When I opened my eyes this morning I knew that something had changed. I felt different. I was in a strange room. I was in a body that I recognized, but one that didn’t belong to me.
I fell in love the first moment I saw her. She was so beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven above. Pure and innocent and clad in white. I can’t stop thinking about her.
I didn’t anticipate what this body needed. I didn’t think that she was like this. Her urges are so intense, her desires so dark. She has needs that I never could have imagined.
Minute by minute I’m finding out more about her life. I’m discovering that she isn’t some pure angelic being gracing us with her presence. She’s a person like anyone else, and now I’m finding out all her secrets.
Just the presence of them is enough to drive me wild with desire. I thought she didn’t want anyone, but in truth she didn’t want just one. She wants every single man she passes and she’s ready for them to take her.
I don’t know if I can resist these cravings, these urges. I don’t know if I want to anymore.
She’s isn’t anything like what I imagined. She has a plan and I’m just along for the ride.
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If I could tremble, I would have been shaking like a leaf. Worried not at getting caught but at invading her privacy.
Because this felt like an intrusion, being with her in her private moments as she slipped under the running water and the warmth of it drummed down onto her skin. It felt too intimate and too real as she ran her fingers through her hair, but at least she closed her eyes as she let it wash over her and that gave me a moment of peace and quiet.
Just feeling it. Feeling her body warm to the water. Feeling the rivulets running down and tracing lines over and around her breasts, running down her smooth and surprisingly toned belly and between her thighs.
She opened her eyes to squirt some shampoo in her hands and then she was back to eyes closed as she worked it into her hair. She was careful and thorough and I felt the way her hands moved through it, running through her long hair again and again before rinsing it clean.
As she reached for a washcloth and some soap, I knew what came next.
Showering shouldn’t be sexy. It wasn’t when I showered and I’m sure it wasn’t for her. It was just her morning routine. This was her body that she was used to. This was her daily ritual and it was necessary, but ultimately meaningless to her.
But I couldn’t help but feel the way her hands moved over the curves of her body. The taut press of her skin beneath it. The swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. The feel of that washcloth gliding between her legs sent a heat through me.
And so it sent a heat through her.
When I heard her moan, I realized that I really was affecting her. One her hands raised up and cupped her breast, squeezing lightly in a way that was decidedly not focused on cleanliness alone. Her hand between her thighs dropped the washcloth and slid a finger up and down her sex, teasing at the top as she moaned again, then bit her lip and trembled.
Oh god, what was I doing? My unsavory desires were making her do this. I felt like I was driving Chastity to do something she’d never in a million years do, something she’d never even condone.
Was I corrupting her?
My panic, at least, made her stop. She shook her head and smiled and then spoke to herself, “No time for that this morning.”
Making quick work rising her body I stayed as quiet and still as I could to try not to interfere with her anymore. I felt so ashamed of what I’d just done, my crude desires making Chastity do something so far beyond herself. I had to be careful.
I didn’t want to corrupt her.
So I stayed quiet as she dressed for the day in a pale dress that hugged the curves of her body. I let her go about the business of drying her hair and putting on her makeup, trying to understand her better through the experience of seeing through her eyes.
Whatever this was, it had to be temporary. I probably got one day as her and then I’d slip away and wind up back in my body.
And maybe this whole thing was a hallucination just like that dream last night, but maybe it wasn’t and maybe I could learn something.
Something about the real her. I knew Chastity well, but ultimately I knew the version of herself that she put out on campus and in class. I didn’t know her secrets. I didn’t know the quiet and private details of her life.
It felt like cheating, a little, but maybe this would give me a leg up on getting to know her properly. Maybe, with the information that I got from seeing the world through her eyes, I could find some key to take advantage of.
Something I could use to make her mine.
God, I wanted that. I needed it.