I sniff my new armpits, and mutter, "Jocks reek I need a shower."
Unable to speak since I told him to shut up, I hear the horror in Todd's thoughts. Get out of me. Give me back my body. I don't want your pervert hands all over my naked body.
I raise an eyebrow, and hold up his hands in front of his/my eyes. I ask, "Are these the hands of a pervert?"
His mind convulses in a brain fart. Those are his hands. But someone else is controlling them. Wait, the other can hear his thoughts? His mind seems to shrink away afraid of what it might reveal.
"Maybe these really are pervert hands, Todd," I whisper, "I wonder what you're trying to hide. In any case, I'm taking a shower, do all jocks sweat like pigs?"
I sense his embarrassment. I grab my towel from the hook on the back of the door. Then I open my door a crack to make sure the coast is clear. I do a double take. The cruddy carpet and the dingy green walls are gone. The hall is dark hardwood with a rich red oriental carpet runner running down the middle. The hallway is a foot wider than it should be, and it's painted white. Where am I? I look around the room. I'm still in my room, but outside that door is not my house.
I hear Todd's confused thoughts. Apparently, that's his hallway, but it's not his room. I step out in the hallway with the towel around my waist.
A stern voice from behind startles me, "Where are you going like that Todd?"
Mom help me! screams Todd's mind.
"Uh, just going to take a shower," I say, adding, "Mom."
I feel Todd cringe inside me.
"What's wrong with your shower?" she asks.
Todd has his own bathroom in his bedroom? Lucky dog, I think jealously. Oh, wait, I'm Todd now. I grin.
"Nothing. I'm just out of soap. Thought maybe I'd-"
"Let me buzz for the houseboy. He's supposed to keep your bathroom stocked." She pulls out a remote control, and presses a button.
Before I can speak, the door across from me opens, and an hispanic guy in a white uniform emerges carrying a basket of clothing.
"Jess, Missus Merrick?" the houseboy asks. He sets down the basket and turns off the pager vibrating on his belt.
"Todd's out of soap," says Todd's mom in an accusatory voice, "And he wants to take a shower."
"Oh, there should be two bars of soap in the cupboard over the toilet. I saw them there yesterday when I put in the new towels. Maybe they're under the towels. I check," the houseboy said speaking rapidly.
I reach to block him, but as he opens the door, I no longer see my familiar room. It's Todd's room now. I follow the houseboy into my bathroom. My own private bathroom - I like the sound of that.
He closes the bathroom door, and strikes me across the face.
"Toddy, you been a naughty boy. Telling lies to your mommy! Saying Fernando didn't do his job," snaps the houseboy.
I look down in confusion and embarrassment, Todd's cock is rock hard.
Fernando has pulled off his belt. He loops it around my neck cinching it like a leash and pulling me to knees. I yelp as my knees hit the hard marble floor.
"Good thing this house, it is sound proof, no?" he chuckles.
Oh, yeah thinks my Todd suit, he's going to fuck me extra hard now. Wish I'd thought of complaining to mom about Fernando before. Memories of the bully jock being humiliated and raped by his South American houseboy escaped from Todd's mind. So that was what he was hiding. It made me wonder now if all those headlocks and wedgies he'd given me over the years were signs of affection. This dude is seriously fucked up. Maybe that's why twisted santa turned him into one of my new bodysuits. I'd better unzip, and get back to my house. Hopefully, none of the other suits are fucked up as Toddy apparently is.
What the heck? I'm still on my knees! Fernando's cock is out now and getting hard. It's inches from my face. Fernando's hand firmly grips my shoulder...