Phone a friend

As 'Ivy' stood there in a hopeful nervousness, patting her hands against her legs restlessly, James had to confirm something. "Oh, is my phone buzzing? I think it's buzzing. I'll, uh, be right back." James scrambled at the speed of light out of the kitchen, which seemed to only worry the girl further as she watched him run away. Had she gone too far in pretending? She thought she'd done a pretty decent imitation, why would James be anything but receptive to the idea?

James pulled out his phone, and searched through his contacts, calling Luke's cell. It rang a few times, before his exasperated friend answered.

"What's up dude?" Luke still sounded weak and tired, but it was still him. More importantly, it was him without the helmet--had he still been controlling Miss O'Neill, there wouldn't have been a response.

James leaned against the wall, glancing back to the doorway leading to the kitchen. "So that's really her?"

"...Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking. You utter, absolute nerd, of course it's her! Don't ruin a good thing, bud! Is she sexy as hell? I bet she is. Ivy's slumped over in a chair near me, she'll be here today. I have to go in for X-Rays so I've got like five minutes, by the way."

James felt like he wanted to reach through the phone and shove Luke. "Why was she visiting you in the hospital?"

"Because she has a friggin' heart, man! Come on, Ivy's my friend too you know. Look, I get that it's weird, frankly I wish I was back in Miss O'Neill right now, but after Ivy disconnected me, I started to feel real weird about the fact that I'd gotten mixed up in some of Anne's feelings. The seventy percent of me that's friends with you mixed up with thirty percent of her that interpreted it as attraction. It's like a constant dream in this tandem mode though, I was believing I was her, so it's hard to step back and reflect so easily. Ivy's gonna be the same way, by the way, while she's playing the subconscious."

Footsteps sounded in the kitchen, and James stepped further away to make sure he wasn't being eavesdropped. "I'm just surprised she would go through with this. It makes it sound like Anne is gonna, y'know."

"Well yeah. I wanted to. It's messed up, I know, but if I were in her head and I thought that was all really me, I probably would've gone through with it. After what Chase did to me, just... I mean, did to Anne. Uh. Anyway. Ivy disconnected me on Thursday, I started to feel gross about it, but we sort of had to figure something out. Ivy actually offered to control Anne while I took a breather, she liked the idea that she could try some sexy stuff with an experienced body and mind, and her own body would be unchanged. ...Well, until tomorrow. She's going to help with an experiment after I get Anne to give her the mask, I want to see if she can recognize when I'm pushing her to do something."

James wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he was already in deep with a teacher who didn't even know she was being puppeteered by teenagers. He was already in deep. "Fine, whatever. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now."

"Yeah, I get that. Your girlfriend just stuck her brain in one of the hottest women we've ever known in real life, of course you would be overwhelmed! Oh, they're gonna bombard me with radiation now. Go do something with your girlfriend already! I mean seriously, c'mon man, why are you wasting your time on the phone!"

James hung up after saying goodbye, and then slipped back into the kitchen. Anne was looking down at the table, her hands leaning on the back of a chair, feet tapping nervously. She glanced up at James, looking more nervous, slightly less hopeful, as time went on.

"Sorry about that, I really needed to just take care of something. I'm ready for our day of fun. ...Ivy."

Anne smiled wide when James used that name with her. "Oh, James. My wonderful boyfriend, I'm so glad!" She hurried over to give James a big hug, pressing those breasts tight against James's body, likely as intentionally as possible. Her confidence started to grow as the illusion deepened. To be fair, the only one who thought it was an illusion was the conscious part of Anne--everyone else in the mix knew that an actual part of Ivy controlling this amazing woman's body without her knowledge perpetuated the belief. "Now, what should we do first? Hmm..." She smiled a bit, mischief rolling around in her head. "I can't believe we've snuck into the teacher's house while she was away. There's gotta be a ton of fun stuff in here to find, don't you think? We should snoop around!"

James wasn't sure why he agreed, but he nodded along, letting this weird roleplay persist. Anne took James's hand, guiding him through the house. Unintentionally, Anne gave James a tour of her whole living area, showing him all kinds of interesting things--her car, her collection of tiny ceramic animals, her liquor cabinet. Most of those things seemed like they would be useful at some point.

Anne led James up to the bedroom, with a giggle. She was having so much fun! It was thrilling to assume someone else's identity, and pretending to be Ivy was perfect! She felt like it was so easy to get into that role. "This must be the teacher's bedroom... she's so cute, I bet she brings all kinds of guys around here. But now it can be just us!" Anne leaned in to kiss James's cheek, surprisingly convincing as a bustier, red-headed Ivy with all her subtle behaviors.

"Yeah, uh, she really knows how to... decorate. You sure you don't want to go downstairs and turn on a show? Like one of your home-and-garden shows you love so much?"

Anne shook her head. "I do love those shows a lot, but we're in the hottest teacher's most private place, and I want to put on a show of my own for you here. Close your eyes, Jim."

James did as instructed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and closing his eyes. He heard rustling and zipping, but he remained still with his eyes shut obediently, waiting. "When can I open them?"

"Juuuuuuust one... okay. Mister Hunter, I can't believe you're late to class again!"

When James opened his eyes and looked at Anne, he had to hold himself back from laughing. The grinning girl across the room was holding a ruler in her hand, tapping it against her other palm. What was so amusing was that Ivy had managed to coerce the consciousness of Anne to dress up like 'slutty teacher' instead of just a regular one. Anne was now a caricature of a schoolteacher, wearing those slim-frame glasses at the tip of her nose, her hair pulled tightly back. The lacy black bra was clearly visible through the white blouse, one that looked a size too small with how tight it was on her body as it showed a considerable midriff underneath. The skirt she had chosen was itself quite short, with pinstripes that added the barest illusion of length on her body. Her argyle knee-length socks, and a truly impressive set of heels, completed the whole ensemble!

Anne stepped forward, slowly. "What do you have to say for yourself, Mister James Hunter?"

"I'm... uh, sorry," James said, starting to let Anne's dedication to the scene immerse him in the plot. "I know I'm late, but it won't happen again!"

"I'm going to see to it that you don't. We're going to have a pop quiz! A lesson on anatomy." Anne ran her hands along her body, glancing to the side as she showed off her form to James, again excited by the eyes upon her in this one-person show. James still couldn't get over this play-within-a-play, with Anne's body, housing part of Ivy's mind as a subconscious, pretended to be Ivy, who was now trying to roleplay as a teacher! It all came full-circle in the weirdest possible way.

Part of James wanted to ask Anne to dial it back a bit, as it already felt so awkward being here in the first place. But the other part wanted her to really lay it on thick, and teach him a thing or two!