Who's Driving?

Inspired by a story suggestion from JessicaRoseNZ90.

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"Hey dad, can you give me a ride to Kim's house?"

I looked up from the game that I'd just settled in for to see my eighteen year old step-daughter playing with the end of her ponytail, running her fingers repeatedly through the long brown hair that ended just above her ample breast, with a pleading expression that knew the answer before it was asked.

"What about your driver's test isn't that soon?" I checked my watch and it was already a quarter to one.

"Something's come up, Kim really needs me to come over now and I'll be staying for the weekend so I don't have time for the test. Besides I can just marry a guy who drives for me"

"No way you're not missing another test, this would be the third time you've put it off! I'm not chauffeuring you around town anymore and you can't always be relying on someone else, you've done your lessons and you're a good driver just take the test and drive yourself over to Kim's after."

"Seriously dad I don't have time-"

"I even called in some favors with a friend so the instructor would come and pick you up here and he's going to be here any minute, you don't know how easy you have it you're not going to embarrass me by skipping again."

"What? You didn't tell me he was coming here?? I'm not doing it now Dad I don't have time tell him to come back next week, if you're not gonna give me a ride I'll book an Uber but I have to go now." She half turned and started tapping away at her phone.

"And what is so urgent for Kim that you have to be there right now?"

Any chance of focusing on the game a now distant memory I turned fully to face Amy, for the first time registering what she was wearing. Her shirt was a white tank top with a very deep cut that showed generous cleavage, cropped high to just under her breasts showing off her hard-earned flat stomach. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra under it, her nipples poking through the thin fabric that was tightly stretched across them. Below her pierced bellybutton was a black skirt that ended far too high up on her thighs for my liking and below that a pair of black thigh-high socks in low black heels. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail but left loose bangs that framed the Korean features and almond eyes she inherited from her mother. She shifted uneasily from foot to foot at the question.

"It's a girl thing, I can't talk about it you wouldn't understand."

"And does this girl thing require you to be dressed like a stereotypical hooker?"

"I'm nearly nineteen now I'm an adult and I can wear what I like, if you're not going to give me a ride then I'll make my own way." With that she turned on her heel and marched away, her fingers tapping furiously on her phone.

"Hey don't walk away from me, you're taking that test today." I called after her.

"You can't make me!" She yelled from the stairs as she stomped up to her room.

I sighed and rubbed at my temples in frustration. This had been a semi-regular occurrence the past few months, she would walk around the house like she was floating on air, tapping away into her phone but any time we would question her about it or, god forbid, interrupt her plans her mood would flip and she'd act like a brat. She's right in that she's eighteen now so I would have expected the hormones and mood swings to have evened out at this stage. When she says I can't make her is where she's very wrong.

I made my way upstairs into the room my wife and I share that's now empty for the week while she's at a work conference and grabbed a nearby stool. Using that to step up and reach for the old shoebox I keep hidden at the very back where Amy and her mother would never be able to reach, I pulled out the necklace hidden inside. It's an ornate little metal charm of a person with two heads, worn and incredibly old, with a loop of old leather threaded through to tie around the neck. It's a very old artifact I bought at a market while travelling in my younger years, the old woman at the stall told me it was capable of merging the wearers soul with another nearby body, possessing them. Obviously I didn't believe her but it looked interesting and I thought it would be a funny gift and story for the girl I was seeing at the time so I bought it anyway. The stall keeper warned that it should only be used sparingly, if used too often you could lose your sense of self and to be careful of possessing the opposite sex as the difference in hormones could have unexpected effects. I thanked her and took off back to the hotel I was staying in.

Later that night as I sat on the bed flicking through the channels and waiting for my room service to arrive curiosity got the better of me and I tried on the necklace. I wasn't expecting anything and wasn't surprised when nothing at all happened, just chuckled and answered the door as room service had arrived. He put the tray down and I made to palm him a tip but as soon as our fingers touched I found myself staring into the room from the other side, through his eyes. I looked around and couldn't find my own body anywhere, the only evidence that I had been standing there at all was the necklace on the ground, a faint light emanating from the now glowing eyes. I picked it up and put it back in and as I did I was standing in my own body again, the bellboy thanked me for the tip and left without any indication something had happened to him. Once the initial freakiness had died down I spent the next few days running stress tests, hopping into different people to see the limits of the powers. I was able to work out that the subjects had no awareness during the possession, afterwards they would remember what I had done while in their body fully accepting that it was them who had made those choices and that the "unexpected effects" the old woman mentioned about possessing women was completely underselling. The hormones effects built up over time the longer I was possessing them and by the end of the day I would be insatiably horny(so an hour or so for a driving test should be fine). I ended up spending a few years travelling, hopping into different people for my own gain, taking money and setting myself up a nice life until I eventually met my wife Ji-yoo and her daughter Amy, we settled down, got married and bought a house back in the states. I have a pretty sweet life so haven't had much reason to break out the necklace over the last twenty years until today. I looped it around my neck, the artifact feeling heavy against my chest and walked across the hall to Amy's room.

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I knocked on the door but didn't get a response. Cupping my ear to it I could hear her inside talking quietly to someone about what they planned to do today, Kim no doubt, and I knocked again harder this time.

"Go away! I told you I'm not coming out!"

Such a little brat, I contemplated unscrewing the handle and forcing my way in but a better idea occurred to me.

"Ok I can't force you," I shouted through the door, "I have to go out for a while and it would really make me happy if you changed your mind and did your test before I came back."

No response.

That was ok, I wasn't expecting the guilt angle to work but all I needed was her to unlock the door so I could touch her to possess her body. I walked down the stairs and pretended to slam the door then waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs. About five minutes later I heard the sound of her door unlocking and Amy making her way downstairs, still on the phone.

"He's finally gone, I can't wait to see you." She said, giggling. "Imagine what he would say if he found out." It didn't sound like there was anything wrong with Kim at all, Amy was clearly lying to me to get out of her test again! I couldn't hear the other end of the call but she was giggling even more now. "I'm sure I can take it all this time, I've been practicing."

She reached the bottom of the stairs at this point and before she could turn and see me I put a hand on her shoulder. The effect as always was instant, one second I was standing behind Amy about a foot over her and the next I was looking through her eyes at a much lower level than I was used to. I must have pressed too hard on her as she stepped down the stairs because as soon as I was inside her body I was falling forward, I bounced off the ground letting the phone spill out of my hands as I did. I was instantly aware of how painful landing on my new tits felt, I would have expected them to work as airbags considering their size but at least they cushioned my head from hitting the ground. An arms length away I could hear murmuring from Amy's phone, I snatched it up not even putting the receiver to my ear.

"Sorry something's come up, my dad is making me do my drivers test now I'll talk to you later!" and hung up the call, the number wasn't saved but looked vaguely familiar though I couldn't place it, I had saved Kim's number in my phone in case I needed to contact the girls in an emergency if Amy wasn't answering so that must be where I had seen it.

I sat up against the wall and rubbed at my sore breasts for a moment, giving myself time to adapt to my new body. My almost scandalously short skirt was riding up and it was a struggle to pull it down far enough to cover much while sitting like this and I had to straighten the crop top to keep my breasts fully inside it. There's no way a daughter of mine was leaving the house like this, let alone when I'm the one who's gonna be walking around. I stood to go upstairs again and change into something more appropriate when the doorbell rang. I checked the phone and it was already one o'clock, in the preview window of the doorbell camera I could see the car marked for trainee drivers and a man a bit older than me(the real me) waiting. I considered running upstairs and leaving him waiting a few minutes but he was already pressing the bell again and started banging on the door.

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"Hi sorry for the delay-" The man I answered the door to was in his fifties if I had to guess, not fat but definitely not fit by any means. He wore glasses, a loose pair of slacks and a polo shirt with the testing company's logo on the breast. He was staring down at his clipboard showing the thinning at the top of his head and cut me off mid sentence.

"I don't appreciate being left to wait, especially on my day off. Someone has called in a favour for me to come and collect you today but don't think that means I'll go easy on you, in fact..." he trailed off as he finally looked up from his clipboard noticing the woman standing in front of him. I could see his eyes stop at my exposed thighs before continuing up and stopping dead at my cleavage, what a creep. He held his gaze there for several seconds before I waved to catch his attention.

"Sorry again for holding you up but could you possibly wait another few minutes while I go upstairs and get changed?" He looked at me, eyebrows raised for a moment before smirking and giving me another once over.

"Don't be silly this is fine, come on let's get moving the clock is already ticking." I barely had a chance to close the door behind me before he had his hand on my bare lower back, guiding me towards the car. Luckily Amy had draped a small purse over her shoulder before she left, I was able to slide her phone in there and saw she had keys so I wasn't going to be locked out when I got home. As we got to the car and the instructor left me at the drivers side to go around to sit in the passengers, I felt his hand 'innocently' brush across the bottom of my ass. I had gotten this favor from an old friend who ran the company, after this was over I'd have to ask him how stringent his hiring policies were. I vaguely remember him mentioning he hired ex-cons but surely he wasn't going to expose my eighteen year old daughter to one.

I threw the purse into the back and sat down into the drivers seat, pulling the seatbelt across my chest and struggling to find an angle where it would sit comfortably before realising I was much shorter that usual and the seat was set too far away from the wheel for me to reach. I looked around for the adjustment lever as the instructor settled into the passenger side. He noticed what I was doing and jumped into action.

"Here let me get that for you." He reached across my body and stretched his right arm over to grab the lever, this left one side of his face brushed up against my breasts and he seemed to take his time pulling the seat forwards, once he did it came forward with enough force to pull the seatbelt tight in between my tits. His face now fully pressed against them, he turned and looked at me from between my cleavage.

"How is that?" he said with a grin.

"Fine."

I loosened the belt and fixed my skirt that had crept up while he settled back into his seat. I adjusted the mirrors, turned the key and prepared to reverse out of the driveway.

"Wait stop!" he roared and I slammed the brake, we had barely moved and this is the way I'd been reversing out of my own driveway for years. "Please place one arm behind my chair and look out the rear window when reversing."

"But this is the correct way, this is how I learned?"

"Talking back will only get you marked down, follow my instructions." He put one arm behind my chair and turns to face me, gesturing to look behind. I waited for him to move so I could do the same but he gave me an impatient look so I hooked one arm under his behind his chair and turned my body to look over before starting to reverse. I had to be much slower this way because my vision was more limited than just using the mirrors, I glanced over to check my side mirrors and saw he was using this opportunity to stare down my top which the belt had pulled at and exposed the tops of my tits. I reversed back faster than I probably should have, shifted into first and started down the street.

For a few minutes we drove in silence, out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me intently, only interrupted every now and again by having to turn to his clipboard and write something down. I've been driving for years and years so none of this test was in any way difficult for me but I kept my hands on 'ten and two' and tried to drive as perfect as I could to portray the nervous new driver.

"Alan." He said after a few minutes had passed.

"What?"

"My name is Alan, we hadn't been properly introduced." His hand was extended and I took one from the steering wheel to shake it. "Wrong, that was a test to see if you could be distracted. Never take your hands off the wheel." With that he turned back and started writing again.

"Amy." I responded, a bit coldly.

"Continue down the street Amy and avoid any more distractions."

I drove on for another few minutes, silently cursing this guy's attitude, when I felt something touching my leg. I ignored the feeling for a second until I realised it was Alan's hand resting just above my knee. I reached to pull it away.

"Hands on the wheel!" he barked, "This is part of the test, you can't let anything distract you."

"I don't remember getting felt up being part of the test."

"I'm the tester and I'm doing you a favor here, but if you want we can turn around now and I'll tell my boss you were offering sexual favors for a pass. Just look at how you're dressed, clearly you're trying to provoke me."

My mouth dropped open but I said nothing, just bit my lip and kept driving on. I was already probably halfway through the test and if I stopped it now I'd probably have to possess Amy and start all over again another day since she was so insistent on not getting her license. As I continued on I felt his hand move slightly further up my leg, his fingers now tracing small circles on my smooth skin, though he kept staring straight ahead. This happened a couple of times, I drove through the streets and he inched his hands ever so slightly further up my leg until after a few minutes he was gently rubbing the inside of my thigh. At this point I could feel goosebumps on my arms and a shiver down my back, the feeling was nice. He had soft skin and seemed to know what he was doing, at one point he looked over and noticed my nipples had hardened and smirked. I glanced at him and he had placed his clipboard down, his now free right hand stroking over a growing bulge in his trousers. This was getting heavy and the test was taking much longer than I'd planned for, I broke the silence.

"I've almost driven out the far side of town, do you want me to turn back?" It broke him out of his spell and he considered for a moment looking at the area around us.

"Not yet, we still have the engine check to do, I know a good spot around here." He started giving directions which led us to an empty parking lot a bit outside of town. "Pull in here."

I pulled into what turned out to be an empty parking lot surrounded by a few abandoned stores, he was out of his seat and circled the car before I had my belt fully off and opened the door for me, offering his hand. I could still see the bulge of his erection poking out as I took his hand and allowed myself to be helped out of the car. I swung a leg out to step down and realised I was flashing my underwear as the skirt rose up, I looked up at Alan who definitely noticed and tried to cover myself up but between my rush to cover my modesty, the awkwardness of my new height and the short heels I was wearing I managed to stumble on the lip of the car door and start to fall. Alan, still holding my hand, pulled me towards him and with his other hand he was able to catch me before I hit the deck.

"Thanks." I breathed, trying to adjust myself before realising the hand he'd caught me with was palming one of my breasts and after I'd stood back up it hadn't left. He gave it a small squeeze and I surprised myself by letting out a small moan, not expecting the sensitivity of my new chest.

"Anytime." He smiled but still hadn't released me, in fact he started making small massaging motions which caused another shiver that started at my neck and ran down to the slight dampness between my legs. I put a hand on his before I let out another moan and gently pried it away.

"The engine check?" It came out surprisingly meek and he just nodded, not releasing my hand but holding it and leading me to the hood which he popped open for me. Hand still held, he moved me between himself and the hood without a lot of room to move, I could feel him rock-hard now pressing gently against the cleft of my cheeks.

"Please point out where you'd put the windscreen fluid." Easy enough even with the knot of lust forming, I leaned forward and pointed to the right spot. He leaned over me, as if to verify my answer that he could clearly see from where he was and the angle gave him access to press the head of his cock against my womanhood, only my panties and skirt and his pants and underwear separating us. The weight pressing my panties against it made me all too aware of how wet I'd become and I finally had to consider how far I was going to let this game go.

Something I'd learned about myself from my years of testing the necklace was that my ultimate fetish in a woman's body was submission, especially if there was a power imbalance at play. I'd used my body to get out of issues with police, deal with troublesome bosses or even aggressive men and it didn't take long to realise how much of a turn-on it had become for me, to the point where I'd occasionally put myself into situations I wouldn't have in my own body just to get off from being used. So as Alan grinded his length against me I started to lose myself in the moment, I reached between my legs and found his cock straining against his pants and started to gently pinch and rub the head. He grunted, probably surprised by my forwardness, then placed his hands on my hips, being more obvious now with his thrusting.