Becoming someone as powerful as Paul Farber might feel like hitting the jackpot, but something about him gives you pause. Just getting to him will be a challenge, but who knows what scrutiny you’ll be under if you pull it off. Maybe a simpler life would be easier. “Tempting, but I’ll pass.”
Merry chuckles, rubbing your arm. “Playing it safe, I see. It’s alright – Leslie does the same.” She leans closer, asking you in a playful tone. “Made your decision yet?”
“Yeah. I think I know who I wanna be.”
--
It’s nighttime, and the abandoned building near the old library at the corner of Carlyle and 4th buzzes with life. Lights and shadows can be seen from within, and studied dialogues are shouted. Merry tells you it’s the staging of last year’s Modern Theater college competition winner, Four Lives and Five Futures, sponsored by the MTSU School of Fine Arts.
But that’s not your destination. It’s the old library itself, fifteen minutes before closing. You’re carrying an old backpack while Merry slings Tina’s bookbag over her shoulder, carrying the pens inside.
You make your way into the study rooms farthest from the door. Inside, Merry drills you with the details of her plan. “I’ll go to the counter and see if I can bring Claudia. If I haven’t arrived with her before the guard checks on you, zap him and come with me."
“Do I have to wear him?”
“Naw. Just tell Ms. Nicholls that the guard fainted, but hide him. I’ll take care of the rest.” Leaving you with the black pen, she makes her way to the counter. Other than Claudia, the guard, a couple students and you, the whole place’s empty – there should be no issue.
Out of curiosity, you check Tina’s bookbag for the folder. Inside, there are copies of a thesis from ten years ago, highlighted with yellow marker. What’s most intriguing are the notes on all sides; they’re all in Tina’s handwriting, between summaries and comments. You’ve seen Tina do this before – it's how she does research – but you didn’t expect Merry to actually go with it.
“Excuse me...” The revelation distracts you so much that you flinch as the guard knocks on the door. “The library’s about to close. Please step out of the room.”
Merry’s nowhere to be seen, so you move straight to plan B. “Alright, sir. Before that, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, but make it quick.”
“In private?” The guard gives you a puzzled stare. “It’s just that I was wondering about the lights on the abandoned building aside.”
“MTSU’s McFarley School of Humanities owns the place,” he says as he leans closer. “I think they’re doing a theater showcase or something like that.”
“But I heard it’s also used for parties.”
He chuckles but doesn’t move from the door. “Yeah, I heard the same.”
“Do they do drugs or something there?”
“Campus authorities wouldn’t allow it.”
“Because I heard my sister telling me that,” you improvise. “She told me as we were passing – said something about the smell of weed in the air.”
“It’s not our business, but I’ll alert campus police if necessary.” He’s not budging, and you’re running out of ideas.
However, you distracted him enough to have Merry come to the rescue. “What’s going on?”
“I was informing your brother that the library’s about to close.”
“I know – I was just about to store everything.” She glances at the pen, then at you. “Say, are you feeling alright?”
“Yes. Why?”
She grabs his eyelid, nudging him in. “Dilated pupils. And you’re kinda pale. Are you feeling drowsy?”
“No, ma’am.” He’s growing wary of you, but he’s in. “Why would you say that?”
“Are you?” Then, she gestures with her hand – a sign that she wants you to shoot him. You do so, and he only manages to release a small yelp before deflating.
While you hide him, Merry goes to fetch Claudia from her spot. Soon, she leans into the door, startled. “What happened?”
“I was talking to the guard, and he suddenly fainted! He must be there – help me check him out.”
“Let me see if...” As she turns near you, Merry closes the door, keeping guard. Claudia can only see a glimpse of the guard’s deflated skin before you turn her into one, falling squarely before him.
“Mission accomplished.” Merry locks the door and pulls out your cloned skin from her purse. “Change while I set things up.”
Once undressed, you strip Claudia of her clothing, giving her your first full look. She’s petite, arguably in her mid-forties, with barely a hint of wrinkles in her eye slits. She has a dignified, regal look to her even when deflated, owing to her thin frame.
As you unlatch her bra, you can see she’s stacked on top – two large, perky breasts relax from their prison, squished by gravity into overflowing flesh cupcakes. The same can’t be said from the bottom – though her waist is impossibly thin, suggesting the barest outline of curvy hips, she wears padded panties and several layers of stockings to give the impression of a fuller figure.
You’re afraid you’ll rip her off, but Betsy was almost as small, and you somehow fit inside her. Pushing your long, hairy leg in does nothing to Claudia’s slim, flawless legs, slightly marred by the marks of multiple stockings. You feel shorter once you lift her skin over your knees.
Just like before, your raging hard-on fades away as soon as you adjust your groin, as if something swallowed it and turned it inwards. Her hairy groin now adorns yours, the only part of her lower body she refuses to shave. Even your larger waist is swallowed by hers, giving you that impossible waistline she sports. Her delicate arms come next, and soon, her lovely breasts adorn your chest.
Finally – almost ritualistically – you spread open the back of her head, watching the slits that adjust to your eyes, nose and mouth. It’s amazing to see how the insides have the color of rosy flesh, moist and complete with capillaries, but how they warp as you stretch them.
“You can check her out later,” Merry warns you, and you finish your transformation by pushing her face into yours. You fondle it, admiring her thin, refined nose and her puffed cheeks while feeling how the slit in your back merges until nothing remains.
It's impressive how you feel nude right now. Her thin frame and massive breasts threaten to topple you, and the cool air and chilly marbled floor don’t help. You’re on a timetable, so you slide her padded panties first, then replace and adjust her bra with Merry’s help.
You’re slipping the first of the stockings when you hear a knock on the door. You hide behind as Merry deals with the eavesdroppers. “Everything’s fine – it seems the guard fainted but he’s recovering.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” you add, startling Merry. You smile as you feel her aristocratic, whispery tone flowing from your lips.
Merry locks the door again and hisses at you. “They could’ve caught us!”
“They’d be worried if they didn’t hear about me.” You adjust her second set of stockings (nude-colored but closer to her skin tone) to hide the bulges of your padded panties. “This’ll give us some time.”
“We still need to give you her memories.”
“That shouldn’t take long, right?” She nods, conceding. “Then let me finish this.”
As you finish putting on the third set of stockings, Merry proceeds with the next phase of her plan. She clicks the cloned skin with the black pen, bringing it back to life, then hands you the brown pen. “Wake him up.”
As you point and click the brown pen to him, you feel a sudden case of vertigo, as if something was dragging you along. Just then, your clone wakes up, groaning and confused. “What’s going on...?”
“Young man?” you say in an authoritative tone. “Would you mind dressing up?”
He shivers and scurries away, grabbing your briefs. You adjust the fourth and last set of stockings as he asks. “Aren’t I supposed to be inside her?”
“He is,” Merry tells your fake. “You’re the replacement.”
He chuckles as he sees you. “Will I get the chance to be her one day?”
“No - you only exist to cover him at home.” Merry’s irritation feels bizarre – she's evoking Tina when you pester her too much, but you’re seeing it from afar. “Now, shut up and dress.”
You finish putting on her skirt and blouse, and sliding her small feet into her pumps, when Merry grabs the brown pen. Your fake tries to stop her, but she slaps his hand aside. “Sit down – you're gonna feel vertigo when this hits you.”
“Won’t that give me your memories?”
“No. You’ll see when you wake up.”
You sit, and as soon as she shoots you, you feel that same vertigo as before – except now, it knocks you out, leaving you breathless...
--
What’s happening? You ask yourself, watching as you’re inside Study Room E. That girl told me Marshall was knocked out, and then I see--
“You all right?” James Marshall checks on you, alongside the student that called for you and her brother. “Gonna have to check the gas valves – there must be an escape.”
“Probably.” You grab your forehead, trying to make sense of things. The girl asked you to follow her to this room, claiming issues with the documents you copied for her during the afternoon. When you said you’d happily help her tomorrow (why is she doing that so close to closing time?), she desisted, but then returned claiming James was knocked down.
Then, you see James, as if a roller had squeezed him flat, and then...
Everything comes back to you. Merry said the brown pen doesn’t give you memories, but you recall that very clearly.
Just as you recall you’re Claudia Doreen Nicholls, soon-to-be head librarian of Tyneside Municipal Library. And you’re about to close up and return to your comfy cottage, munch on some light dinner and then sleep on that soft, luscious bed.
But this is your life now. How about doing what you want for once?
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