You have to assume that Shannon can see everything you do

That must be it. She’s seeing all of this. After all, she’s fully conscious, because you are, and her mind hasn’t gone anywhere else.

And if that’s the case, she’s going to have a lot to say when you - and her - are finally back to normal. She's in this mess with you, and it's up to you to protect her. You’re going to treat her body respectfully from now on.

Shannon’s body seems to react on its own sometimes. But, if she were conscious and someone else was in complete control of her, she’d be freaking out, wouldn’t she? You would if it happened to you.

So, if Shannon is freaking out and her body isn’t, what you’ve felt is just her body’s **** reactions. And you only noticed it when she was turned on…

You admit it, what you’ve been feeling is definitely Shannon getting turned on. You just didn’t want to think about it because now you know exactly what it feels like to be turned on as a woman. Which you’re not.

That’s it, you’re going to sleep. And you’re not going to cross the line by messing with Shannon’s body when she’s along for the ride.

You’re only going to do what’s absolutely necessary here. Shannon would have to do the same for you, so it’s fine.

You watch yourself - Shannon - undo the buttons on her white blouse in the mirror. One at a time. More and more of her pale skin is visible. You un-tuck her blouse from her skirt, the way you would un-tuck your own shirt from your pants, and undo the rest of her buttons.

Shannon’s blouse falls open. Her white bra holds her tits together on her chest, forming a deep cleavage that her blouse hid from view. She’s getting aroused, you can feel it.

You cup her tits through her bra. The disconcerting feeling is back: that the tits you’re grabbing are not your own, but at the same time someone is grabbing YOUR tits. But they’re not yours. They’re Shannon’s. You take your - her - hands off them.