Her boyfriend stops by

Anne arrived at her house after collecting her things, strolling up her driveway as she always had. To any observant neighbors, she would seem perfectly normal, waving at them and collecting her mail before slipping inside. Outwardly, the thirty percent of Anne's subconscious that remained in the Tandem Mode mix seemed to drive her well enough in her more routine activities such that nobody suspected another brain was inside.

Once she had closed the door to her house, though... new impulses rushed through her. She'd been anxious to get home, knowing that she could have some time to herself! She'd felt this wave of pride over her body rush through her earlier in the study session, and she hadn't understood that it was due to the subconscious mind of a teenage boy realizing that he had an amazing gift, being able to do anything he wanted to an incredible female figure. The matter of 'how' was the only confounding part, as the urges may have been Luke's, but the approach ends up being Anne's.

She set everything down on the kitchen table as she walked through her house, and immediately headed upstairs into her bedroom. The room was quite large, with an extensive collection of clothes filling up a closet and an armoire, as well as a king-size bed at the ready should she need it. But first, the full length mirror caught her attention.

"I don't know what's come over me," Anne said to herself, as she stared at her body. "It's like I'm learning to appreciate myself all over again..."

She winked at herself in the mirror, as she ran her hands along her body. Anne shimmied her hips back and forth before she started playing with those buttons again. She was giving herself a strip show! Not only that, it was thoroughly exciting her, as she felt pangs of pleasure rushing through her body with each button she undid, staring seductively at herself. She had this feeling inside her that she was doing something wrong or strange, that this was somehow an activity that was thrilling in a way that suggested she wasn't meant to be doing it. All of that was Luke's fear of getting caught controlling a woman's body, which just seemed to feed Anne's own thrill about her activities further.

"I really am so hot." Anne shrugged off her blouse, again revealing her bra-clad torso, almost gasping at how beautiful she looked in just her cream-colored bra holding back her Double-D's from joining the fun. "It's like I never knew it, how incredibly lucky I am to be able to do this any time I wanted. But now I'm even luckier, realizing it and knowing I should make the best of it!"

Miss O'Neill grinned at herself in the mirror, slipping out of her skirt next, wearing just her stockings, some panties underneath, and a bra on top. She posed for herself, running her fingers along the parts of her chest that were exposed, sticking fingers in cleavage curiously like she hadn't ever done that before. Her hands ran along her hips, groping at her shapely--but not excessive--ass, humming lightly to herself as she did everything. Each touch electrified her, for some reason she couldn't explain.

Eventually, her hands slipped back to grab at the clasps of the bra. She knew exactly what she was doing, she'd done it thousands of times, but staring at herself in the mirror, in that moment, it was like she was unwrapping a present for herself for the first time ever, and the anticipation of the reveal was driving herself wild! It was just her boobs, but... they were so magnificent, she knew, she wanted to make a big deal out of it! She undoes the clasp, and then slowly peels the bra away from her body as her tits break free to their own teardrop shapes, showing an incredible perkiness for breasts their size. Anne gasped, to her surprise, upon seeing them.

"I wonder if I should show Jim these..." Anne's hands rested upon her chest, gliding along her own flesh delicately, before testing the weight of her breasts by hefting them upwards, delighted by how they felt and moved from both touching and being touched. She let out a light moan when she let go of the chest, letting everything settle into place. She leaned forward, watching them dangle before her, shimmying her shoulders to see them sway back and forth. It was almost like she'd never seen breasts in real life before! Her gaze alternated from the mirror to her own birds-eye view, peering down at the huge globes attached to her body in awe.

So mesmerized was Anne at her own body, that she neglected to hear that the front door had opened, and someone had been downstairs for a couple minutes! She sat down on the edge of the bed, legs spread as fingers ran up and down the nylon encasing her crotch, moaning lightly. Each moan, grunt, squeak that escaped her body masked any creaks the stairs made, keeping Anne entirely in the dark as a visitor entered her room.

"Getting started early, are we?" the man said, and a surprised Anne glanced over, covering herself up. "God, you're so sexy babe."

Anne recognized the man, of course--her boyfriend, Chase, often stopped by a couple times a week for a dinner, movies, some bedroom fun, but usually didn't stay the night. How had she forgotten that he would be over today! She shrank away from Chase as he approached, already disrobing himself. "I was just letting off some steam. You know how stressful working with kids can be."

In another surprise to Anne, she was slightly off-put by this man in her room. Why should she share herself with anyone else? This was her me-time, damn it! Even though this had been a regular occurrence for months... Chase left himself in boxers, his body slightly better than average but no supermodel. Even so, something within Anne really resonated with lust when she looked at Chase. Today, though, it had been outshone by a lust for her own self. "I, uh, think maybe we should just get ready for dinner," Anne finally said as she started to reach for her clothes.

"Playing shy, huh? I love it." Chase moved in, planting a kiss firmly on Anne's lips and holding her down!

Anne usually melted in Chase's arms, but this time she squirmed considerably. However, something about that kiss really amplified that desire for him, enough that this other side of her that didn't want to share was not as powerful as before. Something felt quite nice in that kiss, and feeling like she was being held in place by a pair of strong arms heightened this sense of inevitability that Chase was going to get his way, and Anne wouldn't get much of a say at this point.

Wordlessly, Chase's hands ran along her body, grabbing at her breasts. That felt so incredible when it wasn't her own hands! Even so, she wanted to get out of that grip to at least center herself. She didn't want some rando playing with her body! Even if said rando was the man whom she'd dated for months and things continued to grow more serious each week. Before Anne could protest, Chase had pulled Anne's stockings down just enough, and did the same with his boxers, his protruding member running lightly along her slit.

The feeling of something ready to enter her, something hard and thick, paralyzed Anne, the wetness from her earlier playtime betraying her now by allowing for easy entrance for Chase within her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and turned her head away, the Luke part within her not at all wanting to partake in someone else's sexy romp with another guy!

And then when Anne felt her body fill up with Chase's dick, her eyes widened. "That feels... amazing!" Anne immediately relaxed, grabbing onto Chase's shoulders, gripping him tightly as he started to pump, forcing himself in as Anne spread her legs wider for easier access. The Luke part of her couldn't deny such an overwhelming sensation, regardless of its origin, and the only thing that remained of his resolve was his surprise that he was accepting of any of this!

"Amazing, huh? I don't usually hear that from you," Chase grinned, as he pushed further in to Anne's delight. "Usually you'd be giving me notes right now, grading me like one of your kids."

"Ngggh... A-plus, keep it up!"

This encounter was a revelation for Anne, all parts of her at the moment. Her body was rocked by the **** of Chase's own, her hair and breasts rhythmically swaying in time to his passionate thrusts, as her hips tried their best to respond, clenching down on him from within to further excite his body. She loved having sex as a woman! ...Well, of course she did! She was a woman! Why would she even think otherwise?

The secret subconscious mind within her only seemed to gain a newfound respect for how Anne was feeling throughout the encounter, and Anne was like the lead actress in a porn directed by a teenager. She had her own ways of being sexy, but with Lucas in charge, she seemed to go all over the place. "Hey, touch my tits more! It feels so good when you're hands are on my body like that. Isn't my body just incredible, babe?" Anne winked and grinned at Chase, who happily complied with feeling more of Anne with an invitation! She paused the action briefly to claw out of the nylons and panties, and while she was turned around, Chase roughly pushed her forward and stuck himself in her pussy from behind, catching Anne off-guard as she braced on the bed!

Amazingly, both Anne and Chase lasted for a half-hour despite their primal lovemaking that both recognized as a huge departure from their usual, more planned and relaxed methods of pleasure. But neither of them were complaining, certainly! "Jesus, Anne, it's like you've got the mind of a teenager having sex for the first time again!"

"Haha, yeah! Pretend I'm a teenager again! Some teenage kid got stuck in this body and can't get enough of how sexy I am, and how amazing this feels!" The thought of her roleplaying these raw emotions as justification for her unusual behavior seemed to do the trick, as Anne squealed out as her orgasm arrived! "K-khhhhh... I'm... I'm...!"

She didn't need to say anything else, Chase got the message. He came not long after, and a wide-eyed Anne felt her body fill with his hot seed, before both collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

"I didn't know... it could be like that..." Anne said, face down on the mattress.

Chase just laughed. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like this new take on Anne O'Neill. I hope I don't see the last of her, that was the best thing we've done in weeks!" He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm going to start getting dinner ready. Things are a little out of order from what I expected tonight, but now I think we'll both have a big appetite at least."

Anne lay wordlessly for a while, staring at her bedsheets, as Chase departed. Something about all of that still felt wrong and strange, now that she was coming down from the euphoria of the lovemaking, she felt slightly shocked and disgusted by what she just let a stranger do to her. Well, Chase wasn't a stranger... but for some reason she felt like he had been! Something was new about that encounter.

All the while, something nagged at her from inside about her star pupil, James. He was on her mind again, filling her thoughts. Maybe she could give him some private tutoring later, of some kind. The idea of doing something deviant with Luke's best friend seemed to thrill her greatly. She couldn't just do that tomorrow, though, out of the blue. No, she would have to tease him up to the weekend, where then maybe she could figure out just what to do with him. Those sexy pictures were a good start, she wanted James to have them just as much as she wanted some sent to Luke for some reason. But really, James was going to be the beneficiary of anything she did, even though he had that girlfriend of his. To Anne, it didn't matter--she needed to share new experiences with Luke's friend somehow!

Eventually, Anne got dressed again, slipping into her clothes again. She dons the skirt, but no panties or stockings this time, remaining bare beneath. A chill ran down her spine when she thought about toeing the line and attending school like that... She ditched the bra as well, putting on her blouse and letting her chest bounce delightfully around, as she headed down to dinner with Chase. As excited as she made the other man by her obvious attire choices, she seemed withdrawn from the dinner, with someone else on the mind, as the gears in her head turned.

After Chase left for the evening, Anne took a long shower, to clean up before bed--and of course, to play with her body a bit more. It was like she had a human-sized toy always at the ready! That's how she felt about her whole self, a thought that surprised her greatly. She washed everything thoroughly, from her clean-shaven crotch up to her fiery red hair, and down to her cute and dainty toes. Her hands touched every inch of her, re-acclimating to her own self for some reason.

Little did Anne know that while the Ascend unit was waterproof, the seal between the skin and the unit was not. While the static cling still held tightly to her face, the foundation that she had applied earlier that day, filled with the zinc oxide that had caused the unit to malfunction as it created conductive paths between different nodes, mostly washed away. This was by design--for people who might wear the mask for long periods, this would allow for sweat and such to be able to flush away with a proper wash. By the time Anne was done with her shower, the foundation material cleared out enough that the Ascend seemed to reset a few parameters internally as error flags cleared up. What parameters, however, remained to be seen, as Anne quickly drifted to sleep, pondering her 'lesson plans' for James for the rest of the week...