Mind games

Anne woke up refreshed, renewed, like she had just finally processed the night before and reveled in the glory of what her body was capable of. The events from the other day had been an awakening, in more ways than one! She again prepared her breakfast and showered as usual, but her choice of attire for the day departed from her usual fare. While Miss O'Neill always erred on the side of caution with her wardrobe with making sure everything was covered and professional--despite the fact that her body made any outfit look stunning--she pushed her luck with her next outfit. Her pants really hugged tight at her hips, showing off the shape of her rear quite easily. She'd chosen a shirt with a slightly lower cut, and spent a good long while posing in front of the mirror, admiring herself. The only thing that thrilled her more was that others would be admiring her as well.

This was the case for the next two days, as her attire grew slightly showier, maybe even more in line with what a student might wear versus a teacher--after all, she was playing the part of one during the audits! While clearly older than her 'classmates', she was still a young, feisty woman who didn't look too far removed from actual high school life, when she used some trendier, more casual clothes.

James, and others, had some serious challenges keeping focused in any class Anne was in. The way she leaned slightly forward in her seat, to show off cleavage to anyone who turned to look at her, or the way she wandered to and from Lucas's desk in each class, mesmerized scores of students. She knew she could command so much attention, and it only excited her more that everyone's eyes were on her. James's girlfriend, Ivy, would whack James's shoulder if he spent too long staring, even though Miss O'Neill would happily wink and wave at her favorite student, showing him more attention than anyone else. That only made her smile to herself, that eyes were all on her. Somehow, she was able to be covert enough about it, or her coworkers just didn't care--or themselves appreciated a bit of eye candy in their classes.

The study sessions with James oozed with teasing, games, joking, with just a hint of actual academic progress. Anne felt like she'd been good friends with James for more than his time at high school. Maybe she'd known him in a past life or something, she wondered... but she felt more at ease around him than even her closer coworkers. She didn't ponder it too hard. But, she would make all sorts of teasing advances towards him--hugging, brushing against his crotch, lingering a little too long if she leaned over him to check his work for a chemistry problem. At times, she would remove some of her clothes when James would win in a game, which she often let him do even if she had the upperhand, since she wanted to be seen by him. As long as the conference room was locked and they weren't too loud, nobody bothered them, principal's orders.

At home on Thursday night, Miss O'Neill was relaxing after a busy day, sprawled out on a couch watching a sci-fi TV show. She never watched these, but something inside her felt the urge to try it, and to her surprise, she was finding the plot gripping! Things were getting to the good part...

And then she froze. Full cognitive stop. Anne couldn't think, couldn't do, other than basic bodily functions. She breathed and stared straight ahead for a good five minutes, paralyzed upon the couch without even realizing it.

When Anne came to, she felt strange... different. Like this was again the first time she was seeing herself. She looked down at her attire, pinching at the showy t-shirt she had slipped into, before standing up. Everything seemed so strange, all of a sudden, was this some sort of disassociation episode? Who even was she anymore? Sure, she was Anne, but it felt like she was somehow an intruder in her own house, glancing around to orient herself. She rested a hand on her chest, her hips, patting around her body. Everything felt like it was all in the right place, but something excited her about her hands touching the body. "Amazing, I can't believe it," she said to herself. Even then, she wasn't sure what she couldn't believe... that she was still herself? How odd to utter things like that to nobody.

Suddenly she was paralyzed once more, collapsing onto the couch again. Another few minutes passed, and then she blinked her eyes, glancing at herself again, and stretched out on the couch. Something about that brief episode seemed to inspire some new ideas in her mind, but it felt like she'd had some sort of inner dialogue with... herself? And it concluded with a simple thought: she needed James to come to her place Saturday. She would clear her schedule, he could say he was visiting a friend in the hospital. She texted Chase, letting him know she was going to be busy that weekend so he wouldn't interrupt her plans. She was going to show James a new side of her, she decided then and there, and she couldn't help but touch herself at the thought!

Friday came and went like a blur. Miss O'Neill passed the plan onto an uncertain James, who claimed he was planning to spend time with his girlfriend that weekend. Anne rolled her eyes, and said to not worry about it, what she had planned was more important, and provided details like her address and an early meetup time. Reluctantly, he agreed, and texted Ivy later that day to say he was going to be busy Saturday so they should spend some time Sunday instead. Ivy sent a frowny emoji, but then texted a simple, cryptic 'I know you'll have fun!' back at him.

James arrived at Anne's house really early Saturday morning on bike, she only lived a few blocks away in town even though he'd not been to that area in the city since trick-or-treat as kids. He parked his bike out front, and hurried inside before dawn, with the door left open.

The stairs creaked, and soon Miss O'Neill came into view--wearing a silky lavender bathrobe with hints of gaping cleavage and her smooth legs below, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Ah, Mr. Hunter, how nice of you to join me this morning. I've been looking forward to your arrival." She still sounded just like the teacher James knew, even with someone else steering her all about. "I've made some pancakes, care for some? Come in, take a seat at the table, can I get you any juice or water?"

James entered, and sat as instructed. "J...uice." He couldn't muster up any other words, as Anne sauntered about, leaning over every so often to stick her rear out at James, or to let her robe show a little more cleavage than she intended before. With a smile, she poured him a glass, and set a plate of pancakes to one side, as she took the other plate for herself.

As James ate, Anne watched, not even picking up her fork yet. "I just wanted to say. You've been a big help all week, with the stress of this whole neural stimulator thing. I've felt so relaxed around you, learning new things, feeling so close to you. I have a question though. How serious is it with you and Ivy?"

The question nearly caused James to **** on a pancake. He swallowed quickly, and glanced toward the door nervously, before looking back at Anne. He didn't want to betray his girlfriend, even though the authority and allure of Miss O'Neill seemed to prompt him to go further with her than he'd yet gone with his own girlfriend, solely at Luke's behest. "...We love each other. We're talking about going to college together and everything, if she can get lucky on this journalism scholarship she'd applied for."

Anne's expression turned serious, nodding a bit. "I see." She started to eat her own breakfast, and for a while the two ate in silence. As both worked through their pancakes in the awkward air that befell the room, Anne seemed to be building up some courage toward something, before she eventually reached into her robe's pocket, pulling out an envelope and sliding across the table.

"What's this?" James picked the envelope up, examining it.

Anne just stood up. "I don't know what's on it, it's from your girlfriend. But I really want you to read it. If you'll excuse me, I need to go get changed."

A letter from his girlfriend? As Anne departed--and as James watched her swaying rear vanish up the stairs again--he turned back toward the envelope. What the heck could this be? He dreaded the thought of opening it. Had Miss O'Neill convinced your girlfriend to break up with you, in writing? What a messed up thing for Luke to make her do...

With butterflies in his stomach, James tore into the envelope, and unfolded the document. It was definitely Ivy's handwriting.

Dear James,

Luke told me everything.

...Oh no. Here it comes.

I visited him in the hospital Thursday. He was wearing this weird helmet when I showed up. He told me about how he's been inside Miss O'Neill's head, and everything makes a lot more sense. Kind of. He even let me try for a bit.

This was not the letter James had been expecting to be reading anymore. Surprised, he continued on.

I know what he was trying to do with her to you, and I put a stop to it. But right now you're at her house, aren't you? There's a good reason for that. I'm at the hospital right now with Luke. If anyone's going to do anything with you, it's going to be me. Luke is pretty sure that the mask on Miss O'Neill's face can be removed now, so I'm getting it tomorrow and Luke will be my 'subconscious' for our date.

But for Saturday, I get to wear the transmitter. Luke has to do some X-Rays and physical therapy anyway, so I am 'babysitting' a body for the day. Consider this a precursor to Sunday, so don't get too worn out today. Love you lots! And I'm gonna prove it.

XOXO

--Ivy

James reached the last sentence just as Anne returned down the stairs, pausing in front of James with a nervous expression on her face. She felt different from how she had a few minutes ago, once again feeling new, but like she was about to make some big, possibly regrettable, decisions. But that wasn't what caught James's attention! Instead, it was the skirt and shirt that Anne wore, the white blouse and skirt in particular looked almost identical to ones Ivy would wear. In fact, her hair was styled in a similar sort of wavy appearance.

"So, I don't know what came over me, you might think this is kind of silly," Anne said in a hushed voice, her demeanor so different from just minutes ago when she was so suggestive and confident. "I was thinking, though. I know you like Ivy, love her even. What if just for today, you spend time with me, but we just pretend I'm your girlfriend Ivy? I think I've got the look down, I definitely feel like a nervous schoolgirl."

Miss O'Neill stepped forward, as she took a seat in the chair across from James again. "In fact... please, uh... call me Ivy today. Gosh, I really don't know what's going on, I feel like a mess all of a sudden! I was thinking today was going to go so smoothly, but now I can't get two thoughts straight. Just, it would make me feel so much better if you would do that for me, Jim. Call me Ivy. Let me be your Ivy, just for today. And I'll... find ways to make it worth your while, all day. Treat me like I am her, but also--treat me like a woman deserves from her guy." She smiled sweetly, in a way instantly recognizable to James as completing Ivy's look.

James almost fainted, seeing what almost looked like Ivy's brain had been transferred into his sexy teacher's body! It was hard to believe, but her mannerisms, despite still coated with a veneer of Anne, definitely reminded James of Ivy. An Ivy with fiery red hair instead of her typical blonde, with breasts threatening to pop out of her typical school attire, looking like the sexiest student in the school... and she wanted James to do things with her that Ivy normally wouldn't have allowed. Was this because she had someone else's body under her command? And what about tomorrow, with Luke driving his girlfriend instead..?

James felt ready to panic, but he didn't know if he wanted to rush out toward the door like this was some sort of test or con or something on Luke's part... or was this serious, and Ivy was giving James a free pass with this body so long as Ivy was controlling it? He better think fast, opportunities like this might have risk, but they weren't going to be frequent! And 'Ivy' was starting to look a little more nervous as time went on...