A couple hundred miles away, Rose shuffles to her bathroom to start her morning routine. She spreads the bottom of her cashmere robe and eases herself down on the cold toilet seat. Suddenly, she gasps in surprise. Or rather, her body does, for Rose isn’t aware of gasping herself nor of anything that would make her gasp. Her head swings wildly around the bathroom as though she’s examining her surroundings for the first time. She tries to stop, to grab her head with her hands, but her hands, too, refuse to respond. It’s like the signals aren’t reaching her body, yet her body continues moving of it’s own accord, like there’s a stranger inside controlling her.

Her eyes turn to gape down at the broad cleavage beneath her robe. Her hands shoot up to her breasts, grabbing and squeezing painfully. She hears herself laugh as she drops her breasts and bobbles them back and forth watching them swing beneath her.

“Oh my God, these tits are amazing,” she hears herself say.

Her hands shoot up to her lips and she hears herself giggle again. “Testing, testing. Hello, I’m Rose. This is awesome!”

There’s a stranger inside her body. Rose struggles mentally, cries out in her own head, What’s happening to me?

Her body jumps slightly.

“Rose? Are you still in here?” Her voice asks aloud.

What’s going on? Who are you?

“I would think that’s obvious, Rose. I’m stealing your body. I’m you now.”

Her eyes swing down to her thick thighs spread apart on the toilet seat. The stranger makes her slip her hand across the coarse thatch of hair between her thighs. Even though she can’t control her body she can still feel everything from the itch on the tip of her nose that the stranger scratches to her full morning bladder. She’s plugged into her senses, but feels like a passenger in her own body.

Her hand pulls back and she feels the stranger trying out different muscles within her pelvis until he finally makes her bladder unclench and relief floods her body as the sound of her stream hitting the porcelain reaches her ears.

Leave me alone. Get out of my body!

Oh, no, Rose. We’re just getting started. This time the voice that answers is in her mind. It’s a man’s voice and underneath that she can glimpse his feelings of excitement and lust. Excitement for her. It’s strange and intoxicating, tapping into this undercurrent of desire for her own body.

Rose’s body wipes herself and she flushes. The stranger moves her body towards the mirror in front of the sink. Her image slides into view and a smile appears on her face. The stranger turns her face this way and that, her fingers coming up to slip softly across her skin. Her tongue pokes out and her face screws up as the stranger makes funny faces to himself in the mirror, then chuckles. Her hands untie her robe and let it fall to the floor. Rose can feel her own body warming in desire for herself as the stranger stares at her naked body. His lustful gaze travels down her heavy chest, past her belly, over her gentle mound and lingers on the dark pubic hair between her legs. Then her gaze continues down her thick thighs. On the way back she turns and is forced to stare at her butt, to feel the stranger’s lust for her ass. The stranger slaps her ass –WHAP!– and watches her butt wobble. Under different circumstances it would be flattering to see that men still find her attractive, to know that despite the stretch marks she’s still wanted. But not like this. It’s humiliating to be poked and prodded, treated like a piece of meat. And yet, her body starts to betray her, warming to her own lecherous gaze.

Why are you doing this? She begs, still fighting, but becoming aware that her struggles are futile.

I’ve always wanted to be a woman. And you’re one hell of a woman! Comes the reply.

Her hands rise to her heavy breasts and grasp them, hefts them and enjoys their fleshy weight as she bobbles them in each hand. The fingers slide around and pinch the nipples until they stand erect, little nubs of desire. A flash of pain shoots through Rose’s nipples with each squeeze, lighting up the warmth between her legs. She can feel her body being turned on, can feel the desire pulsing through her from the man inside. A moan escapes her lips as Rose cries inside her own head while her body forces her to continue.

The man brings one of her hanging breasts up to her mouth. Her lips open and she sucks on one of her own fat, pink nipples. Her tongue glides along the sensitive nub as she sucks the areola into her mouth and grasps it lightly between her teeth, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing in the bathroom. Her mouth is filled with the salty taste of her own skin.

“Oh, fuck, Rose,” her voice says as she releases her nipples, “You’re so goddamn wet.”

It’s true. She can feel the moistness between her thighs as she grows moist and loose, her most intimate of areas cries out for attention.