Sam heads to his sister's room

Sam found himself walking out into a familiar corridor, in entirely unfamiliar circumstances. The relative safety of his bedroom, discarded for the dangers of a household he had no idea who it still contained. Anyone could be up and about at this time on a Sunday morning… or they could all be long gone out into the sunshine, leaving him the lone lazybones; safe to suffer this embarrassment. The teen’s skin prickled. He had never walked out into the rest of the house naked, not even when **** for the bathroom in the dead of night. His skinny, unmasculine form unsettled him… always a target of pointed ridicule for his twin sister, and so different from the square-shouldered build of their older brother. It made him feel so utterly exposed to be without the usual, baggy clothing he hung off that slender frame, disguising what lay beneath.

Whoever it was controlling him had little care for such worries, though. They marched out through the door and stood square in the middle of the corridor, calmly assessing the potential directions. The door opposite was the open entry into the nearest bathroom… and the direction Sam very much hoped would be picked. If not for the plausible explanation of being caught naked, then at least for an opportunity to empty his increasingly complaining bladder. Thankfully, it would seem his not-so-benevolent patron was somewhat aware of this complaint, and indeed, led him straight into that tiled chamber.

But, however relieved he was to be able to… the actualities of going for a piss while guided completely by another offered a whole new low of humiliating awkwardness for Sam. It felt basically the same as stepping up to a public urinal and letting the stranger in the stall next to him reach over and handle his aim. Whoever had control of his body seemed to take several embarrassing seconds to work out how to get near the bowl. Just another layer of invasive shame to burn upon the back of Sam's neck.

There wasn’t time to wallow in it though. No sooner had the stranger shaken him dry, than they were turning the naked boy around and marching him off again, out into the dangers of the upstairs corridor. Any false hopes of being taken back to his own bedroom were soon dashed… Though at least the journey they did make was also quite short: Sam found himself headed straight for the bedroom adjacent to his own. Whether this was by accident or design on the part of his invisible controller, the teen did not know. Either way, all his heart could beat as his hand took grip of the handle… was a prayer that his twin sister had already got up and left for the day.