Ask Emma to keep your secret

Luke looked at Emma, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he had to ask her to keep his secret, but he also knew that Emma was not one to agree to something without getting something in return. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Emma, I need you to keep this a secret," Luke said, his voice soft and pleading. Emma's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"And why should I do that, Luke?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Luke hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a convincing argument. But before he could speak, Emma continued.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to have a twin sister," she said, her eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. "Someone who looks just like me, who can share my clothes, my life, my experiences."

Luke's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you saying, Emma?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emma smiled, her eyes filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down Luke's spine. "I'm saying that I'll keep your secret, Luke. But in return, you have to do something for me."

Luke hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Emma's smile widened, and she stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to be my twin sister, Luke. I want you to experience everything I experience, to feel everything I feel, to be everything I am."

Luke's eyes widened in shock. "But, Emma, that's... that's impossible. I can't just become you."

Emma shook her head. "No, Luke, it's not impossible. You've already proven that. You can become me, and you will. That's my condition. That's the deal."

Luke hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of her request. But he knew he had ****. He needed Emma to keep his secret, and if this was the price he had to pay, then so be it. He nodded, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Okay, Emma. I agree. I'll be your twin sister."

Emma's eyes lit up with excitement, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Luke! We're going to have the best time together."

Luke smiled, his heart filled with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to come, so much more to explore. And he was ready for it all.

Emma wasted no time in putting her plan into action. She grabbed Luke's hand, pulling him towards her closet. She began to pull out clothes, tossing them onto the bed, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Here, try this on," she said, handing him a short, tight dress. Luke hesitated for a moment, then slipped off the crop top and skirt he was wearing. He slipped the dress over his head, feeling the fabric stretch taut across his new breasts, the hem riding up to reveal a generous amount of thigh.

Emma nodded in approval, her eyes scanning his body. "You look amazing, Luke. Just like me."

She handed him a pair of heels, and he slipped them on, feeling the extra height they gave him, the way they made his legs look long and lean. He turned to look at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief. He looked just like Emma, her hourglass figure, her long brown hair, her blue eyes, her everything.

Emma stepped up behind him, her body pressing against his, her hands reaching around to cup his breasts. He gasped, the sensation of her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. She began to kiss his neck, her lips soft and warm against his skin, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw.

"You feel amazing, Luke," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Just like me."

Luke turned to face her, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He kissed her, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding against hers. He could taste her, the sweetness of her lip gloss, the warmth of her mouth. He could feel her body pressing against his, her breasts against his, her hips against his, her everything against his.

She led him to the bed, her body never leaving his, her lips never leaving his. They fell onto the mattress, their limbs entwined, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her desire.

She began to undress him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She slipped off the dress, revealing his lacy blue bra, his full breasts spilling over the top. She unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his matching blue thong, his wide hips and round ass on full display.

He reached for her, his hands trembling slightly as he began to undress her. He slipped off her shirt, revealing her own lacy blue bra, her breasts full and firm. He unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs, revealing her matching blue thong, her hips and ass as curvaceous as his own.

They lay there, their bodies pressed together, their breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her desire matching his own. He kissed her again, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding against hers. He could taste her, the sweetness of her mouth, the warmth of her breath.

He slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned, her body arching against his, her hips grinding against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat, her muscles clenching around him.

He began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb rubbing against her clit, his mouth never leaving hers. She moaned into his mouth, her body writhing beneath him, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He slipped another finger inside her, stretching her open, feeling her muscles clench around him. He fucked her faster, his thumb rubbing against her clit, his mouth devouring hers. He could feel his own pleasure building, his body aching with need.

She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around his fingers, her mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. He watched her, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and awe, as she rode out her pleasure, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

When she finally stilled, he slipped his fingers out of her, bringing them to his mouth, tasting her, the salty, bitter taste of her desire. He looked down at her, his heart filled with a mix of love and lust, of power and pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming.

And he knew, in that moment, that he would do anything to feel it again, to experience it again, to be with her again.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Emma)?}

Option 1 - Explore more of Emma's body, trying out different positions and sensations.

Option 2 - Transform back into yourself and talk to Emma about what just happened.

Option 3 - Ask Emma what she wants to do next, what she wants to explore.