It starts off much worse than expected.

For Elle's perspective, click here.

My own body felt like a stranger's now. The height was off, my center of weight was off, hell, not having two sandbags strapped to my chest was off! I only wore hours for a couple of hours but I still had the instinct to walk on tiptoe. My ears were ringing, which caused me to panic. I breathed a sigh of relief when the sound turned out to be the helmet's low battery indicator.

Now where was my phone?

Found it.

Yep, everything was there. Every selfie and video was there to add to my glorious collection. God, when Body Rentals starts selling these helmets for public use, I should consider buying one and strapping it onto Elle for more fun. She clearly enjoyed herself. But where to get the money?

Hmm, I wonder how much Elle's porn was worth.

My thoughts were interrupted by a familar clacking coming from the hallway. They were getting closer with every step and I barely made it in time to throw the helmet into my closet before Elle barrelled through the door.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked. Stupid question, I know. But today's escapades made me forget how intimidating Elle could be. I genuinely didn't expect her to come straight to me. Did she already figure it out? Did Stacy tell her?

"Mum sent me up to get you for dinner. What were you doing in there?" she pointed at my cupboard.

Wait, she didn't know? SHE DIDN'T KNOW!

"None of your business," I snapped defiantly. No need for my fun to end then. Elle could keep being none the wiser and I could treat her again next weekend. "Tell her I'll be right down."

Her eyes went wide and I realised too late that my tone was too aggressive.

"Show me what's in the cupboard!" she pounced.

I tried to jump to my cupboard's defence but she went right through me. How was she so strong after two wanking sessions? Elle's body continued to defy expectations.

Such as how much her eyes jumped out of her sockets when she found the helmet. I took one look into her face and saw every demon from the pits of Hell coming after me.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she screamed. My body immediately went into fight-or-flight mode and it took every ounce of strength to laugh it off.

"Well, you know Elle, it was a lot of fun. You do have a pretty rockin' body."

Man, she really inherited Mom's ferocity, huh. My reply seemed to only pour gasoline onto the fire because she charged right to me with a hand stretched out to slap me.

But she made a fatal mistake. Heels, even 4-inch ones, take some time to learn how to walk in. Elle didn't have my practice nor my finesse. It was easy to zip around her and make another snide comment.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, Elle! Don't chip a nail - I spent a lot of time getting those right today!" I smirked.

Oh, she did NOT like that.

This time, her tackle was successful and I just about managed to protect my head from the impact of it smashing to the ground. I was in pain but I refused to let Elle enjoy that. She punched me right in the chest but I bared my teeth and cruelly grinned at Elle's swinging knockers in front of me.

Time for the final strike. I swiped at her head, feinting a blow at her head but I actually aimed for the cupboard where I rescued the helmet from its wooden prison. By the time she even realised what I had done, all she could do was clasp her hands around my neck.

Tut, tut, tut, Elle, I thought. You should have gone for the head.

And then I was looking at my limp body. Inside another body wearing very tight clothes.

"Oh, you are going to regret that!" I sang. **** was a dish best served cold and I knew just how to serve it. I wrapped her hands around her own neck, fully aware that she would feel it.

"I have complete control of you." I then relaxed. "I don’t think you get it, Elle. I can make you do absolutely anything."

I chuckled. "Say absolutely anything.”

I shouted at the top of her voice: “I’m a stupid girl, and I’m really ugly and I pick my nose and eat it."

A bit childish but succint. I reached up and poked her in the eye, making sure to not even blink. "And I can't feel pain in here, so you should be careful!"

Alright, that should do it. "And now, I'm going to have dinner. See you in a minute!"

I grabbed her thong, yanked it upwards (her vagina quickly wetting it out of pleasure), catwalked out of the door and turned Elle's consciousness off.

"He's not hungry," I shrugged.

Mum sighed and Stacy continued to frown. I sat down and began to have my fill.

Oh, I was still pissed. But now, the anger had simmered and I contemplated my next move while unawares biting my nails. There was no way they didn't hear the commotion upstairs. Mum probably assumed another normal argument but Stacy wouldn't. It was only a matter of time before she either wandered into my room or ripped the collar off. I just had to--

FLASH!

I was looking up at my bedroom ceiling again. The ringing was back and louder than ever. Did... did Elle just eject me?

No, that wasn't possible. Unless the collar got loose or the helmet came off, Elle shouldn't have retained any control. A red light on the helmet was flashing at me.

Oh.

OH.

Low battery. Forgot about that. The charger was in Elle's room so I ran over to grab it and plug it in. It took me a while to find the port but I soon saw the charging light illuminate into a sunset orange and laid back on my bed before slipping the helmet back on.

Elle's body was shivering. Why did I have goosebumps? Wait. WHY WAS I NAKED?

"Something's wrong."

FLASH!

Back on my bed again! I turned it over. Nope, the light was still on. No, wait, it went black. Ah, crap, it wasn't plugged in properly. Once more!

This time, I lasted for more than a few seconds. But apparently my body had decided to model itself on top of the dinner table. In the nude. With my foot in the mash.

"Eww, what the hell?" I jumped down and scrambled to collect my clothes.

"You're being... controlled?"

I looked back. Both women were in shock but Stacy had asked the question with a look. A look of understanding.

Shit, Elle, what did you tell them?!

"Uh, yeah," I said, sheepishly. I wasn't sure what to say but the truth. Hopefully, Mum would make my **** swift.

"...Body Rentals?"

"...Yeah."

Out of nowhere, Mom clapped her hands. "Ohhhhhhh, that's the thing your friend had yesterday, right?"

...wut?

Sarah? Oh right, Sarah!

"Yep, she, uh..., she wanted to try a day out in my body so I let her have a go. Hence, the outfit."

Mum was relieved now that her daughter didn't need to go to the psychiatrist but also a little bemused at the situation. Guess the shock was starting to filter out.

"No wonder it looked so weird! You would never dress like that!"

She then looked at my hurt face and quickly went back on what she said.

"No, I meant-- You know, you look like-- Umm, your friend has... interesting tastes."

Silence. Not even the wind could be heard as the room went completely dead.

And then laughter. From me. From Mum. Even from Stacy, who couldn't believe what Mom had just implied.

"I'm glad that you're so supportive!" I joked, finally fully dressed. "Maybe I should dress like this all the time!"

The look of horror on her face just made me cackle even louder.

"Oh yeah, you should show it to the whole school!" Stacy chimed in.

"You're so right, Stacy! What do you think, Mom? Think the boys will like my skirt?" I giggled.

"Don't you dare! I do NOT need a phone call from the school telling me that you were prancing around practically naked," Mom said, her cheeks reddening. "Now, sit down and eat your dinner."

"Sure, sure. Who wants the potato with my foot in it?"

"Elle!"

And thus dinner went off without a hitch.

After pretending to text Sarah about what happened, I had to explain that I was controlled for the entire day (technically not lying) but then the helmet had died and started to malfunction (also not a lie). Mum calmed down and eventually left to visit one of her friends, Stacy went upstairs and I cleaned up the dishes as I thought about what to do now since I had a night to kill.

Maybe I should go online shopping. School was tommorow and you can't wear miniskirts there. But there were no restrictions about lingerie, provided that it was covered of course. Decisions, decisions.

Lost in thought, I wandered up to Elle's room to open her laptop but then Stacy blocked the door.

A wide smile hung on her face, like she had just won the lottery.

I was gonna ask what she wanted but then she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my room. Oh no.

I wanted to fight back but any resistance would have been suspicious so I just quietly marched into my room, where Stacy presented my limp body.

"So, Ben? Want to tell me what this is?"