i'm like a girl if she was possessed >:3

You wake up to find a strange box by your mail. Strange, you weren't told about this. But the tag on it clearly says her name, your girlfriend's. She usually lets you know in advance when she sends something your way. Strange. Maybe she forgot.

You take the box inside, but you don’t have the time to open it for now, so you leave it for tonight. You send your girlfriend a text, asking her what’s up with the gift.

“What gift?” she responds. You insist, sending her a picture of the box.

“That looks a little familiar… maybe I forgot :)” and she doesn’t say any more about the gift. Strange. But she can be strange, so you shrug it off and look forward to opening whatever it is once you’re home.

You get home exhausted by work, and treat yourself to some dinner before finally grabbing the box and sitting down on the couch with it. It’s fairly small and light, but you can’t make out its contents from the wrapping alone. You tear open the box, and take out the sole thing contained: A bottle of her perfume, neatly boxed up to prevent damage. Memories immediately flood your mind. Memories of holding your girlfriend, her holding you, until that scent rubbed off on you. Your heart blooms as you take out the bottle, marveling at its design.

Floral patterns engraved in the glass as you trace them with your fingers. A faint hint of the scent permeates, and you immediately feel yourself get light-headed when it hits you. What a thoughtful, wonderful gift. You’re not going anywhere tonight, but you have to try the perfume. You lift the bottle up to your chest, and from a distance give yourself a quick spritz. Just one, a small one, just to be with her again, if only by her smell.

It hits you, and you stagger back immediately. Your eyes flutter and it gets hard to think. Does her smell intoxicate you that much? That one spritz was a lot already, better relax. That’s what you tell yourself, but your hands do not comply. Instead, they aim the bottle again, and give another two sprays of the delicious fragrance that rapidly courses through your mind, your body.

You fully fall onto your couch like you got knocked out, and remain there for a minute, your breath is heavy but surprisingly calm. You feel your mind emptying out as your thoughts get replaced and pushed away by her scent, her essence, filling out your head. You see colours popping in your inner eye, a symphony of sights and smells and sounds swirling in your head for Gods know how long.

Eventually, your eyes flutter back open, and you look back down at yourself. You’re in a cosy position, just lying down. You don’t remember repositioning like this. Wait...

When did you get undressed?

Your eyes snap open and you try to lift yourself up, but your arms refuse to obey. Instead, your hands just glide down your soft skin, along the smooth curves of your body. You feel so relaxed, you let out sighs and whimpers while your hands just trail up and down. You grab your breasts, feeling their weight in the palm of your hand, thumb rolling over your nipple. A whine. And finally, you hear a voice.

“Oh, hey love. Woken up a little have we?” The familiar voice comes from so close, like it’s right on top of you.

Like it’s your own voice coming from your own mouth!

You slur out a response, your own mouth betraying you as much as the rest of yourself:

“What is thisssss, what is happeninggggg…” you drag the end of your sentences, which makes you sound incredibly pathetic, and it elicits a giggle from ‘you’.

“Shhh, love. It’s me. I’m just here to give you some R&R. You’re sooo stressed out all the time, I figured I would do something for you. And we both know you’ll never willingly let me ease your stress. So I will get you to relax, no matter how.”

‘You’ release a sadistic chuckle as your hands keep touching your body in all the places you and your girlfriend know all too well. You squeeze your thighs and squirm when you- when she slides her hand down there.

“Darling, tell me, it’s been soooo long since you last touched yourself, it’s been like two entire weeks since we did anything. You must be so fucking pent up, aren’t you?” she coos you, using your own voice. You can tell her intonation and her cadence coming through, making your voice undoubtedly hers, and it begins to affect you (Begins, because you’re still in denial about being all hers from the very start). You, actually you, now whine pathetically as she firmly keeps control over you, making you feel things you have been thoroughly missing.

You need it so badly, you didn’t even get to resisting, didn’t even get to the farce of pleading “nooo this is strange, I don’t want this”. No, you understood, the moment she revealed herself to you, that this is happening, and your only choice is how willing of a participant you would be.

Very willing, it seems, because you now free your mind of your own accord. Committed to the plunge, you take a deep whiff of the scent that’s been enveloping you like a tight blanket.