You wake up, adjusting your glasses; despite that, your eyesight is still blurry. Seeing David, your brother, on top of Mrs. Hunt must have shocked you into fainting. You’re not sure who to be angrier with – she for inciting him, or your brother for accepting.
As your eyes adjust, you see her standing before you, naked. You shudder, stepping back. “Missus Hunt!? What’s the big idea!?”
“Ohhhh!” she grins. “You’re acting like Claire now?”
“Whaddya mean acting?” You say, as you split from her. “What I’m asking is why you’re naked?”
“Babe, you know why!”
Babe? (Why would Mrs. Hunt call you like David and Jessica call each other?) Wait, how do I know that? Wait – is that how they call each other? They’re so corny!
“No, ma’am, I don’t know. And why are you calling me ‘babe’’?”
“You sure you don’t?” Katie’s mother wraps her arms around you, making you skittish. “You don’t recall how we humped each other?”
You push her away, disgusted, “Eww! No! Gross!” You rub your flesh, retching. “No way! You were having sex with Davey!?”
“David, I thought you...” She looks at you with worried eyes, then looks at the pen she was holding. “Crap.”
“What crap?”
“Hold on.” She points the pen at you again; as she clicks, you feel a disturbing shock running through your spine.
You swat the back of your neck, shivering. “Eek! What’s the big idea, Missus Hunt!?”
“You recognize who you are?” she asks, terrified.
“Uh, yeah. Claire. Why’re you asking?”
“Oh, dear...”
You stand up, checking the corridor. “Where’s Katie? Hell – where's David? When I get him, I’m gonna give ‘im a piece of my mind!” You shove her, furious. “And what’s with you, ma’am!? He’s Jessica’s boyfriend!”
“David, it’s me!” She sets the pen aside and touches the back of her neck. Soon, you notice how she stretches her skin, and to your shock, you see Jessica pulling her mother’s face from hers.
“Jess?” you shriek. ”Wh-what is this!?”
“David, you really don’t remember?” You try to, but it’s difficult when you can’t comprehend what you’re seeing. So it wasn’t Mrs. Hunt who slept with your brother, but Jessica wearing a realistic disguise of her? And what if David’s out there, wearing a realistic disguise of you? Maybe Jessica made a mistake, confusing you two. Maybe Jessica convinced your gullible big brother of wearing a--
Gullible? You hear a voice from within – David’s voice. You touch your back, and you feel something strange and sunken – some sort of line, as if a scar from a cut. Yet, when you dig deeper, it splits, and as you pull it away from you, you realize...
You shake your head, groaning. “What the hell was that?”
“David!” Jessica glomps you, and you can hear her choke. “I thought I lost you to Claire!”
“To be fair, I honestly thought I was her.” You wonder how, when you hear your little sister’s annoying voice explaining.
I guess it must be that brown pen Jess’s holding, no? She clicked once, probably because she was scared you were acting too much like me. It’s hard to believe how much she understood without having experienced it. “Seems the pen connects you with whoever you’re wearing.”
“How come?”
“I’m basically talking to her.”
“Shit!” Jessica says, reacting in horror. “If that’s the case, they’re gonna learn we did this to them, and then--”
“Jess?” you tell her, trying to distract her with Claire’s cockiness. “Stop being such a worrywart. We can always ask them what we think of them and how we could convince them to keep shut.”
“You think so?”
“If they won’t approve...” You wince. “Well, we’ll have to figure out an excuse they’ll believe. And again, we could ask them!”
“Still - that means Claire saw us.”
“Yeah, but she’s not sure. We could convince her she thought she saw me and your mom doing it and the shock fainted her, and then--”
“Alright, alright!” She looks at you and cackles. “Hey - you know you’re posing as her, right?”
You look at your pose, catching a glimpse of Claire’s chest. The response is immediate. Davey! You’re such an asshole! You’re so jealous of me you want to be me! Tell me you didn’t see me naked. Oh, what am I saying – you probably already played with my titties and my pussy. Ugh, why do I have to have such a disgusting brother!?
“Seems like it, but she’s pissed that I’m wearing her.”
And also that you probably have your dirty wee-wee inside my vajayjay! You’re such a dirty, dirty pervert – sleeping with Jessica as her mom, putting me on, looking at my titties and my pussy! I’m even more pissed at Jessica because she’s allowing you to do this!
“And she’s pissed at you too.” You focus your attention on your inner whining voice. Claire-bear, shut up.
You hear her huffing and gruffing, and you feel like stomping away from this place. Yeah, ‘cos little girls should shut their mouths and close their eyes. Davey, I’m not a little girl anymore.
But it’s a cute nickname! Why do you hate it so much?
Try surviving high school with your worst enemy calling you by your pet nickname. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy!
You chuckle, catching Jessica’s attention. “What’s so funny?”
“I know Claire hates that I call her ‘Claire-bear’, but I get why now. She fears her worst enemies – uh, Phoebe Saunders and Krysta Mayweather – will torture her for the rest of her school life if they hear it.”
“We could always turn into them and discover their deepest secrets so that Claire gets the upper hand on them.”
“But we don’t even know if we’ll be able to wake them...”
“Like I said – it'd be stupid of them if you couldn’t turn them back. There could always be an accident that causes you to zap yourself. The only logical thing is to have some way to turn them back.”
Probably using whatever she used to turn Mrs. Hunt and me into whatever we became so we could be worn.
“Claire thinks you could recover them by using... uh, the pens. The one you used.”
“The black pen?”
“Uh-huh. That one.”
Jessica rubs her chin, giggles, then kisses you on the lip. “You’re such a genius! See – it only makes sense!”
“We haven’t tested it,” you remind her.
An’ besides, I was the one that figured that out!
“Right - and it was Claire who figured it out, not me.”
“You don’t look like David right now,” she points out, grabbing Claire’s shirt. “You look like a very cute and smart sixteen-year-old girl.”
“Yeah, I look like my sister--”
“And you can pose like her. But can you act like her, like you did just now?”
You shrug, pondering the possibility. Claire herself answers it for you. Well, if you want to, I could help you try to act like me. You’ll need it if you wanna fool someone. But don’t think I’ll forgive you for this, Davey.
You close your eyes, summoning all of her cocky behavior. Your response feels as natural as breathing. “I think I could pull it off, Missus Hunt.”
“Excellent.” She grabs the brown pen, snickering. “Guess I’ll test it out on myself. Wait for me here, alright?”
--
You’re admiring your new face in the mirror – young, cute, in the umbral of childhood and adulthood – when you notice Jessica stumble on her room with a confused look. “Claire!” she exclaims. “What happened...?”
She must be thinking she’s Missus Hunt, you deduce. “I’ll explain, but sit on the bed first.” You guide her there, then sit beside her. “You must’ve looked for Jessica and Katie, right?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened, by the way? I noticed the door was unlocked.”
“Unlocked!?” She stands up, but you gently pull her back. “Oh God, maybe we were robbed!”
“Don’t worry, ma’am - everything’s on its place. Just tell me what happened.”
“It was...” She rubs her forehead. “All I know is that Jessica checked the mail, then asked about whether I ordered a box or something. I asked her to store it, but then Katie started arguing with her... Then she calls for me, saying it was important – that something happened to Katie – and then--”
“You fainted, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t remember anything else?” you ask in a sing-along voice. “Like, my brother David arriving?”
“No. Is David here?”
“Yeah,” you chirp, channeling Claire’s enthusiasm rather than her loathing. (Or is it? She sounds more disappointed in you.) “By the way, did you see Jessica holding a black pen?”
“A pen?” She shakes her head. “I think so. Why?”
“You don’t recall her clicking it? Or pointing it at you?”
“No.”
“I see.” This isn’t your idea, but Claire’s - you’ll be very direct. “Alright, here’s the deal. There were two pens. Jessica used the first one on you. She’s inside you now.”
“What? Claire, you can’t be--!”
“And then she used the second one, and now you think you’re your mom. Remember, Jess? How I started acting like Claire when you used it?”
“Claire, enough with the jokes! What’s the meaning of--?”
“It took me a while to realize something was wrong. Start thinking about everything that happened.” Despite the urging, Jessica’s still confused, so you switch to your plan. “Maybe this’ll shake your head.”
You lunge towards her, planting a wet kiss. You drive your tongue through hers, clenching your new hips on her abdomen; you suck and you explore, seeking Jessica inside those green eyes.
Then, you feel the nervous tongue of your girlfriend spring to life. She grabs you, rubbing yours all over. She steps back, and you see her unmistakable grin. “Mmm. I could get used to this.”
“You still have to take me home, Missus Hunt. Remember?”
“Yeah, but...” She takes off her blouse, growling. “How about I teach you how to be a woman first, my dear?”
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