Take your new body’s clothes and finger yourself

Standing alone in your dorm room, you look down at Eliza's hands—your hands now—and feel a surge of curiosity mixed with desire. The door is locked, your roommate is away, and your original body lies peacefully on the bed as if in deep sleep. The perfect opportunity to explore.

You move to the full-length mirror mounted on your closet door, taking in Eliza's reflection. She's wearing a simple outfit: a light blue V-neck sweater over a white tank top, paired with dark jeans that hug her curves. The small Kappa Beta Theta pendant rests against her collarbone, catching the light as her chest rises and falls with your quickening breath.

"Let's see what you're hiding under here," you whisper, using her voice—a strange sensation that sends a shiver down your spine.

You pull off the sweater first, feeling the static electricity make her chestnut hair float momentarily around her face. Next, you lift the tank top over her head, revealing a pale pink bra with delicate lace trim. Her skin is softer than yours, paler with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders that you hadn't noticed before.

"Not bad at all," you murmur, running her hands over her exposed midriff. Every touch feels different from what you're used to—more sensitive, the nerves responding in ways your original body never did.

You unbutton her jeans next, sliding them down legs that feel impossibly smooth. Matching the bra are pink cotton panties with a small bow at the waistband. You examine her body in the mirror—the gentle curves, the way her hips flare from her waist, the softness of her thighs.

"This is...incredible," you breathe, unclasping her bra with unfamiliar fingers that fumble slightly with the hook. Her breasts fall free—not large but perfectly proportioned to her frame, tipped with rosy nipples that stiffen as the cool air hits them.

You cup them experimentally, surprised at the immediate wave of pleasure that radiates from your touch. It's so different from your own body's responses—more diffuse, spreading across her chest rather than concentrated in one place.

"Oh," you gasp, pinching a nipple gently and feeling Eliza's body arch involuntarily. "That's nice."

Finally, you slide her panties down her legs, stepping out of them to stand completely naked before the mirror. You examine the unfamiliar territory between her legs—another person's most intimate area now temporarily yours to explore.

You lie back on your roommate's empty bed, spreading her legs and trailing her fingers down her stomach. When you finally touch her most sensitive spot, the sensation nearly makes you jolt upright. It's electric, intense in a way completely different from what you're used to with your male body.

"Fuck," you whisper with her voice, circling her fingers experimentally. The wetness builds quickly, her body responding eagerly to your touch. You slip one finger inside, then another, marveling at the internal sensation—feeling from both inside and outside simultaneously.

As you establish a rhythm, you watch your **** body on the other bed through Eliza's eyes. The juxtaposition is dizzying—pleasuring yourself in someone else's form while your true form lies dormant nearby. The forbidden nature of what you're doing intensifies everything, making her body respond even more dramatically.

Waves of pleasure build with unexpected speed as you find the perfect motion. Her body knows what it likes, and you're just following its cues, pressing harder against the spot that sends sparks through her nervous system. When orgasm finally crashes through Eliza's body, it's nothing like your own—it pulses in waves that seem to go on and on, making her back arch and her toes curl involuntarily.

As you lie there catching her breath, her phone buzzes from inside her backpack. Reality crashes back—you're still in someone else's body, and that someone else has obligations you know nothing about.