Follow Hayley to her room. (Body Control)

Hayley was a short girl with long, black hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a quiet nerdy demeanor that matched her looks very well.

As soon as she was alone in her room, she opened her bag and threw on her flannel pajamas, climbed into bed, and quickly found her place in her book. In a way, this unexpected delay was kind of nice. She didn’t like the cold, and was usually terrified of any kind of **** sport. Missing their stay at the ski lodge was no bother of hers. Staying huddled up in this quaint cabin in the middle of nowhere with a pile of books beside her seemed like a much better way to spend a spring break… with her friends nearby so she didn’t feel too isolated. Hayley may have been quiet to a fault, but that didn’t mean she was antisocial.

Currently, she was halfway through her second read through one of her favorite fantasy series. There was something about fantasy that spoke to her: shirtless muscular men with swords, buxom damsels with blouses torn halfway off, sorceresses casting spells on people that inconvenience them. How nice would it be to be able to cast some of those spells on people in real life?

Suddenly, Hayley felt a chill, despite her comfy pajamas and the thick blankets over her. She hiked the blankets up to her armpits, but that didn’t seem to help. That was strange; she hadn’t felt a draft. Maybe it was just her metabolism slowing down for the night, she figured, and tried to get back to her story.

But she had to reread the same paragraph three times. She just couldn’t get comfortable again. She lowered her book face down on her chest and looked up. As she looked around the room, she suddenly felt uneasy. She wasn’t one to be afraid of the dark, especially after reading fantasy, where ghosts and monsters were no match for the mighty hero, but suddenly she found herself afraid to look toward the dark shadows in the corners of the room and behind the furniture. There was a strange, unshakable feeling that she wasn’t alone in the room.

She thought about getting up and seeing if any of her friends were still hanging out in the living room, but that irrational discomfort eventually passed. Hoping to further calm herself, she kept reading. Besides, she was only about a chapter away from one of her favorite scenes in the series, a particularly explicit love scene that almost certainly wouldn’t make it into the movie adaptation, if one were to ever be made. That was one of the better reasons she liked this series so much. It wasn’t remotely shy about gratuitous, naughty love scenes, which was one of her guilty pleasures.

And so, Hayley read onward, page after page, absorbing herself in one of the many worlds she would much rather live in.

But somebody wasn’t so happy with such lengthy inaction. Viola watched and waited, waited for the young girl to do anything that might amuse her, waited for her to present an opportunity to have some fun with her. But she did nothing but lay there, occasionally turning a page. Once or twice, the black-haired girl with glasses shifted her legs as if she was getting excited by something she read, but if so, she never turned that excitement into action.

This was boring! If the black-haired girl was going to entertain her, she would have to get her moving herself. She wasn’t above inhabiting the body of another, even taking control for a moment. So Viola moved in and tried to get a feel for how everything was connected inside her, exploring and tinkering.

As Hayley turned another page, she felt her fingers start to tremble. Low blood sugar? Or maybe it was just time to turn off the lamp and get to sleep. But the shaking only got worse, to the point that controlling her limbs felt difficult. A seizure? But that couldn’t be! She had never had seizures before.

All of a sudden, her right arm twitched sharply, forcing herself to poke herself in the face. Even stranger, she got a sense of someone laughing at her over it: not a sound, just a feeling. Confused and terrified, she exerted what control she had left over her body and sat up.

Sitting up was all she had intended to do up to that point, though her body kept on going. With no input from her, her right arm threw the sheets aside, and her body started to get itself up from the bed. As her body seemed to be moving on its own accord, all she could do was gasp and look around. She felt like she might be able to scream for help for the time being, if she weren’t too frightened to do so.

Viola was pleased with herself! She had taken full control of the girl’s body. For fun, she poked the girl in the face one more time, reveling in the dismayed gasp this produced. But she could think of better things to do than that. She could **** the girl to dance around the room, or take all her clothes off and touch herself. Or maybe she could walk this new body of hers out into the hallway and embarrass herself in front of her friends. The possibilities were endless!