You were about to slide your slim fingers into your underwear when you heard voices outside - PE lesson had just ended. "Looks like I'll have to wait," you say huffily, grabbing your shirt and bra and ducking into a shower stall. You draw the curtain and keep as quiet as a mouse. Noticing that there's a mirror in the stall, you face it fully and admire Patricia's body in full splendor. You raise a finger to her lips and wink.
Suddenly, the shower curtain is pulled back and a girl enters. You recognize her as Beth Sanders, a quiet, bookish girl with half-moon spectacles but too a beautifully shaped body and flowing, willowish black hair. She is looking down, and doesn't see you at first - but there is no escape so you tap her on the shoulder. She looks up, and seeing you in half of your body's birthday suit, reddens.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she blurts, and makes to back out. But then she notices that even though your breasts are covered with soap, your hair is dry. "Wait...Were you -" but she can get out no more, because in a flash you hugged her to your breasts, stifling her words. "Hush, Beth," you whisper, burying your face in her hair, "we don't want anyone to know I'm having the time of my life in here."
"But it's wrong! You shouldn't - Patricia, I thought you were -"
You grin. "I'm not Patricia," you say, words dripping with honey.
Beth stiffens up, then jerks as you suddenly force her head back and kiss her. You were planning to transfer yourself into her, but you feel a part of you break off and zip into her upon its own volition. Beth chokes and gasps - then suddenly launches into the kiss with gusto as you take full control of her as well. "Mmm." you mutter through Beth, liking the way both bodies press against each other.
"Now go out there and leave me alone," you say through Patricia, after you break off the kiss. "Of course!" you return the smile with Beth's face. Switching focus to Beth's body, you back out of the stall acting mortified, face blushing, stuttering, "Sorry...sorry..." Other girls outside glance at you and titter.
You look around at them and can't resist being amused, which, fortunately, you let off through Patricia instead of Beth- a glistening giggle that would have made any guy come if he had heard it. Soon, some, if not all of these girls would walk out under your control - if you had anything to say about it.