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Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2021-01-03 01:43:53 +0000 UTCHelmet and chip in hand, I tiptoed upstairs and down the hallway to Ben’s room. His door was cracked open so I peeped in, careful not to bump the helmet against the door frame..
He was sitting at his desk, facing the other way. Probably busy shooting virtual communists while his headphones blared 80s techno.
I gently pushed open the door -- praying it didn’t creak -- and snuck in veeerrry sloooowly.
The floorboard groaned underfoot and I froze. My body felt stiff from it’s journey bouncing around a trolley.
Ben yawned and stretched. I took another step closer.
Then he stood up.
I leapt towards him in a mad dash, closing the last few steps. Before he could react I slammed the chip into the back of his neck, making him yelp in surprise.
“What the fuck?” he choked in surprise. “Elle?”
He turned, knocking me away. I stumbled back across the room. Confused, his fingers felt around the chip and tried to pry it off.
“Jesus, what the hell is this?”
Then he noticed the helmet in my other hand. His eyes widened.
“This isn’t--?”
He didn’t get a chance to say more, because I yanked the helmet down onto my head and felt my consciousness blur.
The next moment, I found myself standing on the other side of the room, looking at my own body crumpled awkwardly on the floor.
Man, I was tall.
And I was male.
I looked down at my flat chest, dressed in one of Ben’s old ugly Dad-shirts. No boobs. I felt up my pecs -- they were flat, numb, firm.
Weeeeird.
I was getting better at using the mental controls on the helmet, and managed to “command” Ben’s consciousness to sleep, the way he had done to me before. I could kind of sense the vague control at the back of my mind, easy to miss, hard to use.
Somehow I felt a bit of an emptiness as he faded into blackness, as if a pressure on my mind was released. I giggled, surprised at my deeper voice. He wasn’t going to like the situation he would wake up in!
I lay out my sleeping body nicely and put a pillow under my head. It felt a bit gross to know it was Ben’s body touching me, which was kind of funny, but I made sure I wouldn’t be sore when I got back into that form anyway.
I marched off into the bathroom and stared at my male face in the mirror. Scraggly, some pimples, a bit of a fuzz growing. I made faces in the mirror, forcing Ben to scowl and grin like a madman.
Then I took his razor and shaved off his eyebrows.
Hah.
While I was there, I decided to shave some of his hair as well. I dragged the electric razor in one clean movement down the middle of his head, leaving him with hair puffing out either side like a reverse mohawk.
He looked ridiculous.
Grinning, I wandered down the hall and into my own room, making up my plans. Ben deserved whatever was coming to him, I figured, though I didn’t want to do anything tooooo permanent. Like, I didn’t want him arrested, just… well, you know.
I opened up my dresser and stared down at my panties. If he wouldn’t wear them when in my body, well then maybe I would wear them in his!
I dug through the draw and picked out an old pair with a few holes -- I wouldn’t want them back after letting him use them, of course.
I kicked off his shoes, momentarily distracted by my huge feet, and yanked down his trousers and underwear in one movement.
That’s when it hit me.
I was male.
Ewww eww eww eww!
Trying not to look at the weird appendage sticking out from between my legs, I stepped into my panties quickly and yanked them up. Hard.
Huh. That feels weird.
I felt a kind of vomit-y sensation in my stomach. I had the pain signals switched off on the helmet, so it wasn’t unpleasant, just… like, it felt like I’d been punched in the gut, or like I had badly cut my hand and now was sitting in shock before the pain hit.
Did I just hit myself in the balls?
I grinned. He’ll hate that when he gets back.
I braved a glance between my legs, and wasn’t surprised to find my panties were wayyyy too small. I could see the outline of Ben’s little dick very clearly, and I could feel how cramped it was down there.
Yuck.
I took off his shirt and stood for a moment in just a pair of my panties. What else? I wonder…
In my closet hung a tight leather outfit Sarah had given my for a birthday a few months back. I’d never really worn it -- that thing was revealing as hell -- but for Ben?
Fuck it, I thought, and pulled it off the hanger.
It was too small for him, but I yanked and pulled and eventually squeezed his body into it. And I really pulled hard -- I could feel his muscles were way stronger than my usual ones, even though he didn’t work out.
“Not fair!” I grumbled to myself.
I quickly “admired” myself in the mirror, Ben’s body stared back, dressed in a tight leather get up, panties visible through the “sexy” holes in the leather. He looked like a gay biker on prom night.
Perfect.
I grinned to myself, then skipped down the stairs and ran out onto the street. Old Mrs Partridge was walking her dog across the road.
“Hello Mrs Partridge!” I yelled. “I’m going for a walk!”
But I didn’t get to hear what she said back, because the world suddenly spun and I found myself back in my own body.
I blinked and shook myself in confusion. What the hell? I was back on the floor of Ben’s room…
...and Sarah was standing over me holding the helmet.
“You need the makeup kit, did you!?” Sarah shouted at me.
Eek.
“What the hell, Elle! Why didn’t you tell me you knew how to get the receiver off?!”
I cringed back. I knew I should stand up to her, but I’m really not very good at confrontation. Well, I’m not good at confrontation when I’m in my own body.
“My Dad’s going to kill me if we don’t get this back! He’d make me work for a year to pay it off! Gosh, you always think about yourself!”
That did it.
“I always think for myself?” I found myself snapping back. “You’re the one who got that stupid thing stuck on my neck, and let my body get used by god knows who!”
“Yeah but I didn’t do that on purpose.” said Sarah, exasperated, “It’s different when you do it on purpose.”
“You used my body yourself on purpose!”
“You said I could try it!”
“You did more than just try it!!”
Just then, Ben burst into the room. And he looked mad.
