A peek into the real world...

(I'm just gonna post this now as a chapter but I'm gonna add more to it later. If I remember that is.)

Manda was left speechless when she realized where she was. She stood before what appeared to be giant, circular shaped screens. Well, they were more like windows as she could see clearly from the perspective of her real body’s eyes.

“I’m trapped…in my own head?” Manda gasped, watching as her body played with itself, naked, in front of her bathroom mirror with a grin on its face.

She was so enthralled watching her body move on its own, feeling the sensations, she barely noticed the space around her began to fill with light.

“Enjoying the show?” A feminine voice called from behind her.

Manda’s back straightened at the realization of not being alone, carefully turning around to see who or what she was sharing her head with.

“Boo!” The voice boomed, causing Manda to back into the window and slide to the floor.

Her heart rate was speeding, finding herself surrounded by giant, floating disembodied copies of her body parts. She was dumbfounded at the sight of each part above her that gained sentience: her right hand, right foot, right breast, and mouth composed one half of the circle while her left hand, left foot, left breast, and asshole made up the rest.

Manda struggled to catch her breath as she saw her right hand giggle, leading her to believe that’s who scared her.

“W-what’s going on here?” Manda croaked.

“What does it look like?” Her left foot boomed, causing Manda to cover her ethereal ears.

“We’re here because you get to suffer like we did!” Her mouth chimed in, with her own voice, albeit far louder than Manda ever could at the top of her lungs.

“I-I don’t…what do you mean suffer?” Manda asked, genuinely curious.

She watched as her body parts flexed and collectively scoffed at her question, as if they were deeply offended by it.

“Can you believe this idiot?” Her left hand loudly whispered to her left foot.

Manda helplessly watched her parts chatter in front of her, all while she felt her physical body step into the shower. She got goosebumps at the sensation of getting wet while Manda herself wasn’t in water.

“Maybe I can clear the air…” A familiar, yet sinister voice called.

All the other parts became silent as they turned to face the center of the circle. Another light shined down as a giant floating copy of her sentient womanhood appeared out of thin air.

“Don’t even bother asking where you are, I’m only half-certain you can put together where you are but I’ll spare you the critical thinking. Welcome, Manda, to your own brain. Well, I should say MY brain now…” Mandy snickered.

“What the hell do you mean yours? This is my brain, my body, and most of all you all are just parts of ME!” Manda shrieked with new found courage, standing directly in front of her smirking pussy.

“I’m sure you’d like to believe that, and normally that’d be true.”

“So what’s the issue? Are you just tired of being the parts you are? I mean I could walk around less, and, and be more careful with papercuts…”

Manda looked around as she started making promises, only to see all her body parts “staring” at her. When she finally fell silent, her mind filled with laughter.

“You think we’re not happy with the jobs we have? I’m a foot! I’m made for walking!” Her right foot chuckled, wiggling its toes as it laughed.

“You think a couple of papercuts are gonna make this happen, who do you think I am?” Her right hand added as it flipped her off.

Manda started to tear up, the entire time all of this was happening to her, none of her parts ever elaborated anything for her to guess what had them upset. Suddenly, the laughing stopped. Manda looked up, puzzled at what made them collectively stop.

She looked through the windows and noticed water was starting to block the view. She then saw fingers come into view to wipe away said water to clear her physical body’s eyes.

“Are those…tears? How did you do that?” Her right tit asked.

“No matter, everything will make sense when we have him…” Mandy growled. “Which reminds me, it’s time for your punishment…”

“Punishment?” Manda asked, before everything went black briefly.

Manda found herself in the shower as her body was, but her perspective was far lower than it should be. She felt the water hitting her skin, and felt her hands still moving across her body but far weaker than before. One hand even brushed by her view, and once it made contact, Manda just about exploded in pleasure as it felt like her entire body was on fire.

The hand then stuck fingers into what felt like her mouth, except she had no teeth or tongue. But Manda barely cared, she wanted her hand to keep massaging her and go deeper. She was swimming in sensations as pleasure kept washing over her. Just a little more, and Manda would get sweet release.

And then her hand removed itself.

Manda felt robbed, **** and needy for something to be shoved into her new form. But after a couple seconds passed by, it became clear that she was now her own pussy after hearing her own voice giggle above her…