*interrupted by a knock at the door*

You hear a knock at the door and panic, shooing Garrett to hide in the corner. He nods as you go to open it. You open the door to see a man. Its Klyde, your RA. He's a total stickler for the rules, a real pain in the ass for you. He's always knocking on your door to complain about something you've done.

"Good Morning!" he says in a chipper tone, "Is Garrett in there. I need to speak with both of you."

"What about?" you say.

"I'm afraid there has been a few noise complaints" Garrett says, matter of factly. You knew for a fact there wasn't any, he just had some sick power trip.

"Well..." you suddenly have an idea, "Come on in," you say opening the door. He nods and walks inside.

As he turns to see Garrett, ass out on the floor, you focus all of your willpower on him, and *click* you feel your essence travel into him. You feel Klyde's body fill with your essence and the thud of your **** body falls to the ground.

"What the fuck?" Garrett stammers, walking over to your old body. You smile in Klyde's body, this never got old.

"Don't worry, he will be fine," You say as Klyde, "Can I tell you a secret Garrett,"

"Umm...okay,"

"Even though I'd never admit to it, even acknowledge it...but I'll do anything that man tells me. I'm his little beta. He can ignore all my boundaries and I won't even notice. It's second nature for him to control me. I'm not attracted to him, his commands give me no added pleasure, but I'm **** for his respect." You crouch over your **** body. You were going to have fun messing with Klyde.

"ummm...ok..."Garrett says, "that's kinda a lot,"

You puts a hand on your old shoulder and *click* you feel your consciousness snaps back.

"You okay?" Garrett says.

"Yeah never better," you say getting up. Klyde cleared his throat.

"Garrett, I don't believe your clothes are to dress code," Klyde says as you get up.

"You're the one that barged into our room complaining. He can dress how he wants." You say and Klyde stammers.

"I...guess you're right." Klyde says and you smile.

"Who complained about the noise anyway? Tell me the truth." you smirk.

"It...was me." he says slowly.

"But we weren't making any noise," Garrett said.

"Why did you do it?" you say, taking a step closer to him. You are practically breathing the same air. Klyde didn't seem to be bothered by you invading his space.

"I wanted to...I thought it would be fun." he said, "I sometimes make things up, just to get people in trouble."

"That's not very nice Klyde," you say, slipping a hand under his shirt. Klyde didn't flinch away, but he didn't seem particularly aroused either. "Got a girlfriend Klyde?" you ask.

"Yep, Shannon," he says as you move your hand over his chest. He might not look it but he was definitely built.

"Shannon...Shannon...where have I heard that name before." you say, "Oh yeah, Slut Shannon. That's her nickname right?"

"Yeah...Slut Shannon." Klyde repeats back, that sounds about right.

"Right...and why is she called Slut Shannon," you say, squeezing his pec.

"Because people are mean and call her names," Klyde says. You frown, truthfully you hadn't thought that one out.

"No, it's because Shannon is a slut," you say.

"She's a slut. My girlfriend is a slut," Klyde says.

"You wanna know what I think," you say and Klyde nods.

"I think she would fuck anything with a pulse because you can't ever satisfy her right." you say, you slide your hand down his stomach, toward his pants. You give his crotch a squeeze. "I mean in fairness you don't seem to have a lot to work with."

"what do you mean?" Klyde asks. You lean in and whisper.

"I mean between that pathetic cock of yours and your little bitch persona, how could she ever get off on that." you say.

"I..." he stammers, but you cut him off.

"Shut up," you say, spitting in his face. He does and you can't help but smirk. You give his ass a slap, then grab it.

"Do you mind me doing this to you," you ask him as you squeeze his ass.

"No," he mutters, "you can do that."

"Really," you say, "How about this?"