Spectator Possession (Part 1)
My buddy Roger and I had found an absolute holy grail for our pervy male minds. It was a spell that let you possess anybody you liked, so long as you knew their name and had a piece of their clothing. from there, it wasn't a far leap at all for us to concoct our plan. We'd possess Haley, the hottest girl in school, and take all sorts of photos and videos of her body doing whatever we liked. Roger wasted no time in cutting a tiny piece of her jacket off and sneaking it home with him.
Unfortunately, I drew the short straw, and had to be the one to actually do the possessing. I was not too crazy about the idea of actually being a girl, but Roger talked me into it. "Come on, Marcus, we knew one of us would have to. Plus, you know I'll do the next one." Alright, that'd work out. Knowing Roger, he'd probably want to one-up whatever we did with Haley next time, so it's just as well I don't have to do that.
The ritual was simple enough. Light some candles, draw a symbol on the floor around the clothing, and read some words. I can't say it made sense, but it wasn't that hard. Once the spell was finished, the lights in the room suddenly went out. At least, that's what I thought until I looked around for the switch. It seems that Haley had been trying to go to sleep. The spell had worked.
I got out of bed, and thoroughly examined myself. I stripped down and admired my stunning body. Damn, maybe it was just the angle, or maybe she dresses really conservatively at school, but I never would have guessed her tits were this nice. I ran a finger over her left nipple and discovered they weren't just incredible to touch, but they also loved being touched. I stared at my temporary, gorgeous body in the mirror and jumped around. I know I should be contacting Roger to let him know it worked, but there's no harm in putting on a show for myself.
After maybe a minute of excited bouncing and jiggling, I said "It's always so adorable when they think they're in control." What? Why had I said that?
"I wrote that spell, stupid. Don't you think I'd know what you were up to when I found part of my jacket gone?" Wait, Haley was still in here?
"Yes, I'm still in here. I just warded my thoughts so you can't hear them. I can hear yours though. You and Roger huh? I'll have to remember to pay him back too." I paced back and forth, freaking out, then abruptly stopped, and doubled over in laughter.
"I'm sorry, I just can't resist toying with you after what you did. Does it really feel like you're controlling this body at all?" It really did. But come to think of it, I don't know if I decided to pace around the room or not. "See, any time I do something, I think about doing it first. And I have to reveal that thought to you for a split second if I actually want my body to respond. I guess it just seems to you like you're just doing all this on a whim."
She'd hit the nail on the head. But it was more than that, it was also the sensation of everything. When she said those things, I could feel my mouth moving, and the vibration in my throat, and the air coming from my lungs. Nothing at all was out of the ordinary. If I weren't constantly telling myself this was all her doing this, I'd never have believed it. Hell, I still didn't believe it.
"Aww come on, you've got to give me that much credit. Here, I'll show you something that will prove you're not doing any of this." I picked up her phone (no, SHE picked it up), and dialed a number from memory. "Hey Chris," I felt myself getting excited as I began to talk. My heart was beating faster, and my voice was a tad higher. Fuck, I'm not getting her thoughts, but her body is still definitely getting hit by her emotions. "I'm lonely, and everybody here is asleep."
"Is that an invitation" a deep voice said on the other end.
"You have to ask? Hey, I want to try something tonight. You remember two years ago when we lost our virginity? You remember how nervous I was, and how amazing and gentle you were taking me through my first time? I really miss that. When you get here, how about I be the nervous high school virgin, and you can stay my experienced stallion of a boyfriend who takes care of me."
I put down the receiver. "There, let's see if you think any of this is actually your idea." And again, I began to laugh.