Make Lily Stay

Maddie always took long showers anyway.

Thinking quickly, I told her, “Um, actually, I have a uh… a thing! I need to give you. It’s in my room… I’m pretty sure, so just, stay here and I’ll be right back, yeah?”

She crossed her arms and said, “Sounds weird but sure, as long as I can eat some of those chocolate wafers I saw earlier?”

I flashed her a thumbs up as I dashed around the corner into my room. Damn, I was saving those… but right now I was willing to sacrifice anything to see what else I could do with this new, incredible app. From my room, I scrolled through my options, a flurry of choices and possibilities running through my mind, and certainly, maybe more than a little bit of arousal.

Like a hungry dog, I licked my lips. Oh yeah, this was going to be perfect!

(Lily’s POV)

I sat back down, pulling out my phone and patiently waiting for Charlie to come back. I get what Maddie sees in him honestly. The shy, little, bumbling mess, it’s almost cute, in a way. But I know that behind that awkwardness was just another perverted guy.

He seemed nice enough though. I knew that all guys were horndogs, but Charlie was always a decent man. I mean, I got on his case about it, but he didn't seem to make too big of a deal of my bending over. Not that it was a big deal, but… wait, why was I-

I heard a faint whisper in the back of my mind. A woman’s voice, not entirely mine but not entirely somebody else. It said something, but as soon as I heard it, my mind seemed to…

In fact, I hadn’t heard a voice at all. Bending over was not weird. I will not think about it any further.

Where was Charlie? I was texting a friend, trying to figure out what I was going to do today, when I set my phone down on the bathroom counter, began pulling off my blouse, an- WOAH WOAH WOAH!

I looked around myself. I was in one of the apartment’s two bathrooms. I was just sitting down in the kitchen! I know I was distracted but I feel like I would have noticed myself walking in here! And I definitely would have noticed the fact that my top was on the counter next to my phone!

I mean, obviously I needed to take it off if I were to more easily remove my bra, but- HUH? Remove my bra?

And suddenly, I felt my hands behind my back, unclasping my modest bra despite my mental protests.

Consciously, I wasn’t doing it, but I could feel myself moving. I had to take my bra off. I just couldn’t wear one. My brain knew this, my hands absolutely knew it, but something else inside refused to believe. I didn’t want to take my bra off in my friend’s bathroom, but I had to. It wasn’t in my power to resist. I needed to hear that familiar, faint click of the clasp coming undone, and soon enough, I needed my arms to come to my shoulders and calmly and smoothly slide the bra right off my body.

My hands let it fall to their floor, their job apparently done, and finally, control was given back to me. One hand immediately went to cover my hefty chest. Despite there being no one in the room with me, I felt so ****, so exposed.

I picked up the bra off the floor, and clutched it tightly. My mind was sending the signals to put it back on, but my body refused to respond. I just held it, my arm suspended in air, staring at the fabric.

After a moment, I realized that that, clearly, was not going to work. I needed to leave as quickly as possible, dressed in as much clothing as possible. I stuffed the bra in my purse and picked up my blouse, bracing myself for the possibility that I wouldn’t be able to put it on, but luckily, I pulled it right over my head and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Thank. Fucking. God.

I picked up my phone and tucked it in my pocket. I didn’t care *what* Charlie had for me, I was leaving right now. Or, I thought was. I took one step towards the door before I felt another loss of control. Immediately, I turned towards the mirror, adjusting my hair and pulling my phone out. I needed to take a selfie. I just had to take a selfie. I raised my phone up to face myself in the mirror. Okay, well, whatever's going on, it’s nowhere near as bad as last time. I can deal with a nonconsensual selfie.

Right before the camera flashed, my hand reached up and pulled the collar of my top down, revealing an impressive valley of cleavage. Even worse still, instead of my eyes widening and my mouth gasping in shock, my face contorted into one of sexual pleasure, my eyes crossing and my tongue sticking out of my gaping mouth. And I couldn’t tell for certain, but I knew my nipples were suddenly hard enough to be seen in the photo.

As soon as the shot was snapped, I gasped for air as if I were drowning, as control flowed back to me. I released my collar, gave myself the preferred face of shock and fear, and attempted to delete the photo. Unfortunately, looking down, I realized that my right hand was holding the phone, and selecting someone to send it to. Acting fast, I grabbed my phone from myself with my free hand and tossed it across the room. At this point, I didn’t care if I broke it, I had to fucking fight back!

The phone landed on the tile with a smack and slide. I grimaced. Hopefully the case protected it a little at least. Unfortunately, that became the least of my worries as my face went totally slack and my arms dropped to my sides. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I could hardly even think. In my mind, an intense, loud echo of the woman’s voice said, “You need to stay still and shut up. Stay still and shut up. Stay still and…”

My mouth began to move. With a life and personality not at all who I was, I returned to life. My face was my own, but on it were emotions I’d never seen before. My voice said into the mirror, “Hey, Lily, Wow! You are a fighter!”

What the fuck! Was this who was controlling me? How were they talking through me?

“Normally I’d respect that, but you’re making my job a little tricky right now,” My body sauntered over to my phone like a professional stripper, possessing an overt sexuality with every step. I was too stunned to think. My fingers delicately opened my phone, entering my code and navigating the apps like it had done this hundreds of times before. It opened snapchat, sent the photo away to Charlie with a typed message that said “Hey ;)” and turned the phone off.

My body sighed. “Damn, this always takes so much effort,” my body returned to the mirror and looked myself dead in the eyes. They seemed to almost… glow, “Alright, Lily, Forget this ever happened and from now on, maybe try to enjoy the ride?”

I blinked. Fuck! Why did I send that photo to Charlie? He’s going to get the wrong idea, I just know it, but… I mean, well…it wasn’t so bad. Nothing would ever come of it, obviously, and I mean, I did look really good today. The braless look was slutty, but I mean, wasn’t it empowering to know that people were looking but they couldn’t touch? At least, that’s what I’d heard.

Honestly, I liked being dominated in bed, and the magic theft of my face and body was kind of almost the same principle, yknow? Except, of course… consensual. Yeah, that kinda was a big part of it, huh?

I just, I almost wished I’d been **** to send that pic to someone a bit more… in my league. Maybe then something good could come of this.

Despite the loss of control and a weird hazy moment after I threw my phone, I was honestly worried that I was starting to… I don’t know, enjoy the ride…