Chris Miller, Male, Dream Partner is Female Version of Self, Slutty Submissive

Chris has been told by some people … actually scratch that … he has been told by a lot of people that he has a bit of an ego. That he can be a bit of a narcissist. And while he would love to disagree with them, deep down he knows it’s true. His group of friends have even gone as far as to say “He’d date a chick version of himself if he could.” That very outrageous thing is running through his brain as he looks at the email in front of him.

“This has got to be a joke, right?” he asks himself. “It must be. There’s no way an actual company called ‘Parallel Lovers’ exists. And there’s no way they can actually deliver on their promise to ‘Scour the multiverse to find your perfect match.’ What kind of idiot do people take me for?” He walks away from his laptop, but he still thinks about the email. Finally concluding that it must be a joke from one of his friends, his guess Alex, he decides to play along.

“Alright, they want to joke around, let’s give them what they want to hear.” He starts typing away.

Name: Chris Miller

Sex: Male

Description of Ideal Partner. Well, they already see him this way, time to play along. Description of Ideal Partner: Female version of myself. “Maybe it would be better to elaborate.” Female version of myself. And I mean that as the same general personality and everything. She’s got to be hot. Must have big tits, no smaller than DD cups. Great ass. Must be okay with sharing me with other women, since I’m such a catch myself. In fact, better yet, make her kind of bisexual, so she can join in on the fun too.

Favorite Personal Fetish: I’ve been told I can be a bit of a control freak, so make her turned on by that. Have her be submissive to me and down to fuck whenever. Even if we are in public and surrounded by people. I want to be her dominant.

And send. “Ha, we’re going to have a laugh about this tomorrow.” He walks away from the laptop and heads to take his shower.

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Kris Miller looks at the form she received in her email for a dating service called “Parallel Lovers,” and can’t help but laugh. “This is so stupid. What kind of prank is this? As if this would actually work. And even if it did, as if they’d actually find a guy worthy of me. If I can’t find a guy like that in my world, and I have tried, what makes them think they could find one in another?”

Kris has long been told she has an inflated sense of worth, even by her own friends. It’s honestly a miracle they have been able to put up with her for so long. All through elementary school, middle school, high school, and now college they have stood by her and her narcissistic tendencies. They think that she would, “100% fuck herself if she was a dude,” as she overheard them say.

She eventually concludes that the email is a joke, most likely from her friend Lexi. Kris looks at the time and says, “Well, I’ve got some time to kill,” and sits down to fill out the form.

Name: Kris Miller

Sex: Female

Description of Ideal Partner: Male version of myself. She decides to have a little fun. Must be hot. Has got to be a least 6 feet tall. And can’t have a dick smaller than 8 inches. I want him to be strong, so he can pick me up and toss me around. Oh, and I guess he has to have similar interests to me, but I’m mostly worried about the physical stuff. Oh, and he’s got to be cool with me occasionally having sex with women. I can be a one-man kind of woman, but I’ll be damned if I have to say goodbye to pussy. One last thing, he’s got to be able to keep up with my libido.

Favorite Personal Fetish? Now, this is one she’d have to think about. Oh, who is she kidding? She knows exactly what to put. Favorite Personal Fetish: I’ve grown so tired of being in charge. I want him to take charge. Going back to what I said before, I want him to be able to throw me around. I want him to order me around. I want him to make my body his own plaything. To put it mildly, I want him to be my dominant and I’ll be his submissive.

“And send,” she says after completing the form. “We’ll definitely get a kick out of that tomorrow.” She gets up from her computer and goes to shower.

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“We’ve got a match,” the Parallel Dating worker hears his computer say. “Let’s see what we have this time,” he says. He reads the names of the two perfect matches. “Chris Miller and … Kris Miller? Oh great, another pair of siblings who want to fuck each other’s brains out.” He reads the forms and says, “Scratch that. These are the same person. Alright, that’s a bit weirder. The ego on these two. They must be perfect for each other.”

He starts typing up the response email to the pair, including instructions on where to meet for the first time. “And send,” he says after finishing up the email. “I’m willing to place money that they are going to fuck the first chance they get. And you know what, good luck to them.”

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Chris and Kris return to their respective rooms, hair still wet from their showers. They get an email notification and check them out. They both read, “You’ve got a match,” and responds, “What the fuck?”