Samantha sliced vegetables, seasoned meats, and mixed together medleys of spices into sauces that let out scents that drifted around her head in a lovely smelling haze. She smiled and let the autopilot of her body leech into her mind. Soon she was actively thinking of how to cook and directing her limbs rather than following them. She enjoyed this immensely as it became her own doing that prepared the food and not some otherworldly force. She had seen this food go from ingredients to a dish and she couldn’t wait to taste it. She shut the heat off, plated two dishes and set the table before inviting her parents in and then proceeding to clean up.
“What are we doing body?” Samantha asked herself as her limbs moved on their own and tidied up the kitchen. She had really wanted to taste that food. It had smelled so good and yet there she was packing up the leftovers and putting pans in the sink. After a few seconds she shrugged and let herself just begin cleaning things. She was sure her body had some sort of plan. So long as that plan wasn’t to go without eating. She wouldn’t let that happen. She could feel the first traces of hunger in her gut.
She finished washing up and her body began to direct her upstairs and into the bathroom. She felt the urge to shower so she stripped her clothing off. The shirt was pulled off exposing sweaty skin to the air in a lovely fashion. Her bra popped off and made her breasts tingle and buzz with excitement. She slid her jeans down her body letting her skin breathe again and removed both socks from her feet while sliding her underwear off and becoming completely exposed. She stretched happily and turned the water on, stepping in while it was still cold but staying there until it became a lovely warm temperature that seeped through her skin and into her bones. Her muscles lost tension and she just felt pleasant as she shifted through shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. After it was all done she let the water drip over her for a little bit longer. She only shut it off when it felt like that lazy and relaxing heat had penetrated even into her brain. She shut the water off in a daze and thanks to that daze her body was practically in autopilot. It dried off and sat at the edge of the tub placing shaving cream on her legs and arms before proceeding to shave them. Samantha didn’t even notice the automatic nature stop working. She was the one shaving her legs by the time they were done and she didn’t even cut herself once. Her arms followed a similar suit and the autopilot took over again. Samantha’s mind was all fuzzy and dreamy again as her body applied makeup, did her hair, and put on a dress while spritzing herself with perfume. She walked down the stairs in heels with a purse in her hands and when she entered the line of sight of her parents they grinned at her.
“Well someone looks nice,” her father commented and she nodded her head still in a sleepy daze.
“Have fun on your date dear,” her mother added before that sleepy feeling faded and Samantha snapped back to attention in shock.
“Date?!” She asked in bewilderment before dropping the purse and forgetting how to walk in heels. She was suddenly aware that she had dolled herself up in that daze and though she had felt comfortable with this new life a mere hour earlier she was now in panic mode. Before she could react the doorbell rang and her body scooped up the purse. She took painful and wobbly steps forward towards the door and her steps became better and better with each one taken before she grabbed the door handle and opened it revealing...