Please continue this story. Remember that this mystery girl is in control of my body and making me do whatever she desires. She is essentially wearing my skin. She is me, while I’m a prisoner inside my own body. Have her continue to sexually violate my body in increasingly depraved ways (e.g. masturbation, dildo butt play, etc.). She should not give up control of my body under any circumstances.

Hello?

I was typing away at my laptop when I first heard her voice. She sounded so close, like she was right next to me... like she was saying it into my right and left ear at the same time.

I looked around my room, and opened my curtains to see if anyone was by my window. It was a small room with a modern design, pretty messy, the cheapest dorm I could afford.

Nobody was there. So I walked to my door, opened it, peered outside to the empty hallway. Nobody was there too. That was strange. Maybe I imagined it. Before going back to my seat I stole a glance at the mirror.

Wow, you look pretty good, the voice said again. I shrieked in fear, turning behind me, expecting to see a ghost just waiting to pounce but there was nobody. I heard her laugh. It was a soft, melodic laughter.

Where the hell was she? Maybe she was invisible? I swung my hands around, hoping to hit someone, something or just to get any explanation. In doing so I hit my hand on my cupboard, and cursed in pain.

Ow! What the hell are you doing?

"Come out! Where the fuck are you?" I demanded.

Oh, relax. Let me try something. Go lie down.

"What? No, who are you? Where - " In an instant the world started to spin. I felt like I had suddenly downed ten shots. I felt myself blacking out and wished I was lying down instead. I tried to get to my bed but I wasn't even sure my legs were moving anymore. The last thing I felt was the texture of the carpet on my fingers before the world turned to black.

I woke up and never felt more hungover. But that quickly dissipated - and I found myself in... a different room? It was dim, only backlit in pink and blue LED lights. There were posters on the walls - wait. I was lying down? The bed felt blissfully comfortable. A candle was lit to my side, and a strange old book in a language I had never seen before laid on my chest.

My chest? The feeling was different. In fact, all of my body was different. I raised my hands, my pale, petite hands with nails painted black.

No.

What the fuck.

Before I could check on the two strange new forms on my chest I felt the world spinning again. It made me sick. I closed my eyes.

When the feeling subsided and I opened my eyes again, I was staring at myself, close, in the mirror. Only something was different. It felt off.

"Welcome back!"

It took a second to process who was the one saying it. I was smiling. Looking at myself? I was looking at myself like it was someone else looking at me. Peering into my soul. But that someone was myself?

I said those words?

"How do you feel?"

I said. I said?

I clearly see who's talking in the mirror - who's mouth is moving. It was me. But I couldn't accept the fact that - it didn't register that -

All this while I was smiling. I didn't feel like smiling, and never smiled like an idiot to myself, but there I was, smiling. I tried not to smile, but it was like trying to make a character in a movie not to smile. Like why would I even try? How would I even begin the effort?

I continued smiling, and cocked my head to the right. It was a cheerful expression.

_Seriously, though. How are you feeling? _The girl's voice said again. It wasn't like I heard her voice, more like I heard her thoughts. Like recalling a memory of her speaking.

What the fuck is going on? What have you fucking done?

Relax, pretty boy. My hand went to touch the mirror, caressing the image of it, then did a gesture. Look at me, I am the captain now.

She laughed.

Captain Phillips reference. No? Okay. Yeah, but basically I did some pretty cool shit and now I have control over your body. Watch this.

I stepped back and did some weird crazy expressions.

Isn't it cool?

No. Stop that. What the fuck. Get out, please for fuck's sake get out.

Aww... don't be like that. We're going to have so much fun!

So here I am, topless in front of my mirror, smiling like an idiot to myself. I took a moment to check I wasn't actually dreaming. Without mercy my traitorous hands hooked the waistband of my briefs and short cotton pants, and slipped them off in one quick motion.

"Oh... oh my," I said giddily, stepping out of the pants.

I could have felt more embarrassed if I wasn't in total disbelief. It wasn't like there was someone here to see my nakedness... apart from this girl...

[Ch- check if my curtains are closed!] I thought.

I spun to see they were mostly closed, with one small slit in the center. A few bushes laid below the window, and beyond that was a small road and a small building associated with the engineering department. Sometimes if when the people outside were loud and rowdy I could almost hear their conversations.

[Close it!]

{Oh, it's fine!} the girl thought.

I turned to my penis. {Whoa}, the girl thought. {Why is it so small?}

On those words I felt lightning struck my chest. [Small?!]

I heard the girl laugh, and on my body my mouth smiled too, holding my limp penis on my fingers. {Not that I mind, though! I think it's cute.}

[No, it's - it's just not hard yet.]

{Oh! Oh, right, yeah.} My hand began lightly stroking it, and sure enough, it grew in my hand. {Whoa, whoa, it's growing!}

I didn't know what she felt so surprised about. [Haven't you ever, like, stroke a penis before?]

{Nope! You're my first one! I was always too weird for the boys.}

I thought back to the book I saw on her chest - was that witchcraft? It sure looked like it. That's probably how she gained control of my body in the first place. But why me? Do I know this girl?

She kept stroking, but with the tips of her fingers like how you would massage a pussy, which wasn't very effective at all. {Am I doing it right?}

[Uh - no, use your - use the whole hand, pump it up and down,] I thought, and it conveying those words I felt the strange defeat of having to teach a girl how to stroke myself.

{Well, show me then!}

Suddenly I felt myself back again. I took a glance at my arms. I was in my own body again. In an instant I tried thinking of a way to escape, but there was nothing I could think of. It wasn't like I was physically bound and had to escape from a captor - there was no way to escape from my own body. So I had no choice. I sighed and sat in my chair. Was there really nothing I could do?

{Go on! Aw, don't be shy!} She must have felt the heat in my face when she said that.

Reluctantly, I began stroking. But maybe because of the sheer humiliation or suddenness of it meant it didn't go well, like trying to pee with someone closely watching. To be fair, she was literally watching me.

{Is it working?}

"Fuck's sake," I said, "give me some time!" I tried to concentrate, but the more I tried the more I couldn't. Why am I even doing this?

{Do you need to watch some porn? Do you need to see some boobs?}

With that, I brightened up. But before I could say yes, there was a knock on my door, ruining all my efforts.

"Oh for fuck's sake..." I muttered.

{Any idea who it is?}

[I have a guess, yeah]

{So are you gonna answer? Or should I?}

Shit. Better get on it. I bolted upright as quickly as I could, pulled up my pants and ran to the door. The last thing I needed right now was for whoever was at the door to see me pants-down, and I did not trust the chick who had decided that I was going to be her puppet.

The knocking kept going. Whoever it was, they sure were persistent. I opened it to find myself looking at a cute blonde, my age or a year older, wearing a very conservative blue sweater over a collared shirt, a darker blue skirt that went past the knee, long socks and boots. Great.

{Oooo... who's this?}

[I think her name is Clarissa... she's in the bible club. Probably here recruiting]

{Oh} I could feel the disappointment in the girl's voice. {That's so lame...}

"Uh... hi?" Clarissa said, taking stock of my appearance - flustered, absent-minded, and with pants not quite on properly.

"Hi." I responded matter-of-factly.

"We're uh... having a party in the common room, if you wanted to come."

{Oh honey, if you knew...}

I tried my hardest to stifle a laugh, but couldn't. I coughed, trying to recover.

"Thanks for the invite, I'll drop by if I can".

Clarissa nodded, then quickly closed the door.

[Well I'm glad that's out of the way]

{A party sounds fun, though, even if that chick looks like the world's biggest prude}

[Their idea of a party is sitting around a table, eating pita chips and reading bible verses. Hard pass.]

{Wow, even more lame. Bet seeing someone possessed would really rustle their jimmies though!}

[Don't you dare...]

I felt myself looking around. She was in control. My mouth twisted into a grin, as I walked up to the mirror.

"Actually, it sounds like a hilarious idea!" She said with my voice.

[Wait, didn't you want to, like, jerk off or something?] I asked desperately, hoping for any distraction to stop her making me look like a freak.

{Oh yeah...}

{That does sound more fun, you're right!}

Thank fuck. She maneuvered my body back into the chair, de-pantsing me again.

"As you were, private" she said with my voice, before descending into giggles at the back of my mind.

Suddenly in control, I looked down at my dick - completely limp. Not that I was surprised, nothing kills a boner faster than panic. Then I remembered.

[You were saying something about boobs?]

{Oh yeah, I want to try something...} she said, before going silent.

For a few minutes, nothing happened. No sounds, no voice, no chick trying to hijack my body... was I free?

Then my head began to spin, and I blacked out in the chair.

I came to in the same dimly lit room as before, but this time I was standing in front of a mirror.

Instead of seeing myself in the reflection, I saw a small girl my age, wearing sunglasses, a face mask and a hoodie, and sweatpants and socks. Her head was completely covered and I had practically no chance of recognizing her.

But wait a second. if this was a mirror, where was I...

"Welcome to my humble abode!" I felt myself say, but the voice that came out was that chick!

[What the fuck is going on?]

"Oh, nothing much. Just experimenting a little. I messed with the spell a bit, so now you're in the back of my mind while I'm in my body."

[I'm you?!] I yelled.

"Yup! Welcome to being a chick!" She laughed. "Anyway, you wanted boobs?"

Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and pulled it up, revealing that she was wearing literally nothing under it. If I was in control of anything, I probably would have just stared. She had really nice boobs. A bit on the larger side given how skinny she was, but super perky with small nipples.

[Nice...] I involuntarily said.

I felt her smirk, despite not seeing it through her face covering. She used one hand to hold the hoodie in place, while the other began to rub and squeeze. The sensation was mindblowing. Not that it was orgasmic or anything - but I could feel 'myself' playing with a fine set of tits, while also feeling it from her end!

She pinched the nipple and let out a slight moan as a jolt of pleasure arced through her - our? - body. I felt a strange sensation building up in my pants, but it was slightly different than what I was used to.

Holy shit, was I wet?

Her hand continued to tease her nipple, before reaching down, slowly caressing her belly, before plunging down into her pants.

Oh my fucking god. I could feel her touching her pussy like it was mine!

And then I blacked out.

I came to back in my chair, but with that fresh on my mind, I woke to a raging boner.

{Mmmm, now that's more like it!} said a voice from inside my head.

I gripped my tool along the shaft, and began pumping up and down.

{Oh, like that?}

"I can do that!" My voice said as she wrested control of my body from me. She continued to pump, gripping harder and moving faster.

"Ohhh..." I moaned as the pleasure started building. Then she shifted 'my' grip so I was closer to the tip, and kept pumping.

"Ohgodohgod" I moaned. This was humiliating. I never made noise while masturbating, and here she was basically announcing to the entire fucking dorm that I was playing with myself.

One final burst of pleasure, and I felt myself shoot a load of cum right into the wall under my desk. Shit.

[You didn't grab the tissues!] I scolded.

{You never said I should!} she retorted.

"But damn, that felt fucking nice..." she said with my lips, before grinning.