Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled

Controlled at School

Jess turned and walked away, leaving me to collapse against a nearby locker and get my bearings. How much time had passed? What had my body been up to?

Okay, first thing first. Where am I? I was in the hallway at school, outside Mr Malbridge's chemistry classroom. There were a bunch of other year 12s banging around and getting their books, so it must be between lessons.

Next. How long was I out for? That was an easy one, I looked down at my watch- and found my wrist bare. Ben mustn't have put on my watch when he dressed me this morning... I- he had dressed me this morning. Eww!

I quickly took stock of my clothes, momentarily distracted from the time question. I was wearing a skirt, shorter than I would have liked, but that's okay. Long socks and my regular black boots. Good. And a simple white shirt with a brown cardigan that I didn't recognise. Had he spent more of my money on this? I felt it between my fingers, it was really quite soft.

Not too bad, all in all. At least I wasn't flashing the whole school. I wouldn't admit it, but he'd actually done a better job than I normally would have - I was a dunce when it came to fashion. The only thing was I found I was wearing a scratchy old bra that didn't quite fit right -- he'd clearly just picked the tightest, skimpiest one I had in my dresser.

That thought pulled me up for a moment. A whole morning had passed. My underwear had changed. Ben had climbed my body down from the roof, and then done what? Had a shower? I didn't feel particularly dirty, so probably. My body in the shower under the control of my brother wasn't a thought I wanted to dwell on. Had he brushed my teeth? Slept for me? Dressed me in the morning, choosing out an old bra and using my arms to put it on, fondling me as he did it? That was just too freaky. I didn't even know what I'd eaten for breakfast.

The one silver lining is I could feel I definitely wasn't wearing a thong anymore, at least he had the sense to know that in a dress this short I'd be half flashing everybody everytime I bent down. I reached down to adjust my underwear through my skirt... and didn't feel anything.

Oh no.

As subtly as I could I patted myself down, feeling desperately for some panties. Nothing. I wasn't wearing any. I had been flashing everybody all morning. Oh god!

The bell rang above me, and everybody scampered into their classrooms. Oh right, what time was it? I stopped one of the kids running past, a year 10 boy with shaggy hair.

"Hey, what period is it?"

"Second, weirdo!"

Weirdo? That didn't bode well. I shivered slightly, quickly found my bag near my feet, and ran off to class. Second period on a Monday is Miss Shirley's algebra, which I shared with Sarah. I clenched my fists, she better bloody know how to help me get this damn receiver off my neck!

I ran into Sarah as I arrived. She smiled at me warmly, and I felt my rising anger dissipate somewhat. Did she not know what had been happening to me?

"Sarah!"

"Elle, how are-"

"My brother's got a hold of the helmet and I can't get the receiver off!"

Her eyes went wide. "What?"

"He's been controlling me on and off since yesterday morning. I can't even remember anything that happened today - I only woke up about two minutes ago!"

"Oh wow! That must feel so cool! The memory blocking works then?" Sarah said excitedly. I gave her a look, and she started. "Sorry! I mean, that sucks! Here, turn around, I'll take off the unit."

I spun around and Sarah reached up to fiddle with the receiver on my neck. I was bursting to get out of the influence of that damn thing that had been hijacking the sensory and motor pathways to and from my brain.