(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)
The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.
I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.
This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.
I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.
The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.
Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.
This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
The girls weren't bothered as I walked over their card game. Rebecca Nowell was wearing a low cut top and I could see the tops of her breasts. This was a dream, right? I bent down and tried to touch them, surprised when my hands passed right through them. She was short and on the thicker side, but had amazing tits and liked to wear denim skirts and low cut shirts. Despite her trashiness, she didn't date much and never responded well to being hit on by te guys at school.
I always figured she just enjoyed getting their attention and shooting them down.
I moved around the group, trying to look down each girl's shirt or up their shorts. Mostly it was a lost cause. Two fo them were wearing t-shirts and pants, though I did pause for a couple minutes to admire Cynthia's yoga pants at floor level. I still couldn't shake the feeling I got looking down Rebecca's shirt, though.
Rebecca had the best view of her own tits, so I tried to sit where she was sitting, kneeling and plopping back indian style in the same position she was in. The black clouds that filled the classroom faded and I blinked, aware that I could feel the carpet on my bare asscheeks.
"Kate?"
Kate discarded her hand and drew 5 more cards, "Nope, go fish".
They looked at me, and Cynthia asked, "Becky?"
I cautiously placed my hand of cards down in the discard pile and stammered, "Uh... no-I.. go fish".
I drew 5 more cards carefully, feeling strange in what was apparently Rebecca's body.
Kate looked at me strangely, "Are you okay? You looked really upset for a second there."
I took a deep breath, wishing I could end this right now, but not sure how to, "I'm... not feeling that well, I guess. I might have to sit this one out."
"Aww" Deidra said and reached over, rubbing her hand back and forth across my back. Rebecca's skin felt so different to be in. She had been sitting with the back of her skirt behind her and I could feel the carpet on my ass and, even stranger, the string of the thong I was wearing between my asscheeks.
I put the cards back down and pushed myself up onto my knees, trying to stand and finding that her body felt so different that it was almost hard to keep my balance. Becky had wide hips and big breasts, which nearly pulled me over forward. I managed to hang onto the front of a desk to keep my balance, though.
I walked carefully around the desk and slid into the seat, not entirely sure how to keep my clothes from showing my underwear. I ended up doing what she had done earlier and pushing the back of the skirt out and crossing my legs. The plastic was cold against my ass and my big thighs pressing together sent a little jolt up through my spine.
This turned me on a little, as attention shifted away from me and back to the game. I squeezed my thighs tighter and felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to my lap, but instead of growing hard like I used to before I went on medication, I felt myself getting slippery. The more I squeezed, the more the strange sensation warmed my lap.
I felt the heat crawling up my body to my breasts and felt my nipples stiffen under my bra. I looked down and saw them standing out against my top. I looked to make sure no one was looking and was shocked to see two of the guys sitting to the side of me watching me.
All I could do was shrug and give them a "fuck off" look. They blinked and looked away. I hadn't realized how obvious what I was doing was. The fact that they had homed in on my being aroused so easily was sort of thrilling.
I wished I had an excuse to be by alone so I could touch myself and see what it was like. I remembered that I had left myself sleeping face-down on my desk and when I looked over to make sure I was doing all right, I realized that my real body looked a little stiff and dead. My skin was looking a little paler than normal and I knew this was probably a bad sign.
I closed my eyes and concentrated, hoping this would get me back into myself. I told myself where I wanted to be, back in Daniel's body.
No dice.
Growing more nervous, I stood and moved over to the desk next to the one my body was sleeping in and reached over slowly. I touched my back and felt how cold my body was. I wasn't breathing much. I could hear the faint wheezing.
I concentrated harder, the warmth that I had previously been full of flooding out as a chill ran up my back. Shit, this was bad. The room began to grow darker and I kept forcing myself away from Rebecca's gravitational pull. The farther I got, the easier the pushing became and before long, I stumbled away from her, inside the cloud-filled room once more.
I quickly sat in the desk where I had left my body behind and felt immediately like I was going to lose consciousness. My lungs opened and I gasped for air. Several breaths later and the dark clouds faded at last. The study hall teacher looked over at me.
"Daniel, are you all right?" Mrs. Brenner asked.
I looked over at her with red eyes and cheeks and nodded, "Yeah. I had... a nightmare"
One of the jocks bursted out laughing and the others in class followed suit. Eventually Mrs. Brenner frowned and went back to grading papers. I gasped for breath and eventually felt like myself again, surprised to find that I was feeling somewhat more rested than before. There was no doubt that I had come closer than I would have liked to suffocating, but I had probably spent a whole 15 minutes outside of my body before it came to that.
I knew it was sad and desperate, but I hoped I could do the same thing in class tomorrow.
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