In the mid-afternoon haze, Rena lay languidly on her worn-out couch. Her heart pounded as she stared at the nondescript remote control on the table in front of her. It was no ordinary gadget. With its sleek design and an array of enigmatic buttons, it was an instrument of fantastical manipulation. “Let’s do this shit...”
She'd left the corresponding receiver in the teacher's lounge earlier in the day, close enough to her business teacher, Miss O'Neal. With a deep breath, she pressed the button on the remote, and the world around her blurred. Suddenly, she was in a different body, in a different room.
Inhabiting Miss O'Neal's body was an experience that sent ripples of excitement coursing through Rena. She moved to the college's system and effortlessly changed her grades. The thrill of power, the forbidden control, sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. With the deed done, Rena quickly pressed the button on the side of the receiver to return to her body. Back in her living room, she ran her fingers along her slender, soft neck. But something felt off. The sensation wasn't her own, it was as if someone else was controlling her movements. To her horror, she realized that she wasn't alone in her own body.
Miss O'Neal's consciousness had hitched a ride back, and was now sharing space with Rena in her own body. The woman's voice echoed in her head, scathing and mocking. "Cheat your way through school, did you?" she sneered. “So … this is how you did it, huh? I watched everything.” She held up the remote and read the “body possession” text on its side. She opened it up and popped out the batteries.
Fear and horror gripped Rena as her teacher took over, paralyzing her into a helpless observer in her own body. Miss O'Neal reveled in the unexpected turn of events. As she began to navigate Rena's life, she quickly found it thrilling. The doorbell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. Moving with Rena's agile grace, she strode to the door, a cruel smile playing on her lips. As the door swung open, she found herself looking into the eyes of Rena's boyfriend, Alex, who was waiting outside with an expectant smile. A predatory glint sparkled in Miss O'Neal's eyes as she saw the young man, and a naughty smile spread across her face. This unexpected twist was an opportunity she hadn't expected, but one she fully intended to enjoy.
The sight of Rena's boyfriend standing on the threshold, utterly unaware of the predicament, sent a wave of cruel amusement and desire coursing through Miss O'Neal. Her young body was reacting to a man it desperately loved. She remembered his face from the college, another one of the aimless young men that passed through her classes, barely leaving an impression. But now, viewed through Rena's eyes, he seemed much hotter.
The situation was rife with a potential she hadn't considered before, and her mind started to race with the possibilities. As she led Rena's boyfriend into the apartment, she could feel Rena's consciousness screaming in protest. But it was a faint sound now, barely a whisper against the thrill of this new reality. She was in control now. She had the upper hand, and she was going to relish it.
The cruel smile never left Miss O'Neal's face as she made small talk, her voice carrying Rena's soft tones but holding an edge that was uniquely hers. She flirted, played coy, teased, and made the young man visibly harder. It didn’t take long before the teacher took his hand and guided him to the bedroom for some fun. Back in the recesses of her mind, Rena could only watch helplessly, her mind a swirl of fear, anger, and confusion. Her desperate pleas for control were ignored, drowned out by the malicious moans of Miss O'Neal. The teacher, relishing the delicious taste of revenge, had no intentions of giving up her control anytime soon. Her old body was 56 years old, and she wasn’t planning on looking like an old hag any time soon.