Stealth Control - NT Resort - Chap 2

I woke up the next morning feeling sore. Very sore. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and stumbled to my feet. I was in one of the hotel rooms of the resort, but it was a mess. There were clothes strewn around the room, piles of bottles and cold pizza laying on the floor, and someone’s bra was hanging off the ceiling fan.

What had happened last night? It was a bit of a blur. After I jumped off the bar and almost broke my back I’d decided to calm myself down with a beer. That quickly turned into five, and then the shots had come out…

I vaguely remembered being naked for most of the night, and apparently pretending to be a girl for a little while. That was weird.

How much of last night was me? How much was it the rich kids controlling me?

I shook my head, and was rewarded with an angry flare from my headache. Was it possible to figure out when I’m the one in control? Suffice to say I certainly never drank that much by myself.

And what had happened to Uni and Luna? Last I’d seen of them they were making out by the pool, but that was hours ago now. They were both clearly being controlled, I hope they hadn’t been made to drink as much as I had.

I gingerly got dressed and stumbled into the hallway. Luna and Uni had probably been left passed out in a room somewhere like I was, so I hoped I might be able to find them before breakfast. Most of the rooms I walked past had open doors, the controller’s not being too worried about privacy -- after all, these weren’t their rooms, or their bodies. I glanced into each one as I went along -- empty, empty, pile of naked guys, empty, satanic ritual, empty, couple having sex…

I stopped in the doorway of a room where a blonde girl was sipping a cup of tea as she looked out her balcony at the rising sun outside.

“Luna?”

The blonde girl turned around, and her face twisted into a smug little smile. It wasn’t Luna, but I recognised her.

“Oh. Hi, Vikky.”

I knew Vikky from college, she’d clearly come here from spring break too. She looked like a princess and spoke like a sailor. She wasn’t one of those ‘mean girl’ types, but I hated her just the same -- she never let me forget that she always got better grades that I did. Barely.

“Hey shithead.” said Vikky, still grinning. “Had a rough night, then?”

“Yeah... how’d you get off so lightly?”

I gestured around the room, it was mostly neat and tidy. The bed had been slept in, rather than the floor, and there were only a few wine glasses sitting on the bedside table.

“Hah, you know.” Vikky chuckled, and gestured to the bathroom. “I just made some friends. Hey, Brittney!”

A man’s voice called back.

“One second!”

I looked at Vikky, surprised.

“These controller’s aren’t all rich jocks and old men, Pete-y boy.” Vikky laughed. “Some of them are rich cheerleaders.”

Brittney chose that moment to come out of the bathroom and I was greeted by the sight of a huge muscle bound dude, shirtless, and wearing only a towel. He gave me a dainty little wave.

“She’s controlling a guy?” I asked, surprised.

“Sure”, said Vikky, “Why not?”. She glanced at Brittney’s towering figure and grinned. “Leave that dude outside for a moment, would you? Pete and I have a bit of a score to settle.”

“You want me to jump him for you?” Brittney asked, her deep voice cracking as if she was trying to push it into a higher pitch.

“Ya, that’d be great.”

“Hey, what?” I spluttered.

The huge guy walked out of the room, still wearing only a towel. I could have sworn he was hiding a boner too.

“You came all the way in here, we might as well have some fun before letting you go, ay?”

I turned to go. “Nooooo, thank you. Tell Brittney too bad, I’m not her toy-- “. I cut myself off and turned back to Vikky, a little smile playing onto my face.

“Orrrrr maybe I am!” I said perkily. I sighed inwardly. Who knew what games Vikky would get up to if I let Brittney control me? She was always tormenting me, that one.

I waltzed over to her and stood, hands on hips. “What do you want me to make him do?”

My voice sounded kinda funny, higher pitched than normal, like I was straining it up.

“Oh, I don’t know.” said Vikky, “I just wanna embarrass him a little!”

“Hmmmm”, I said, patting my chest absently “We could play a bit of dress up?”

“Hah, okay. Let me pick something out.”

Whatever would get Vikky to let me go quickly, I suppose. I figured if I played along for a bit, I could get out of here before Brittney possessed me.

I sauntered over to the vanity by the wall and studied my face in the mirror. “He looks a bit girly already!” I chirped, “This will be an easy transformation!”

Vikky had picked out a tight purple dress from her wardrobe, sleeveless and form-fitting. She threw it at me.

“Chuck him in this one!”

I picked up the dress and held it in front of me, not too sure how to actually slip it on. I quickly stripped out of my shorts regardless.

“Hehe”, I giggled, looking at the bulge in my underwear. “This will never get old!”

Vikky helped me to pull the dress over my head. It was extremely tight, I could barely breathe in it. She handed me a couple of rolled up socks, which I stuffed in the front where my boobs should be.

“This feels kinda funny!” I told her, “Like, I wear dresses like this all the time, but it feels weird on this body.”

“Well, it’s definitely not the right size!” Vikky laughed, struggling to pull up the zipper. “C’mon, let’s do your makeup.”

She sat me down and started attacking my face with an onslaught of various powders and creams. I had no idea what she was doing as she brushed a darker powder around my jaw. What was that one even for?

“Don’t forget the blush!” I giggled.

I did my own eyeliner. For some reason that felt easier than getting Vikky to do it, which was weird. Instead, Vikky painted my nails a hot-pink colour. I hoped I could get out of here soon, I would have thought Brittney would have been able to drop off that big guy by now. Maybe she got held up.

“Damn, girl!” Vikky said. “He doesn’t look half bad!”

I stared at myself in the mirror. Apart from the dress squeezing me like a **** device, and my short hair clashing with the vibe, I actually looked kind of… pretty?

I found a pair of ridiculously tall heels by the door and **** my oversized feet into them -- they were obviously like five sizes too small. Still, I strutted around the room like a pro, swinging my hips side to side like I was on a catwalk.

“Noice.” said Vikky, watching me. She slapped my ass as I walked past, which I tried to jiggle for her. It didn’t seem to have the bounce for it, though.

“Okay! Okay! I want to see his reaction!” I laughed.

Wait, who’s reaction?

I stood there, grinning at Vikky, and felt myself shiver slightly… my grin faltered.

I… what was I doing?

I looked down. Why had I put this on? I could remember it perfectly, but the reasons didn’t make any sense. What did I expect Brittney to do to me that was any worse than this? The controller’s weren’t allowed to actually harm the bodies they inhabited.

“What the hell…” I whispered.

Vikky laughed at the look of shock on my face. “Feeling a bit funny, big guy?”

I stared at her. “Was I just controlled?” I asked. She laughed even harder. I blushed. Of course I was.

“Very funny!” I said, trying to pull the dress off. It was too damn tight! I stomped towards the door as I tugged at it, finally freeing myself with a rip. Before I could escape, however, Vikky grabbed my arm. She was blushing too.

“You’re a good sport about this!” she said, her voice strangely high pitched. “I really enjoyed being in your body. Take care of it for me!”

Then she rose onto her tippy toes and kissed me on the lips.

“Off you go!”

I stumbled out the door, half naked, kicking off my ridiculous heels. Alright, I thought, if Vikky can make friends with a controller and muck around with me, then I can find somebody to do the same to her. I bet there are a million controller’s here who’d love to embarrass a hot tom-boy like her.

As I made my way down the hallway, I heard a Vikky’s voice shout. “Oh my god, Brittney! I can’t believe you made me kiss him!”