It feels so perfect, you’re worried someone may be up to you. Clarisse Hoover is stepping out of that impregnable fortress, in a rare moment of lack of foresight and weakness. All you need to do is to follow her, wait until she’s distracted, and your ticket to Stanley Hoover’s house will be punched.
But this could be the opportunity Jessica has to prove herself. You can let her loose and check if she has any qualms about replacing Clarisse by urging her to do the replacement on her own. If she decides to embrace this new life, you won’t push her. But if she embraces the job...
You call Jessica, only to hear Cassie answering. “What’s up, bestie?”
“Is Jess around?”
“Sure! She’s...” You hear a slight pause, her voice fading and returning. “...around. Maybe a little occupied. Why?”
“I found someone for her. The alderman’s daughter. I’m looking for her.”
“Hold on – gonna have to stop her.” You hear Cassie speak to someone else – most likely Jessica, ready to touch herself. “Babe? Get used to it – I like how Rach calls you. Anyways, it’s Rach – she's looking for you. Says she found someone for you.” After a pause, you hear her loud and clear. “Give her a couple minutes to prepare.”
“Tell her to go as herself,” you warn Cassie. “I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”
“I’ll tell her. Need me for anything?”
“Just keep searching if you can get in. If Jess can’t find anything inside Hoover’s house, I’ll try to get you Silverman.”
“Alright. Good luck, bestie.”
As you hang, you notice Clarisse on the move with her friends. Trying to trap her here would have been a mistake. You’ll need to see where she ends and hope she doesn’t escape while you snatch your girl.
--
As Jessica steps in, you step on the gas and fiddle on your purse. “Gotta make this quick. I’ll give you a good luck kiss once you’re there.”
“Not gonna tell me anything on how I look?”
You catch a glimpse, wishing you were the one on the passenger’s seat. Seeing her back in a small, tight T-shirt, stretched by her B-cups, and denim shorts accenting her curves and legs, her blonde hair loose and flowing, stirs all the right bits. You feel your body heating up from within, trapped within Genny’s rotund flesh.
“If I could, I’d rip this woman off me and fuck you right here, right now.”
“Then how about this? You owe me one night, but as the new girl.”
“As soon as we can clone her,” you tell her. “Just remember – act casual, slip in, then make sure you can get inside Hoover’s computer.”
“Don’t worry.” You see her draw a flash drive from her cleavage. “Cassie said this’ll do the better part of the job.”
“Excellent!” You sigh, gripping the wheel. “It’ll be painful to be without you while you do that work. If we can finish this quickly--”
“--we’ll have all the sex we want.” She rubs your hips, heating you further. “Just keep those urges on check – don't want you getting too entertained with Cassie.”
“Is she entertaining you?” you tease her.
She grins. “She’s tried, but I only got eyes for you.”
“Try to play with her. That’s her way to show affection.”
“I know. I feel bad that I don’t feel anything for her, though. Maybe if she allowed you to wear her, it’d make it easier.”
“I’d never do that to her.”
“Not even because I asked nicely?” She bats her eyelashes playfully. “Pretty please?”
“What if she asks to wear you, complete with ‘pretty please’?” You see her face distort. “It’s only fair. But I can always clone her skin and try.”
That cheers her up. “That might work.” She chuckles. “That green pen sounds pretty fun, don’t you think?”
Now you chuckle. “You could say so.”
“All the benefits of wearing a skin, but you don’t have to become the original to do so. How’s that not fun?”
You shrug. “You saw it can be risky. If they remember what happened, it can get you in trouble.”
“But if you do it right...” You see her stare harden for a brief moment, but she dismisses it immediately. “All I have to do is slip into this girl, give Cassie access to her dad’s computer, then slip out and have some fun of our own, right?”
“Exactly.”
You see the most confident grin you ever saw on your girlfriend. “Then I guess I’ll have to polish my acting skills.”
“That’s my girl!” It doesn’t take long to arrive to the spot – the fancy McDonald’s with the McCafe on the commercial district – which allows you to give her some final instructions. “Now, your target’s the girl with the barrette and the denim vest.”
Fortunately, Clarisse’s outfit makes her unmistakable. In contrast to Jessica, she’s got a slimmer, if taller, body, with legs that would befit a runner. Her pretty face is the only thing she’s got in her favor – green eyes, with a few freckles spotting her cheeks. She’s one tone too dark to be a ginger, though you feel she’d look good as a blonde.
“Let me do my work, then.” As she opens the door to leave, you hold her back. “What?”
You pull her close, giving her a passionate kiss. “Can’t leave without the good luck charm.”
“Stop it! They’re gonna think I’m crazy for dating an older woman.”
“C’mon, Jess. You’re gonna be the wife of the hottest woman in all Tyneside.”
“You promise?” You nod, as you can’t imagine your life without her. “Then I’ll keep you up to that promise. Call you when I’m alone and in heat, babe.”
“Maybe we could try sex through our phones. Make me proud, babe.”
“I’ll make you more than proud,” she claims. “I’m gonna make that girl our bitch.”
As she leaves, you feel something rumbling within you. Perhaps it’s the thought of thinking your girl will become Clarisse Hoover, but also a swelling sense of pride. A sinking feeling that you were right all along – that all she needed was a little push, and she’d see things your way.
Yet, that feeling of pride slowly fades away as you see no response. You notice how Clarisse moves to the bathroom, followed by her friends, and how Jessica makes her move. Soon, you see Clarisse’s friends step out, and a few moments later, Clarisse herself. No sign of your girl.
As they leave the joint, you step inside and check the restrooms. Jessica’s clothes are behind one of the stalls, hidden from plain sight but not from a decent exploration. She must’ve slipped into Clarisse, you tell yourself as you gather them. Why would she hide her clothes otherwise?
It’s only a matter of time. You can only hope for the best.
--
The wait is grueling. Jessica hasn’t called in a while, nor she has sent a text or a sign. You’ve been stuck to the phone, willing to answer even scam calls in hopes they give you news about her. It’s so straining, even Cassie notices. “She’ll call, bestie. She must be having fun with her new friends.”
“What if they caught her and now have the pens? What if Clarisse is wearing Jess--?”
“What if you relax,” your bestie tells you, “and stop acting like the world’s gonna end? She pulled off fooling Darlene – what makes you think she couldn’t fool Clarisse?”
She stops you from fiddling with your fingers and forces you to look at her. “Rach, your girl is probably getting comfy as Clarisse. Let her cook.”
“Cook what?”
“It’s a saying. You know how cooking takes time, right? Well, let her do her stuff. When you least expect it--” You hear your phone ring, but before you can grab it, she snatches it from you. “Hello, this is the residence of Rachel, Cassie and Leah. Leave a message when you hear the beep. Beeep!” You see her nod, and she shoves the phone at you, grinning. “Message for one miss Rachel O’Leary.”
“Hello?” you exclaim in despair.
“Miss O’Leary?” you hear a young woman’s voice responding. “This is Clarisse, Stanley Hoover’s daughter.”
“Oh, thank God!” You breathe in relief. “What took you so long!?”
“I was with my friends, miss. Took us a while to arrive home. Say, I was interested in your sudden rise at my father’s company. Would you like to visit me, so we can talk...” You hear her tone switching from a cheerful to a sultry one. “...in private?”
“You think your mother won’t mind?”
“I think she’d love to meet you up close – very close, in fact. But you might want to arrive early – my dad might wonder what you’re doing here. Also, do you have something else to do?”
“Why?”
“Well, if Dad doesn’t mind... I’d love for you to stay for the night.”
--
You arrive by night via taxi to the Hoover’s house. It’s as imposing as when you first saw it, but less so during nighttime. You call your girl to inform her you arrived, and soon enough, you meet her outside. “Miss O’Leary!” she greets you effusively, wearing the same clothes you saw Clarisse leave with.
“Miss Hoover,” you greet her back as you step in. You wait until you’re fully inside before you let your lust flow – as Clarisse leaps into you, prompting you to slam her into the wall to kiss her. The taste of her tongue and lips delights you. “I missed this.”
“I was hoping you could help me with something.” She dismounts and leads you upstairs, to the master bedroom. There, you see the skin of Mrs. Beatrice Hunt, in casual clothes, fully deflated.
"You need me to help you figure out what happened to your mommy? Just give me a few minutes with her and you’ll see she’ll be good as new.”
You salivate at the idea of slipping into Beatrice. Ruin Stanley’s life by making his wife and daughter have a secret incestuous relationship? Jessica must be embracing this new life to be this bold.
And yes, she’s bold, but not in the way you thought. She’s pointing the black pen at you, almost in tears.
“Can you tell me what Tessa ordered you to do?”
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