We sat on her bed. Mia was sitting cross-legged and barefoot. She was wearing wide clothes. While I didn't believe in yoga and Pilates, Mia believed in meditation, which could help me. She closed her eyes, focussed her breathing and let other impressions come and go. I checked her body values. Her pulse rate dropped, while the networks in her brain expanded as if they were connecting and communicating with each other. Her body awareness increased. The remarkable performance of the brain surprised my expectations.
Slowly, I accessed her neurones. Step by step, I took in their central network. First the insular lobe, then I focussed on the parietal lobe, where I felt her face, which was alive. I took control of the frontal lobe, temporal lobe and occipital lobe after further precision and longer periods of time. In the meantime, Mia fell into a trance, into herself, so that I could start the first attempt. I tried to make a movement with her face. I allowed her to open her eyes, move them, but also to move her head and listen. I then closed my eyes and tried to bring the whole body under control.
After a few more steps, I flowed along her spinal cord, leaving the central nervous system and clinging to her upper body. I quickly realised that I had control over her upper body. I felt like a mushroom spreading. I refined my control over her body so that I began to feel her heartbeat, her breathing and her mammary glands. When I reached her hips, a phone rang, taking Mia out of focus. While I had been pulled back into the central nervous system, she picked up the phone. One of her friends was organising a party. Mia accepted the invitation before getting dressed. She walked through next to the door. "Where are you going young lady at seven o'clock?" Elise asked.
There was a brief startle when Mia replied: "I've been invited to a party." Elise eyed Mia intermittently before letting her go. "Don't stay too long," the worried mother shouted after her daughter. Did her mum let her go because I was there? We got into Mia's car, which drove to the party. It wasn't that Elise was getting on her nerves, but she was a bit of a handful. The closer we got to the party, the louder the music got. We walked to the party, where Mia met all sorts of people and started drinking. Even though I was part of her brain, I was able to barricade myself from the alcohol she had drunk so that I too could take control when she was drunk. But I had other plans.
Mia spent a large part of the evening with Charles, a colleague she knew very well. I noticed that there was a sparkle between the two of them. They look into each other's eyes and can hardly take their eyes off each other. Charles' gaze and Mia's heartbeat led me to suspect that they loved each other, even when they were both drunk. I had known people like Charles before. I called them fuckers who could get away with anything, get any woman pregnant, but they couldn't go the length of love. They could only fuck, they were too incompetent for anything else. I wasn't jealous, personally I could have been such a person, but I wasn't. I didn't want to be. I didn't want to. I didn't want to fall as low as Charles!
As a spectator, I could do nothing but wait and take advantage of the situation. What initially looked like a conversation turned into sudden physical contact. They got closer, looking into each other's eyes. An intimate kiss changed everything. They disappeared behind the trees and pulled her away. Mia's friends cheered after her. Both parties prepared themselves, warming their limbs before Charles entered with his penis. The brief goose bumps soon led to orgasm. I watched and can say it was better than Pornhub. I felt the intercourse, it excited me, but the kiss itself didn't excite me. A whole twenty minutes of moaning could be heard between the trees, in complete nature. Sometimes they screeched, sometimes one jumped on the other and sometimes one leaned against a tree that could withstand the love between two sparrows. As soon as the act of love succumbed on the ground, I felt Mia's thoughts fall, she fell asleep. Charles nodded off earlier, but Mia looked in the dark hands and left me in her body. I had other plans in mind.
As soon as she closed her eyes, I shouted her name several times, but if she couldn't hear me before, she couldn't hear me now. Her pulse was too low to be in deep sleep. Could this have happened so quickly? With possibility of a chance, I rose to the surface to control her body. The body relaxed at first as it calmed down.
I heard the celebrations of teenagers, the birds chirping, before cautiously opening Mia's eyes. I looked vaguely at the sky at first, but everything quickly came into focus. I looked around me, nothing. Charles was also gone. Next, I checked what I could control. I could move my head and arms without any problems, but not my legs. I had to try again. This time I had to be able to move a body. I repeated Mia's meditation exercises, focussing on her legs.
It took several chirping calls for me to expand my cells. Utterly delighted, I felt Mia, who had only one tiring thought. I commanded complete control of her body as I pinned my upper body. The legs responded exquisitely, moving as I wanted them to. I stood there with astonished eyes. I ran a few steps until I got used to her running style and her body. I could still feel the last of the liquid excitement leaking out of me and her breasts were aroused. Had she still been dreaming about sex?
I didn't ask any more questions and stepped forward from the bushes, but the drunken mob dwindled to more than half of those present. It was only eleven o'clock. I straightened Mia's red shirt and her colourful scarf, which was almost falling away around her pelvis. I was approached by a completely drunk woman who asked me how it was. I replied and went into Mia's vehicle. The evening was not only led by the love of her life, but ruined my plan to try my powers again. I could only dream.
I parked the vehicle in front of the house. I looked in the mirror one last time, saw her sparkling grey-blue eyes. Mia still remained trapped in her brain, in her dreams. I went back to her motor memories, also to her memories of coming home late. I replayed it in front of me in seconds and knew how to do it. I arrived home to find Elise and her boyfriend standing opposite me.
She stared straight at me: "How was the party?"
"It was good, mum," I looked at her like a problem child.
"You drank alcohol again," surmised Joe, who I could barely see from me.
"Just a little," I emphasised, before seeing Elise's dismissive look.
She was disappointed. It was the same every time, only this time she didn't notice me. She rolled her eyes and the signal to go to my room was given. Before I climbed the stairs, she shouted: "I'm disappointed in you and the boyfriend." She was referring to me. I was very nice and had taken her home. I ran into Mia's room and closed her door.
How could Mia walk so sloppily? I wondered how much she was showing her body. Of course you shouldn't wear a burqa, but there are criminals, murderers and rapists on the streets of every country, all of whom are provoked by something. I could have been used as a whore or even captured. I had all kinds of thoughts. I took one of her slippers from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom, where I cleaned her body. I slowly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror, touching my face.
She looked beautiful, her body was perfect and I fell into her eyes, feeling her breasts, which made up her full little hand. Just a few grips on her breasts led to arousal. Her dark pubic hair could hide her vaginal fluid. It peeked out, I touched it and it felt cold and sticky. She was probably still dreaming about sex.
I got into the bath, washing every part of her as if it had been masturbation. I dried myself off. I scurried back to her room, hearing her sisters in their rooms. I could only guess who was where. I dressed after Mia's memories, lying in bed and mourning my opportunity to try out my skills. It was a question that always pricked my mind. I lay down, in her bed, leaving the window open so the spring night could bring in the breeze. Everything was ready for a nap, without Mia knowing tomorrow. I felt my tiredness and fell asleep.
The next morning, the sisters were running around the house. Their footsteps as loud as if an elephant had walked through the room. Although I could ignore the noises, Mia woke up after moving back and forth in bed. Mia stared around, recognising where she was but not knowing how to get home. She had a bad headache after drinking a few glasses of real alcohol. Whisky mixed with vodka, maybe a few Xanax pills to help her relax. Mia rubbed her head, remembering what happened to her afterwards: sexual intercourse with her boyfriend Charles and more alcohol before she passed out.
She had never imagined such an experience. As she went into the kitchen and sat down at the table to eat breakfast, her mother approached her. "Mia Wenford," Mia looked at her mum.
"What did you do yesterday?" she tried to get her daughter under control.
As Mia tried to explain everything to her one by one, but all without mentioning drugs, she saw her mum's disappointment. She then had to listen to her mum suggesting that she fundamentally change. I felt Mia's anger and her desire for freedom. She kept trying to contradict her mum until her mum started shouting: "If you carry on like this, you'll have no future!" "And you know what's good for me," she shouted back at her mum. She couldn't stand the conversation any longer. She got up and went into her room to pack her clothes before heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Elise enquired.
"To have my freedom, free from thoughts and free from duties," she slammed the door behind her and walked into the playground at her school.
On the way, she felt guilty. She knew that her mother was right. At the same time, she also wanted to be independent. She tried to suppress these thoughts and change the subject. Then she asked me if I knew what had happened to her yesterday. When I admitted that I had temporarily gained control of her body, she was a little shocked that she didn't realise any of this. At the same time, she also knew that I could trust her too. She spread the mat on the floor and began her exercises with breathing in and out and stretching.
I was able to access her concentration and her memories. I also relaxed through her exercises. The more my energy was connected to hers, the better I controlled her body. She gave me her life energy and I gave her mine. Our energy became more and more one. She also felt my presence and thought to me that I should control her body. Without hesitation, I stood up and left Mia without control. I walked a few steps, moving my arms, before returning to the mat and giving her back control. Another success for my development.
After concentrating on breathing and stretching exercises for another half hour, we heard a group of young girls walking into Mia's parallel class nearby. "And you know what he told me," said one voice. "Charles was just using Mia to make a better impression and socialise more." Mia stopped exercising for a few minutes so that she could eavesdrop on the group. Sitting behind a wall, the women continued talking.
"No, it seemed so real."
"Yes, for all of us, but did you realise that he drugged her last night so that he could meet his real girlfriend," said one of them, while Mia listened in horror.
The other girl looked stunned: "You mean Anastasia? The one who's known him since childhood?"
Mia seemed stunned, surprised at what she was hearing and yet she could imagine that he had betrayed her and replaced her. Her thoughts about him flooded through her as she made her way home. Nor had I seen such an event. I called out to her, the absent-minded one, and yet she didn't answer me. As she swore revenge just before the zebra crossing, I heard the sound of a car engine in the background.
I called out to her, screaming in her mind and trying to control her body. In the middle of the road, she looked towards the vehicle, but it was too late. The tyres squealed and she jumped up. She didn't want to flee and at the last second I took control and took a few steps back. I felt how we stood united in front of the vehicle, confident. Me and Mia together became one. Her body accepted me completely. I felt my body no longer trying to exclude me.