A "party" invitation

"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...}