Alice Continues her Tormet of Tim

Tim was quiet as they walked away from The Shoe Box. He kept glancing towards her, still looking hurt. His erection had died down. Alice concealed a smile, Did you enjoy the show, Tim?

She nudged him on the side as they continued walking, “Something wrong, baby?” she asked, trying her hardest to act concerned, “You look angry at me.”

Tim glanced at her, his expression going from hurt to actually angry. For a second, Alice thought he was going to tell her off right then and there. The anger vanished almost instantly when he looked at her though. He quickly looked away, blinking away the tears threatening to fall. “It's fine. I'm fine.”

You must really love this bitch, don't you Tim? Alice wondered, barely able to hide her smile from him. “You sure?” she prodded, “that look you had earlier says otherwise.”

“I said I'm fine!” he snapped.

Alice backed off. Woah, who knew the dweeb could grow a backbone. She held up her hands in mock surrender, “Alright, alright. Forgive for being worried about you, baby.”

A stray tear fell from Tim's eye, “Let's just… go to the food court.”

There it was again. The feeling of hurt and betrayal. Serves him right for standing up to her recently. Looks like this bitch was the reason for that. Such a shame, really. Tim really seemed to love Tracy, who, for whatever reason, also seemed to love Tim. It was almost too perfect really.

Alice was too busy thinking about messing with Tim that she hadn't noticed her hand drifting over to him, about to wipe away his tear. Alice whipped her hand back to her side before Tim noticed. The fuck was that? She hadn't moved her arm, and why did she feel like she wanted to comfort the loser?

She shook her head. No matter. Maybe staying in this bitch's body was starting to affect her. Might be a good idea to get out of here whenever she got the chance.

There were plenty of cute boys at the food court. Alice winked at a few of them as she passed, while also making sure to sway her hips in a way to get their attention. It worked pretty well, with a few of the other guys blushing or else flirting back in their own way.

By the third wolf whistle, Tim's face was starting to look like a tomato with how red it became!

Certainly easier picking up boys in my new body. Alice thought, relishing the attention she was getting.

Tim's hand found hers. Ew, gross! Alice thought, trying to pull her hand away. But she couldn't. What?

Her arm wouldn't move, at least not by her command. It was like someone else was controlling her arm!

She felt her mouth move on its own, a smile forming against her will as she turned to look at Tim and gave him a peck on the cheek. Gross! Gross! Gross!

Tim looked at her, a small, hopeful smile on his lips. “Thanks.” he said, his voice tight.

Alice felt her mouth moving again. But this time, she managed to wrestle control from whoever it was inside her.

“Yeah,” Alice grunted, fighting to regain control, “of… course.”

She felt herself reasserting control over her body. Whatever resistance was inside her was gone now. Hello? Alice asked, looking around the food court, is… someone there?

There were plenty of people around them. People going about their days, chatting with each other, eating, or browsing. Except for a few hungry gazes from passing boys, no one was looking at them. Alice doubted the people she flirted with would have wanted Tim anyway.

“You alright?” Tim asked.

“I'm fine,” Alice lied, “just… thought I heard something.”

They went to the in store Chef Burger and ordered from there. Alice told Tim she would pay. It wasn't her money after all. Afterwards, they waited for their order and sat down on one of the nearest tables.

Tim opened his order and, to Alice's surprise, handed his pickles over to to her, “here you are,” he said with a big grin on his face.

“Thanks, sweetie.” Alice said automatically. What the fuck?

“Of course!” Tim replied, taking a greedy bite from his burger.

Alice began eating as well, nervous that she'll end up losing control of herself again. She didn't, managing to stay in control even as she took her last bite. Alright, once I'm done here, I should return to my old body. This is getting freaky.

Tim was still working on his burger when Alice noticed someone staring at them. He was a guy a year or so older than both of them. Unlike Tim, who was very clearly a dork, the stranger looked like the kind of guy most people would assume Tracy would date.

Much like Tracy, the guy staring at them was fit, his black tee shirt showing off his muscular arms. His hair was cut short and his face was free from any scars or stray whiskers unlike Tim.

He smiled when he noticed Alice looking at her. His grin was different from Tim's as well. Confident and powerful, whereas Tim's was nervous and weak.

Alice smiled, and gestured for him to come over. Tim didn't notice what was happening until the man came up to them. “Hey,” the newcomer greeted, “I'm Matt.”

“Oh hello!” Alice greeted, prepared if whatever was inside her tried to interfere again, “I'm Tracy!”

She got up, shaking his hand. It was nice and firm, although his skin was a bit too rough for Alice's liking. He started shaking her with a bit more **** than what was necessary.

Matt grinned, clearly liking the view of Alice's breasts bouncing slightly as he shook her arm, “Nice to meet you,” Matt said, completely ignoring Tim who sat there with a half eaten burger in his hands, “It's been a while since the last time I talked to anyone as beautiful as you.”

“Really?” Alice asked, still smiling, “I would have thought a cute guy like you would have lots of pretty girls fawning over you.”

Matt sighed, frowning slightly as he replied, “You'd think so, wouldn't you?” he shook his head, “sadly all the girls in my classes aren't exactly my type. People could really stand to go to the gym more often don't you think?” for the first time in their conversation, Matt glanced over at Tim, “You're friend, for instance, could stand to lose a few pounds. Well maybe more than a few!” Matt laughed as if he just told the best joke ever.

Tim swallowed, looking to Alice for support. Wrong move, loser. Alice smiled, giggling, “Yeah, he really could. I doubt any girl would like him as he is now.”

Tim stood up suddenly. Matt was too busy laughing at his own joke to notice, but Tim had Alice's attention. What are you going to do, dweeb? Alice wondered, grinning at how angry he looked, going to fight me? Gonna fight Matt? We'll use you to mop the floor. Or are you going to dump me? Good luck getting home then.

Instead, Alice noticed Tim's eyes watering, and he quickly mumbled he'd be in the bathroom. And just like that, he was gone, leaving his half eaten meal behind him.

Wonder if that did it. Alice thought, I hope not, I was hoping to mess with him some more.

Matt leaned against the booth, “So… what's the deal with you and that guy? Are you related or something?”

“Oh, he's ju-” Alice was cut off, suddenly unable to control her body again. No!

“He's my boyfriend.” her body replied, against Alice's will, “and I'm afraid I might have hurt him.”

Matt scoffed, “Why do you care so much about that loser? You could be with someone like me.”

As he said that, he wrapped his arms around her. It was strange. Disgust burned inside her, but Alice knew the emotion wasn't entirely hers. Disgust, anger, sorrow. She felt them, but they weren't completely hers.

“Get off me!” Alice's body hissed, managing to struggle out of his grip.

Matt glared at her, “Seems I misread the situation then. Word of advice, if you plan on messing around, make sure you know what you're doing.”

“My words of advice,” Alice's body spat back, “is maybe don't judge people based off appearances. Maybe there's a reason the women in your classes don't want to fuck you.”

Matt scoffed before walking away. What's happening? Alice panicked, trying to regain control of herself, why can't I control myself?

“Tim.” Alice's body said quietly, going over to the restrooms.

Alice fought again, trying to stop herself from heading over there. Why wasn't it working? Shit! What's happening?

Tim was just walking outside by the time Alice's body got there. It was obvious he was crying, his eyes were still read and he didn't smile or show much reaction when Alice's body got over there.

“Tim!” Alice's body began, “Tim are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” he replied coldly, “not that you would care.”

“Tim, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-!”

“Whatever,” he said, looking at the ground instead of her, “can you… just… take me home?”

Alice gasped as she found herself back in control. She looked at Tim, then at herself. Yes, she was back in control.

She should have felt satisfied at seeing him in pain, seeing him cry, and a small part of her was. However, it was overshadowed by the worry of who or what controlled her. Her satisfaction was also buried beneath a foreign feeling of grief, an emotion Alice knew didn't come from her.

“Y-yeah,” Alice replied, still shocked to fully process what was happening, “of course.”