Take Josh's girlfriend back to the sorority house

"Babe, what's taking so long?" Courtney appears at your side, sliding her arm around your waist. Up close, she's even prettier—flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and a scent of expensive perfume. "You promised we'd dance after your game."

You smile down at her, already contemplating your next moves. Not only do you have access to Josh's basketball-toned body for the night, but you've also gained the perfect accomplice for your fraternity mission.

"Sorry, got distracted," you say in Josh's deeper voice, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Let's dance—and then maybe we could head back to your place after?"

She grins up at you, pressing her body against yours. "Someone's feeling frisky tonight. We'll see if you earn it on the dance floor first."

As she leads you by the hand toward the mass of dancing bodies, you catch a glimpse of your real form, peacefully "sleeping" in the corner. For the next twenty-four hours, you have a new body, a girlfriend in the target sorority, and a world of possibilities.

You pull Courtney close as you sway together on the crowded dance floor, her body warm against Josh's chest. The music pounds around you, but you're focused on your mission. You lean down, letting your lips brush against her ear.

"What do you think about heading back to your place after this song?" you suggest in Josh's deep voice. "I've been thinking about you all day."

Courtney tilts her head back, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. "My place? Not yours?" She runs her fingers along Josh's forearm. "That's different. Usually you hate the sorority house—all those girls and the 'no boys after midnight' rule."

You recover quickly, adopting Josh's easy confidence as you access his surface memories. "I just want to be wherever you are tonight." You slide your hands lower on her waist. "Besides, I thought maybe you could show me that new lingerie set your mom sent last week."

This seems to be the right thing to say. Courtney's eyes widen slightly, and she presses herself closer against you.

"How did you know about that? I haven't even worn it yet." A playful smile crosses her lips. "Were you snooping through my drawers, Josh Marshall?"

"Maybe I just pay attention when you talk," you reply, grateful for the accidental hit on information Josh apparently already knew. You twirl her once, pulling her back against your borrowed body. "So what do you say? Your place in fifteen minutes?"

Courtney checks her phone, glancing at the time. "Curfew's not for another two hours. And Zoe's still out with Professor Kennedy's TA..." She bites her lower lip, a decision clearly made. "Let's finish this drink first."

She leads you off the dance floor toward the kitchen where red cups are stacked beside multiple bottles of liquor. You watch as she mixes something fruity for herself and pours Josh's usual whiskey and Coke—a preference you've gleaned from his memories.

"To Friday nights," she toasts, clinking her cup against yours.

You maintain easy conversation as you drink, asking about her day and responding with appropriate nods and comments based on fragments of Josh's memories that float to the surface. With each passing minute, you're more confident in your performance, and Courtney seems entirely at ease.

"Ready to go?" you ask finally, setting down your empty cup.

Courtney nods, slipping her hand into yours. "Let me just text Amber that I'm bringing you back. She's on door duty tonight."

As you walk out of the Theta Sigma house with Courtney tucked under your arm, you catch a final glimpse of your actual body, still peacefully "sleeping" in the corner. No one has bothered it—just another lightweight freshman who couldn't handle their ****. By the time anyone might wonder about that guy in the corner, you'll be deep inside Kappa Beta territory with a legitimate reason to be there.

The night air feels electric against Josh's skin as you walk the three blocks toward Greek Row, where the sorority houses stand in a neat line of columns and well-kept lawns. The Kappa Beta house gleams white in the moonlight ahead, and inside those walls lies everything you need—access to countless drawers of sorority underwear, and hours alone with Courtney in her bedroom.

The Kappa Beta house welcomes you with warm golden light and the faint scent of vanilla candles as Courtney leads you through the front door. A girl with copper hair sits at a small desk in the foyer, looking up from her textbook with a practiced smile.

"Hey Court," she says, sliding a clipboard toward you both. "Josh, you know the drill."

"Hey Amber," you reply, signing Josh's name with surprising ease—his muscle memory guiding your borrowed hand across the paper. Underneath, you write the time and "Courtney's guest" in the designated spaces.

"Remember, midnight curfew for non-members," Amber recites mechanically, her attention already returning to her studies.

Courtney rolls her eyes and tugs you toward the grand staircase. "As if we don't know," she whispers, her fingers intertwining with yours. "She takes door duty way too seriously."

You ascend the stairs, observing everything around you with keen interest. The house is immaculate—framed composites of smiling sorority sisters line the walls, alongside awards and photographs of charity events. Your eyes catch on a floor plan mounted near the second-floor landing, mentally noting the layout for future reference.

"What are you looking at?" Courtney asks, noticing your wandering gaze.

"Just admiring the place," you say, squeezing her hand. "It's different seeing it without fifty people crammed in for a mixer."

She smiles, seemingly pleased by your interest. "Well, it's home."

The second floor hallway stretches before you, doors marked with decorative nameplates and whiteboards. Courtney leads you to the end where a door adorned with a glittery "C" stands slightly ajar. She pushes it open to reveal a surprisingly spacious single room—the perk of being social chair, you gather from Josh's memories.

"So..." Courtney closes the door behind you, turning the lock with a soft click. "About that lingerie..."

You step closer, placing Josh's large hands on her waist. "I'd love to see it," you murmur, studying her face—the delicate curve of her cheekbones, the expectant look in her eyes. This body responds to her instantly, a rush of testosterone and desire that feels different from your own—more aggressive, more confident.

"Give me five minutes," she says, grabbing a small pink bag from her dresser drawer. "Make yourself comfortable."

As she disappears into her attached bathroom, you take the opportunity to quickly scan the room. A shared wall with another bedroom, multiple dresser drawers that likely contain exactly what you need for your pledge task, and a window overlooking the side yard. You sit on her bed, bouncing slightly to test its firmness, enjoying the novel sensation of Josh's longer legs and broader shoulders.

The bathroom door opens, and Courtney emerges in a black lace bra with delicate red trim and matching panties. Her blonde hair falls loose around her shoulders, and she's removed her makeup, revealing a constellation of light freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"What do you think?" she asks, doing a slow turn. "Worth the wait?"

You feel Josh's body respond immediately, a rush of blood and heat that's intoxicating in its unfamiliarity. You've never experienced male arousal from this perspective before—direct, urgent, almost demanding.

"Absolutely worth it," you say, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Come here."

She saunters toward you, a confidence in her movements that suggests this is familiar territory for them both. When she reaches the edge of the bed, you pull her down onto your lap, marveling at how different she feels against this body—the weight of her, the scent of her skin, all processed through Josh's senses.

"You seem different tonight," she murmurs against your neck. "More intense."

"Maybe I just can't get enough of you," you reply, silencing further questions with a deep kiss.

You pull Courtney closer, marveling at how different it feels to touch her with Josh's larger hands. His body responds with an intensity that's foreign yet exhilarating—raw masculine desire that pulses through borrowed veins.

As your lips meet hers, you notice the subtle differences immediately. Josh's mouth experiences her taste differently, his height changes the angle, and his instincts guide your movements in ways your own body never would. You're both the participant and the observer, experiencing Josh's pleasure while watching through his eyes.

"You're so attentive tonight," Courtney whispers, tracing her fingers across Josh's chest as she unbuttons his shirt. "Usually you're in such a rush."

You smile, taking your time as you explore the curve of her waist with Josh's callused fingertips. "Maybe I just want to remember every detail."

Her lace bra comes off easily, and you experience the weight of her breasts against Josh's chest—a sensation entirely different from anything you've felt in your own body. When your hand cups her breast, Josh's palm covers it completely, and the jolt of pleasure that shoots through her body reflects in a gasp against your borrowed neck.

"Whatever's gotten into you tonight," she murmurs, "I like it."

If only she knew.

You take your time undressing her completely, studying her body through Josh's eyes, seeing details his memories haven't fully captured—a small birthmark on her inner thigh, the way her stomach tenses when you kiss her hipbone. Every reaction is filed away, every gasp a new discovery.

When she undresses you, you experience the novel sensation of her small hands working Josh's belt, tugging his jeans down muscular thighs. Your borrowed body stands naked before her, powerfully aroused in ways that feel simultaneously alien and intoxicating. Josh's cock responds to her touch with an urgency that makes your head swim—the sensation overwhelming in its difference from your own experiences.

"Protection?" she asks, reaching toward her nightstand drawer.

"Got it," you reply, grateful for Josh's muscle memory that guides you through the motions of applying the condom she hands you.

When you finally join your bodies together, the sensation nearly shorts out your consciousness. The tight heat engulfing Josh's cock sends shockwaves of pleasure so intense that you momentarily lose your sense of separation. You are Josh, you are Henri, you are neither and both—experiencing male pleasure through borrowed nerves while maintaining your voyeuristic detachment.

Courtney moves beneath you, her nails digging into Josh's broad shoulders, leaving marks you won't have to bear in your own flesh tomorrow. "Josh," she gasps, "right there."

You oblige, angling Josh's hips exactly as she needs, watching her face contort with pleasure. There's power in this body that yours doesn't possess—strength in the arms that hold her, depth in the voice that groans against her ear.

"Look at me," you command in Josh's deep timbre.

She opens her eyes, connecting with yours in a moment of startling intimacy. If only she knew she was staring into a stranger's consciousness, that behind Josh's familiar brown eyes lurks your observing mind.

The thought pushes you closer to the edge, and Josh's body responds with building pressure, a coiling tension so different from your own experience of orgasm. When it hits, it's a full-body explosion that temporarily blinds you with its intensity—waves of pleasure crashing through unfamiliar nerve endings, Josh's voice crying out from your borrowed throat.

Afterward, Courtney curls against Josh's side, her blonde hair spilling across his chest. "That was...different," she says softly. "Amazing, but different."

You kiss her forehead, heart still pounding with Josh's post-orgasmic pulse. "Different good?"

"Definitely good." She traces patterns on his chest. "Just felt like you were really present, you know? Like you were discovering me for the first time."

You smile at how accidentally perceptive she is. "Maybe I see something new every time I look at you."

She rolls her eyes but smiles, clearly pleased. "Smooth talker. You can stay past midnight with lines like that."