You check on your body

Too antsy now that a plan had been set in motion, you got up and found yourself pacing up and down the living room.

From the kitchen, Dave whistled as he finished up the dishes.

Curious how you looked from the outside, you went to watch.

You walked into the entryway of the kitchen and leaned your bare shoulder against the door frame, watching Fake Dave pilot your body from behind. You folded your arms under your breasts, shivering at the sensation of pushing your chest up slightly on your arms.

Tall, black hair, good shoulders. Your body wore an old t-shirt you got at a concert and a pair of basketball shorts. You weren't muscular, but neither were you weak. You did some light reps every morning before heading out to work.

You examined your own arms now. Thin, soft, delicate. You shivered again, your nipples hardening, and something tingling in your stomach.

Mm.

"Dave," you said.

Fake Dave perked up, as if surprised to hear your voice. "Oh. Carrie. I almost forgot you were here," he said, laughing.

Of course he would. You ordered him to only passingly acknowledge your existence.