Amanda Isn’t Who She Says She Is

Author's Foreword: Hello everybody! Sorry for the delay! I hope you like plot because the next few updates are going to be big on it as we round the corner to the sexy upcoming climax! Remember, if you want a say in how this all ends, come on by the discord before it's too late!

“Look,” Amanda let out a defeated sigh. “The truth is, Aaron, I’m not who you think I am. And neither are you.”

“I figured that much.” Aaron looked down at her expectantly, his pussy so sloppily turned-on it was literally dripping down on that dick of hers. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Look, it’s complicated okay?” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her heart was pounding, her body was so agonizingly hot, not least because of her own longing. “So achingly complicated.”

“Of course.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “Everything with this device gets complicated doesn’t it?”

Amanda whimpered.

“You’re not going to make me fuck it out of you are you?” Aaron dipped his hip just enough to mash his vaginal lips against her shaft. He’d intended it to be a smooth stroke, but it came across more like a big sloppy kiss.

“Ah!” Amanda whimpered louder. “You tease.”

“Hey, you're the one who decided everybody should be fucking as casually as speaking. Now come on, spill. Who - or what - are you?”

“Honestly?” She looked back at the remote. “There’s been so much crazy shit happening I don’t even know sometimes. So many trait swaps, so many mental mixups, so much collateral damage. Would you believe me if I said I’m still part leprechaun?” A mischievous grin managed to pierce the seriousness of the situation. “There was a whole misadventure swapping fairy tales into existence got way out of hand. My sisters are still lesbian mermaids. My dad’s a fairy princess. Its a whole weird thing.”

“Amanda.” He put a finger to her chin and tilted her head back up. “Focus.”

“Right. That’s not - that’s not the important part, is it? That’s not where you come in.”

She squirmed, their bodies rubbing as she let out another sigh.

“You have to promise you won’t get mad at me, okay? Wait till it’s all over. Hear me out, please. You owe me that much.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Fine. The truth. The truth The truth is… once upon a time, before this remote? I was a guy.” She paused, looking up to see how Aaron reacted. That alone would have been enough for most guys. “And look, I know that’s an important factor, but it’s the least of what I’m about to say so I really need you to hold off your judgements until the end.”

“You being a guy is the least of it?” He rose up, more indignant about her keeping it a secret than upset by the fact.

“Come on Aaron, I’m not a guy any more am I? Well, except this big dick of yours.” She winked. “But yes, once upon a time I was just an ordinary guy. No remote, no excitement, no future. A guy who hated himself. A guy who didn’t deserve any of what happened next.”

Aaron frowned, something about that sounded vaguely insulting.

“I want you to imagine a guy like that okay? And then one day he see this girl at a college party. And she has this remote, right? And it can do anything she wants. And I mean /anything/. It makes all of her dreams come true.”

“Is this how we're doing this?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hush,” She put a finger to his lips. “I have my reasons.”

“He saw that device and dreamed of being something better. Of turning himself into everything he wasn’t. Of excising all the worst parts of himself. and putting better things in their place. But he couldn’t, not as the person he was. He was afraid. So one day, he took the device from the girl and he stopped being who he was.”

“He stole the remote?”

“It's a little more complicated than that.” She was choosing her words carefully. “He saw this girl who was out there doing all these crazy things and he fell in love with who she was. He saw her happy and free and he wanted that for himself. He didn’t just want to be with her, okay? He wanted to be her. And with the remote, well…”

“So he stole the remote.”

“Aaron, I stole her whole life. Remote included. I became everything that she was. I stole her whole narrative arc. The whole thrust of her life.” She rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “I became her and she became him. Body, mind, soul.”

“You stole her life?” He couldn't even make sense of what that meant.

“But that’s the thing! Her life is still the same.” Tears glinted in her eyes. “The person that I am, my personality, my essence. I became her. That’s why I’m talking about it as though it was someone else. I am everything about her. I just… also remember being him. I remember being that other person, but I’m still her, I’m still me.”

“I think I might be too drunk for all this.” Aaron squinted. His head was starting to hurt.

“And I had fun with it! I reveled in it. I had not been a happy person. But now? Look, Aaron, you need to know that it’s a lot of fun being me. Of all the people I’ve been, it’s my favorite. Running around, causing all kinds of sexy chaos?” A flippant expression rose up out of the sorrow. Good memories to temper the bad. “Being the sort of person who doesn’t hold them self back? This was everything I could have wanted.”

“See, that sounds more like the you I know.”

“I’ve had a long time to come to terms with what he did. With what I did. But see, it didn’t end there. The her that I was, was now him. The old life I’d cast off was still around, oblivious. Lord knows I’d have passed him entirely, just like the old me. But this time? I knew how he felt. This time I knew he was suffering.” She put a hand on his chest. “I wanted to help.” She could feel his heart pounding beneath his trembling breasts.

“So what happened?”

“We started dating.” She smiled. “We grew. We cut out the darkest parts of us and became better. We became everything that the other of us needed”

She looked out at the other table, at the couple fucking playfully where they had been sat not too long ago. The girl that was a bra stroking her dick as she watched.

“And it was great.” her smile deepened. “The greatest days of my life. We had so many little adventures. The time we set up in a plastic surgery shop and swapped everybody to their ideal bodies? The time we we went to college and swapped all the frats and sororities around? The less said about our zoo dates the better.” she laughed. “But I was always so swept up in the swaps. All that stuff we could do, it was addictive. I was always looking out for what we could be or become. I don’t think I ever took the time to appreciated what I had.”

“And then you broke up.”

“And then he dumped me, yes. For many reasons. And I thought I’d be fine on my own or I’d find someone else. I thought I'd have the same fun with someone else. ” She let out a long sigh. “Most people go screaming when you snatch their dick away. For us it was a friendly hello.”

“I can see how that would be an issue, yeah.” He rubbed at his head.

“I had no one I could share this passion with. No one who could compare to him. Do you know how long I've been looking, Aaron?”

“So you came back for me.”

“Ah,” She smirked guiltily. “Figured it out, aye?”

“I’m starting to get the picture, yes. So, you what, swapped away those memories?” His heart pounded. “Made it so that we'd never met?”

“All the things that were us?” She looked over at her ex. “It’s all on that guy over there. God, I don't even know him that well, he was just some random dude in the wrong place at the wrong time. We kept piling all our sorrow on him. Now my heart aches so bad just seeing him.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“No, it’s true! It does. Because when I see him all I have is regret. Because you were the one who broke up with me. And I’ve never been able to move on. Because I didn’t realize what I had. Because I couldn’t change - me, of all people! Me, who can or be anything I wanted! I was the one who couldn’t change. Because I couldn’t be a real person for five minutes. Because I’d rather swap someone’s tits than have a serious talk about anything."

She roiled.

Aaron leaned back quietly.

Amanda looked away ashamed.

“So there. That's the truth of it. Yes. I wanted you back. I thought if I had one more chance I could win you back again. And that’s… that’s why I brought you here, Aaron. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to have fun with you again. I missed the way you flirt, the way you get all flustered. That slow start and that big build.” She looked up at him unsure, her gaze catching on his bared breasts and a smile crossing her face despite everything. “Not to mention those sweet tits of yours.”

Aaron let out a breath. He tried to push his whorling thoughts into order. It was all so much. It was so hard to think.

“So…” Her voice was quiet, trembling. “Where do we want to go from here?”