Compelled to Obey

Victor was drying off after taking a shower. It had only been a few days since he woke up as a woman, but he was making the most out of such a situation. He paused as he tried to understand how it happened. He was going about his life when he heard a strange but debilitating sound, and then... he opened his eyes as someone else. That's all he could remember. He continued getting ready. He put on a pair of seamless underwear, as he was planning on going out tonight. As he began to dry off his chest, a headache began that was so piercing, it nearly made him fall over. There was a constant and overwhelming droning noise. Victor recognized it as the same sound he heard before switching bodies. Suddenly, the noise stopped and he was frozen in place. He tried moving his arms and legs to no avail. He was completely stuck.

After about a minute of internally freaking out, he felt a desire to turn toward the mirror. To his surprise, he was actually able to do so. Then, he felt a desire to drop his towel, and his arms could move away from his torso, allowing the towel to fall. After that, he felt a desire to examine his body carefully, and he was able to move his eyes up and down and observe the topless woman that appeared before him. Why am I having sudden feelings to do things? Victor thought to himself. And then why can I only move the relevant body parts to carry out these feelings? These feelings took no definite form; they was subtle, more than thoughts but less than an inner voice. He considered the sound he heard and how it could be related to the body swap from before. Oh my god! Someone else is controlling my body! They're looking through my eyes right now. They're in complete control of my actions! I can't disobey.

Victor was compelled to start walking downstairs. As one foot stepped in front of the other, his mind was going wild with questions. How are they doing this? Are they beaming commands directly into my brain? His body kept walking. Can they hear my thoughts right now? Oh god, what happens when they find out I know? Finally he was at the front door of his home. Believing his puppet-master made a mistake, Victor figured he had some time to think as he would have to go back upstairs to put on some clothes. However, his arm reached out and opened the door. Wait what? He stepped outside and kept walking. No bra, no blouse, no pants, no socks or shoes. Just a topless woman in her underwear walking right out into public. The door was even left open. Where am I going? I have to stop this. He fought as hard as he could, straining his mind to the point of nearly blacking out. It seemed to have some effect; he slightly stumbled on one step, but that was it. His exposed, feminine body continued to move forward without delay.

Victor's puppet-master did not seem to appreciate the mental escape attempt, however feeble it was. As he walked by some bushes, he unexpectedly veered right into some thorny branches until one snagged on his panties. He was unable to use his hands to get unstuck or even stop moving. Each additional step he took further pulled on his underwear until he could start to hear it rip. No please! he internally begged. I'm sorry, okay? The branch kept tugging until his panties were completely torn off. It seems his punishment for fighting back was to lose any last shred of decency. Now he was walking through the neighborhood completely naked, his big ass jiggling with every step as he jaunted toward parts unknown.