Miles swallowed again, "Um... I think you're... amazing, Jessica."
"Thank you, baby," She giggled and leaned in to kiss him, "But, please. Call me Nicky."
As Jessica made me kiss Miles, I felt a mix of frustration and humiliation. I was disgusted. I felt like a puppet; I was a puppet. I wished I could break away from their control, but I was stuck there, in my new female body, unable to do anything.
Sure, I was a girl now, but it was still my body –the one I was born in!
I noticed the way she moved my limbs like a marionette, posing me like a typical girl for pictures: sticking out my chest and swaying my hips. The way she made me giggle and blush so effeminately.
It was embarrassing. I had to wrestle back control.
"That's enough, Jessica!" I screamed out in my mind, "Can I have my body back now?"
"Aw, come on, Nicky!" Jessica spoke, "Just a little bit–"
She choked on the last word. I stood there, chest heaving, after regaining control of my body. But I didn't want to raise suspicions, if I wanted to convince our friends to have her depossess my body.
"Hey, uh, Mia?" I asked in my feminine voice, "I think it's time to let 'Nicky' have her body back."
"Oh, sure Jessica!" She handed me the magic orb.
I took a deep breath and concentrated, feeling my spirit lift slowly out of my body.
Wait.
Can't wait to see where this goes!
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