Mackenzie - Her sorority sister who needs a body for her boyfriend

Casey's body gasps as it regains consciousness. She gathers herself before she starts to check herself out, "First time offering your body? Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

She gets up and starts to look through her clothes. "Sorry pledge, I've got a date that would be way more fun in your body. God, don't you have anything sexier than this?"

You open Casey's closet and rifle through her wardrobe with growing frustration. The pledge clearly favors comfort over style—lots of hoodies, jeans, and casual tops that scream 'I'm here to study, not to fuck.'

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, pushing hangers aside with increasing urgency. "How does this girl expect to get laid wearing this shit?"

Finally, pushed to the back of the closet, you discover potential. A short black dress with spaghetti straps that would hug Casey's curves perfectly. You pull it out, holding it against the body you're temporarily inhabiting.

"Now we're talking," you say, tossing it onto the bed. Digging deeper, you find a pair of strappy heels that must have been worn exactly once—probably for senior prom.

You strip off the boring jeans and t-shirt Casey was wearing, standing in front of her full-length mirror in just her underwear. The body isn't bad—perky tits, flat stomach, legs that go on for days. Your boyfriend Valerie is going to lose his mind when he sees you in this new package.

"Not bad for a freshman pledge," you murmur, running your hands over Casey's hips. "I might have to borrow this body more often."

As you slip the black dress over your head, your phone chimes with a notification. It's the BodyBnB app confirming your possession will last exactly seven days, as per the sorority's hazing requirements.

The dress fits perfectly, hugging every curve. You twirl in front of the mirror, admiring how Casey's ass looks in it. The hemline barely covers the essentials.

"Sorry, Casey," you laugh, digging through her underwear drawer. "I'm definitely not wearing these granny panties with this dress."

You swap them for the sexiest pair you can find—a black thong that leaves little to the imagination. Slipping on the heels, you're ready for your date.

Grabbing Casey's purse, you make sure her ID and keys are inside. "Time to take this body for a real test drive," you mutter, applying a final coat of lipstick that's much redder than anything Casey would normally wear.