I, um, can we talk privately?” She grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty classroom. “Olivia, I’m…”, I began, but she cut me off. “I should hate what you did to me today.” Olivia began, “But I don’t! I don’t! I-” She paused, trying to find the words. “I like it, Ava. After last night, after what we did… I really really like this flute. I like being possessed by you. And I like possessing you! I want-” I tried to speak again, but she shushed me. “No, wait. Look. It wasn’t right to possess me in class. But if you wanted to do it somewhere else. Like, in the common room, or, or, in my dorm… look, no, I want… I want a turn! I want a turn possessing you. And you don’t get to say what I’m allowed to do, or not do, and you don’t get to ask later… I mean, not that I would do anything you wouldn’t do… but what you would do is kind of, I mean, everybody does, just in their own body, but if I did it in your body… well it still wouldn’t be something you wouldn’t do!” She was gushing, the words streaming out as she clenched her robes in her fists. “I want you to let me possess you. I want to do it here, in this classroom. And I want to have free reign here for thirty minutes. Given last night and this morning, I think that’s fair to ask.” Olivia stood up straight, breathing deeply, with her hands on her hips. She looked stern, but also like she was trying to hold a mask together. The word ‘flushed’ came to mind. For the tenth time, I wondered what the hell Ava and Olivia had gotten up to last night with my body. I rolled my eyes. “Well, whatever, because I’m not Ava!” “Wh- what?” “It’s me. It’s Sophie, I mean. Ava and I ended up swapping in the classroom when we were trying to get her out of your body.” “Oh!”, said Olivia, then she blushed deeply. “Oh” I looked downwards. I was in Ava’s body alright. Short legs, narrow hips, small bust. I could actually see more of her body from this angle than I usually could of my own! I wiggled my toes inside Ava’s flats and tried to straighten up more. I felt so tiny in here, I was about a head shorter than my own body, and I only came up to Olivia’s shoulders. Some part of me didn’t even really feel like I was standing up. I kept trying to straighten my legs more. Olivia gathered herself. “Okay then. Sophie. I would like to possess you, in Ava’s body.” “What, and I just sleep for half an hour? I didn’t sleep enough last night?” Olivia winched a little. “It’s not even your body, Sophie.” “Yeah, yeah… look, fine, I don’t care. But you owe me a favour. A big one. And you need to help me stop Ava from, you know, being Ava.” Olivia smiled self-consciously. “Deal” I pulled the flute out of Ava’s robes and handed it to her. Then I took stock of Olivia’s flushed expression. “And I don’t think I want to even know what you’re going to do here.” Olivia blushed again and took the flute from me. She was really… I don’t know, embarrassed? Nervous? Guilty? Either way, I braced myself and stared up at her. She raised the flute to her lips, and soon I felt the familiar pressure of a magic tugging me backwards and downwards from my usual place in my mind. For a moment I felt like a passenger, one step back from the controls, and then… blackness. I wobbled. I was standing on the other side of the room, and a kind of warm glow was fading away in my body. My legs felt weak, and my right hand ached. So did my… I blushed and turned around. Olivia was climbing to her feet. “Wow. Okay.” I said, then I coughed. My mouth was a little tingly as well. “Um” said Olivia, picking at something around her waist. “Thanks.” “Ahhhh… no problem.” I said, and coughed again. I looked down and took stock of my body. Fading glow, sore hand, a sensitive and puffy feeling between my legs, and a whole flushed and sticky vibe. Yeah. It was pretty clear what Olivia had done in here. I don’t know what the mouth thing was about though. Olivia kept fiddling with something under her robes, as if trying to get comfortable. “I didn’t really think about-” she started, and then cut herself off, blushing. “You might as well say it, Olivia. We basically just had sex.” “No!” she blushed harder. “No! I mean, I- you know I- okay. You said it was fine. But it’s not sex! It’s just what everybody does alone!” “Usually they only do it with their own body.” “I did do it with my own body!” Olivia retorted. Then she seemed to realise what she had just said. “I mean- Not really! Not- not sex!” I just stared at her, bemused. What in the world was this prissy girl hiding behind those immaculate grades and ponytail? “Anyway!” she said “I was going to say I didn’t really think about how I wouldn’t be- um- how I’d still be– excited– once I returned to my own body.” She looked down at herself and fidgeted some more. “It was that body that, um, had its needs met. This one was only teased.” “Teased.” I repeated flatly. “Yes.” Olivia sighed and gathered up her bags. “But there’s nothing to be done about it now. It’s lunch time.” “You whore, that was more than half an hour!” “I wasn’t done yet! Now, please Ava- I mean, Sophie- let’s… just just go to lunch. And I’ll… I’ll help you out with Ava, okay?” I sighed. “Where’s the flute gone?” “It’s right here,” said Olivia. “Come on.” She hurried away, leaving me to follow on wobbly legs. I took my usual seat at the senior’s table in the dining hall, despite being in Ava’s body. I scanned around for her - for my body, that is - but I couldn’t see it anywhere. Olivia had knocked me out for a whole period, which meant Ava had had free reign of my body in the school for over an hour now. One hour, causing as much mayhem as she liked, and leaving me to pick up the pieces. And now she had apparently not even bothered to come to lunch. Thanks for taking care of my body, Ava! God, that girl. I could kill her! “Hullo Sophie” came a dreamy voice from behind me. Evelyn took her usual seat next to me. “Are you enjoying your time as Ava?” “No!” I spat. Ava’s high pitched voice didn’t quite convey the anger I felt. I hadn’t figured out how to pitch it down the way she usually did. “But, hey, how did you know it was me?” “It’s the way you carry yourself.” said Evelyn. “You’re all… Sophie looking.” “What the hell does that mean!” “It’s also the fact that you’re sitting in your normal spot.” said Olivia, from my other side. “Yeah yeah.” I grumbled. “Nobody can tell Ava is possessing me last night when it mattered, and now apparently everybody knows exactly how I look no matter what body I’m in!” “Hey Ava!” said Charlotte, trudging up. She seemed in a happier mood than earlier, but she still scowled at Olivia. “Hello Olivia. Have a nice time last night?” Olivia blushed again – she was good at that today. “Oh, hello Charlotte.” she said in a small voice. “I’m really sorry…” Charlotte sat down and began eating. “I don’t know what I want from you yet. But when I think of something, you’ll owe it to me.” “Oh, um, okay.” “That’s Sophie, by the way,” said Evelyn. “You can tell by the shoulders.” “You CAN NOT tell by the shoulders!” I spat. “And the voice.” “Gah!” “Oh! I see it!” said Charlotte. “Ava never says ‘Gah’ like that.” “Screw you all.” “We’re looking for Ava,” said Olivia. “She’s in Sophie’s body. Has anybody seen her since evocations class?” “I saw Sophie’s body flirting with Jess earlier.” said Charlotte. “I did think it was funny, since the real Sophie isn’t usually that forthcoming.” “What!?” I yelped. “Yeah, usually you just kind of hang back from stuff like that.” “That’s not what I was saying ‘what’ to!” I hissed. “She was flirting!? With JESS?!” “Oh yes,” said Charlotte. “Well, I assume they were flirting. I only saw them holding hands and kissing, but-” “WHAT!?” “Yeah, didn’t you know that Jess had a big crush on you?” asked Charlotte. “That’s not- that’s not- wait- she does?” “I assume so, otherwise she wouldn’t have been so keen to stick her tongue down your throat.” I buried my head in my hands. Well, I buried Ava’s head in Ava’s hands. I’d had a crush on Jess since sixth year. I never really expected anything to come from it though, especially when I wasn’t even there!! “Where did you see them, Charlotte?” said Olivia “In the courtyard grounds, just a few minutes ago, actually.” I stood up. “C’mon!” Olivia got up to follow me, but Charlotte just shrugged and kept eating. Evelyn didn’t seem to have even heard me. She was busy looking up at a pattern on the ceiling. Whatever. Olivia and I ran out of the dining hall, and across to the courtyard as fast as we could. I was the slower one, scampering on Ava’s short legs as fast as they could take me. Olivia pushed open the huge doors out to the courtyard and I darted through. We didn’t have to look for long – right there, laying back on the grass, and giggling in a carefree embrace was MY body with Jess. I watched in horror as Ava ran one of my fingers along Jess’s cheek, a cheeky smile on her face. “You bitch!” I shouted without thinking. Ava and Jess jumped at the noise and pushed off each other. I stormed up to them and jabbed one of my stubby little fingers into Ava’s - my - chest. “How dare you do that to me! I said not to embarrass me!” Ava laughed and pushed my hand away. “I didn’t embarrass you! I did well! This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she smirked. “I figured you’d be happy – there’s no other way for me to put such charming words into your mouth.” Jess looked between us, confused. “Were you two an item?” she asked. “I didn’t mean to get in between anything! I’ll chat to you later, Sophie!” I turned towards her, trying to smile, but she wasn’t looking at me. She scurried up to Ava and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then blushed and ran away without looking back at me. Jealousy flared. “That should have been my kiss!” “And it will, tomorrow.” smirked Ava. “Assuming it’s not just me that she likes.” My stomach dropped a little at the thought. What if it was? What if Jess didn’t actually like me, or even my body, but the apparent confident charm that Ava, in her half-cocked, hair-brained, unthinking stupidity somehow managed to pull off? No. It couldn’t be. “We’re changing back right now.” I huffed. I grabbed one of my old bodies hands and pulled it inside, past where Olivia was standing, open mouthed. “We’ll need you as a spare body!” I snapped at her. “Come on!” I led Ava back to the common room, tugging her the whole way. I don’t know what state she’d left my body in, but I didn’t care, I wanted it back right away – and the sooner we could get somewhere private to do the switch the better. The common room was empty this time of day, so as soon as we arrived I pushed my body into one of the plush couches. “I want to know everything that went on between you and Jess” I said to Ava. “Every detail!” “Oh, sure, sure.” Ava smiled up at me sweetly. “You can thank me later!” “Olivia, do you have the flute?” But Olivia had already taken it out. She was holding it in her hands, and looking between me and Ava with wide eyes. “It’s very strange to see the two of you switched like this.” she said, sounding slightly breathless. “Your body does have a certain… vibe to it.” I turned to her. “A vibe that Ava’s apparently been taking advantage of!” “Yes…” said Olivia. “No matter who is inside, it just seems so… cool. Inside Ava’s small body, you seem a lot more expressive.” I frowned. “Hey yeah! You do!!” said Ava. “Look at what you’re doing to my face! Hahaha!” I scowled even deeper. “Give me the flute.” I said, holding out my hand. “Oh, um-” Olivia began. “Oh, I was wondering if- maybe- as another favour-” Olivia fidgeted, not handing over the flute. Instead, she raised it up to her own lips. “You were so good about this morning.” she said to me. “I’d really appreciate another… opportunity…” “You can possess Ava again AFTER we swap back.” I said “Again?” said Ava, excitedly. “Wait, what? Omg what did you guys do?” “It’s not exactly Ava’s body I want to possess…” said Olivia. And without further ado, she raised the flute, pointed it at my old body, and blew. Olivia’s body instantly went limp and collapsed down to the floor. Meanwhile, my original body let out a gasp and looked down at itself. “What the hell Olivia. You’re supposed to be the responsible one!” But Olivia didn’t respond. She seemed mesmerised by my body. She lifted my hands up in front of her face and wiggled my fingers. Then she reached down and cupped my breasts– “Hey!” I said “Those aren’t yours to play with!” “Maybe… they are now?” said Olivia, looking down at her new body. She didn’t stop groping herself. I watched as my former hands continued their exploration of my own skin, squeezing and heaving bits of me which, until yesterday, nobody had touched but me. Goddamn it. Olivia stood up. “I’ll see you later. I owe you one, Sophie!” “Wait, where are you going?!” But instead of running back out of the common room, Olivia turned and scampered up to the dormitories, making a beeline for the privacy of my four-poster. “Hey!” I shouted after her. “Hey! Don’t– don’t make a mess! And for god sake be quiet about it!” “I will! I will!” Olivia said as she ran off, leaving me standing in the common room, with the flute, Ava’s body, and now Olivia’s own comatose body, passed out on the floor in front of me. Was I the only sane person left in this friend group?