Find Shannon's bed

You walk further into Shannon’s apartment, past her dimly-lit kitchen and her cozy living room. You try the first door. A bathroom.

The second door you open is her room, alright: an uncluttered space with all matching white furniture and a queen bed with white sheets. There are framed posters on the wall, some bands you don’t recognize.

You sit on the edge of the bed, and that’s when you spot it: a full length mirror on the opposite wall. You see yourself - Shannon - sitting on the bed, her thighs together under her blue skirt.

You feel like you shouldn’t but you do it anyway. Looking at Shannon in the mirror, you place your - Shannon’s - hands on her knees and slowly spread them apart until her white panties are peeking out from under her blue skirt, framed by the pale white skin of her inner thighs.

Your - Shannon’s - muscles feel tense as you hold her in this position. It looks kind of silly, really, seeing it through her own eyes. You’re posing for no one but yourself.

And yet, something is happening. Shannon’s body feels light, and you can sense just the slightest hint of the excitement she felt when you were doing some much naughtier things with her in the ladies room.

You can do anything you want to her now, and no one can possibly interrupt you. But, you think as you stare between Shannon’s legs:

Your body is still being driven by your twin, or your brain-clone, or something. But Shannon? If she was in another body she would have been able to try calling herself by now, and her phone hasn’t made a peep.

Maybe she didn’t think of trying it? No, the first thing anyone in this situation would do is try to find their old self.

Maybe she never left. If Shannon is still inside her own body, can she see what you’re doing? The funny feeling fades when you pull Shannon’s knees back together, hiding her panties from view.