Heat bathed your face as you you sat in your beach chair, eyes closed and head tilted back in total relaxation. Waves of cool water lightly brushed under your sand speckled feet as you sat motionless, save for your left hand which lazily swilled a glass of ice cold tropical cocktail around keeping the mixture from separating between sips. It was just like the beaches you remembered when you were back on the surface, back living a normal life. But it wasn't.
You opened your eyes and looked around, knowing that the illusion was just that, an illusion. You weren't on a real beach, you were in a one hundred square foot room that simulated a beach, complete with overhead lights mimicking the sun's position and heat, a ventilation system that created wind, wave generators to keep the seawater splashing, and sand from the surface. The walls as well were painted skillfully in vibrant colors to look like this was a gated off section of an ordinary beach, but it wasn't. It was a fake beach, built for your entertainment. It was actually a little funny, having a fake beach below an island with real beaches, cute in a way.
With a sigh you finished off your drink before holding it aloft. A nervous woman approached you, dressed as though she were the employee of an island resort. She looked to be in her mid twenties, Hispanic, and rather cute now that you got a better look at her, with wide hips and a sizable bust combined with a face that if not for the nervousness would have been ravishing. You took in a good eyeful of her, smiling as she squirmed under your gaze. She was new here. Not brand new, she had certainly gotten over the initial shock, but new enough that she feared you and the other supers. When you finished eating up the sight of her you handed the emptied glass to her. "Another island drink thing, Candice." You say, testing her a little.
She takes the glass and answers "Actually, my name isn't Candice."
"Crying shame." You answer sarcastically. You knew her name wasn't Candice, you just had a habit of calling all of the new girls Candice and all of the new guys Larry. With the burn out rate of the employees it was hardly worth it to learn the name of every new face around here. The woman huffs at your attitude, stomping off to mix you a new drink. You laid your head back and bathed in the artificial sun, allowing your mind to clear as you did. Candice came back with your drink, but before she could hand it to you she tripped, the glass going flying and splashing over your chest. You scrunched your eyes and rubbed the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
For her part the woman you called Candice looked absolutely mortified "Brad... I am so... so sorry!" She squeaked, scrambling to her feet. "I'll go get you something to dry off with!"
Your face relaxed. "No, it's okay." You say, concentrating on Candice. "I have something right here."
Suddenly you were looking at yourself, your face in a trance-like state of meditation. You were now in Candice's female body, able to feel everything she did and hearing her thoughts only as a faint echo in the back of your mind. You smiled with your new full red lips, admiring the body that you had just conquered, more beautiful now from this first person perspective. "I'm sorry I spilled your drink on you, I'm such a ditz!" You say in a mocking tone while bopping your new head with your soft hands. "Here, let me clean it up for you!" You said in as sexy a voice as you could, finding it easy with vocal chords like these. You reached down and slid Candice's shirt up, noticing how nice the polo fabric felt sliding up your silky skin. Once it was fully removed you bent down and began wiping the drink off of your original body, trying your best not to laugh as you put on this ridiculous display. Once you cleaned the drink off of your original chest you turned to your hair, noting how specks of the fruity red liquid hung from your otherwise snow blond hair. "Ugh, that simply won't do! Let me get that!" you said as Candice, reaching down and pulling your shorts off, leaving Candice only in bra and panties. you use the shorts as a washcloth and are able to work all of the red liquid out of your hair. "There, good as new!" You said, before looking down at Candice's nearly naked body. "Crap, now I don't have anything to wear!" You thought for a moment, rubbing your thin effeminate chin before snapping with mock realization "Oh, I know! I'll just go grab some new clothes from the staff lounge!" You said, knowing that the staff lounge didn't carry spare clothing. You walked Candice out of the beach room, strutting her sexily through the halls, flaunting your physique to every scientist, guard, janitor, mutant, and miscellaneous crew you passed. You fondled yourself, swung your ass, and even gave a lap dance or two to the stunned people sitting around gawking at you. When you finally reached the staff lounge, currently packed full of twenty people, you let your control of Candice go.
Even from this great distance and through many walls, you could hear her embarrassed shriek, laughing uproariously as she wailed. That put you in a good mood, and even more so it got you in the mood for more mind control shenanigans. Closing your eyes again you decided to take control of...
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