Dagmar's Perspective

I walk as quickly as I can to my classroom. It takes a bit longer than I expected, thanks to my new body. Dagmar's strides were shorter than mine by over a third, and paired with her new heels, it takes almost 3 minutes longer than usual. Not bad. I manage to reach class right before Mr. Beasly steps in, and get off with a warning. I walk in and freeze for a moment, surprised to see someone already at your place. It was you, well, technically it was atleast your body.

"You've been replaced by a Doppelganger, who can look and act just as you do when you every time you use your heritage." I remember the words from the tape, relaxing as it all falls in place.

"Ms. Freya, I hope you don't plan on interrupting class for too long." Mr. Beasley, the chemistry teacher says dryly. "Please, take your seat." I break out of my stupor and take my place, in Dagmar's seat, right next to my doppelganger.

Class proceeds in usual fashion, with Mr. Beasley droning on about electrodes this and reactants that. Surprisingly, I feel a twinge of interest in what he's saying, courtesy of Dagmar's inquisitiveness, however your own thoughts soon eclipse that. I'm far too perplexed by the presence of my doppelganger. You observed him with sideways glance, taking care not to act out of character for Dagmar. Wondering who or what he was, I attempt to slide closer to him, but as soon as you shift your weight to your side, you convulse involuntarily; you butt plug digging into your insides.

"Hnngh~" I cover my mouth immediately, but a moan escapes my lips, and the girl who sat on in front of you turns and looks at you, concerned. Flustered, I wave your hand dismissively, assuring her that I was fine. She doesn't look convinced, but nods and looks forward again. My clone, on the other hand, looks unperturbed, almost like he heard nothing. But that couldn't be, he had to have heard it!

Look at me, you stupid fucking oaf! How can you be so fuckin-

Suddenly, almost robotically, he abruptly turns his head and looks straight at you. I nearly jump out of my seat, startled by the unnatural movement. He keeps staring at me, but says nothing.

"Well? How long are keep staring at me, creep." Dagmar's bitchy side takes over.

His eyes unflinching, he responds. "What would you have me do?"

Odd question. Well for starters, I stop tell him to drop his attitude!, you think.

"Apologies my lord, is this better?"

"Better, but- WAIT A MINUTE!" You'd only said that in your head, not out loud. How did he know?

"I am commanded by your thoughts my liege. As such, I have access to your memories and can act as you normally or as you want me to. If you will it, I shall do whatever you can imagine, if its within my power."

Fascinating. Can you not communicate with me, then? With your mind?

"I'm afraid that is beyond me, master. My apologies."

Oh, you don't need to be so stiff. Act like the normal me when we're not alone, people might get suspicious to hear me like that. Well, that's you now. Take good care of my life, Doppelganger. I think I'll call you Dop for short!

"Alright Dagmar, if that's what you want me to do." Dop's posture falls into a lazy slump, and he looks immensely bored. Crazy to think that's how I used to be. I run my hand across my hair, playing with a few locks of hair, curling them around my fingers and enjoying the texture as they rubbed against them. Dagmar takes good care of her hair. It's all part of her daily hygiene routine. Well, I guess it's going to be my routine from today. Atleast for a while.

I smirk as I take a look through the class. So many promising candidates. And as Dagmar, the ladies had just became more, let's say, available, to me. **** is such a harsh word.

My eyes return to Dop. Of course, he was also going to be very useful.

I pull out Dagmar's phone from her handbag. It's a HiPhone mini 13 with a simple clear case highlighting the logo. Normally, I get annoyed when I see people using what was clearly in my mind just an overpriced status symbol. However I had a newfound appreciation for the it as Dagmar. Her memories allowed to quickly use the shortcuts to fly through apps and the high quality camera allowed me to easily take clear pictures of the presentation Mr. Beasley was using, something my performance focused phone struggled at. And the mini size was perfect for Dagmar, her dainty fingers allowed me to type deftly. Following this epiphany, I opened Dagmar's chats. Her memories told me to expect a text from Tristan inquiring about my conversation with Dagmar. My intuition turned out to be right on the mark.

"Hey Babe. What did the dweeb need from you?" Acutely aware as I was of Tristan's true nature as Dagmar, I felt my face getting hot from the insult. However, I couldn't stay mad for long. I was his lovely girlfriend. after all~. How could I stay mad at my big strong man?

"Nm. Meet me after class?" I quickly type a reply before putting down my phone. A ding ensues soon after, but I didn't check it. After all, I knew.