The girl inside you hits a weak spot in your mind and you fall to your knees, gripping your head in extreme pain. You can barely remember anything about your previous life, leaving your whatever's left of your old mind with no other choice but to give in or be forced out.
It was easy to do it, in fact it felt really good to let go. The little girl you now are was relieved that the pain was gone and wondered where it had come from. But then you remember that you have to get to school and that your still naked! You rush over your dirty clothes and reach into your drawer for a clean set, you didn't want to be late again.
Just before you leave you double check you mirror to make sure you looked presentable before heading downstairs. You put a brush through your hair a few times and start to head out but your catch yourself. Heading back to the mirror you look at yourself again and feel... weird? You never noticed just how good you looked and it made you feel something you couldn't describe. A heat now radiates from your body, you know you have to leave but you can't stop staring at yourself!
In the back reaches of your mind you feel a twinge, there was still something there! some fraction of that old person still latched on to your consciousness! It didn't hurt though, it felt really nice in fact. Intrusive thoughts begin plaguing your mind and you like it, but you didn't even know you could have those. They're telling you to touch your private place to make you feel good. How could you say no? Just having these thoughts were scratching an itch in your brain, why not listen?
Although it had felt like an hour had gone by in your head, you had only been standing in front of your mirror for a few moments. As you begin to pay attention again you notice a large wet spot on on your jeans and a searing need to rub you special place. You don't even take off your pants, you just start going to town through them. It's so nice! You begin to giggle and groan at the excitement of each stroke. Slowly you feel something coming and assume you'll feel even better if you keep going. Giggling turned into full on moaning as you kept up, probably loud enough to have someone check-up on you but you don't care. If something feels this good it can't be bad! Finally, you explode into your jeans, bucking your hips as your crescendo falls.
You can't describe with words how good it felt you just want to do this forever. Your hand is now soaked in whatever liquid is coming from you and your jeans are completely soaked. But you like it. You like the way your clothes stick to your sweaty, juice coated body. Even if that was just you old mind's opinion, you had to agree with it. So you just continue where you left off, rubbing yourself to climax over and over. Each time you did felt better than the last, encouraging you to just keep going.
That is until you heard a knock at your door and, because you don't know any better, you let them to come in.