In The Middle Of A Frat Party

"Dude! Look!" An annoying voice shouted, elbowing you in the side and causing your to spill your red solo cup of beer all over your shirt. "Paula's giving you the look, maaaan!" The voice shouted, a hand on your back forcing you to step forward, towards a geeky-looking brunette standing over by the punch bowl.

The beer on your shirt could wait. If the look on... what was her name again? Whatever. Unless she was fucking with you, your shirt wasn't staying on! Actually... wasn't she a bitch earlier? Yeah. Yeah! She bumped into you and then slapped you for staining her shirt or something. Yeah, she was fucking with you. Bitch.

"Chuck!" She shouted. Ugh. She probably asked around for your name. Probably learned that you HATED being called that too. "CHUCK!" She shouted, louder this time, as she marched over, hands on her hips.

"What? Gonna slap me again?" You groaned, intentionally not looking at the annoying geek as she stuck a finger in your face. "Get that out-"

"Dude. It's me. I think." The geek hissed. "Or kinda? Super confusing. Especially getting all wet looking at you, feels weird man."

"What?! Who-"

"Uuuugh. Okay, okay." The geek mumbled, finally catching your attention. "Okay. Classic time travel, classic cloning question, we've thought about this! If there's another you, completely same DNA, and you have sex with them, is it masturbating or gay? Because it's totally masturbating, it's just more of you."

"...Why are you bringing that up?" You asked, your curiosity piqued. "I'd only bring that up if-"

"Yeah. After I... or Paula, I mean, slapped you, I like... it's weird. I'm looking at myself, I am myself, but I'm also this fucking nerd!" She hissed, suddenly groping her chest. "Don't make me explain it, I know I'm dumb."

"I need proof. What-"

"Still a virgin. You got to second base with Veronica, but she had this weird lump on her tit and you asked about it. Killed the mood, she freaked out, she dumped you over text from the ER. Lori always wears those sexy fucking thongs and they... you always called it 'dolphin tail' but it's 'whale tail', dude. Anyway, they always do that and... like, it's like she wants you to look at her ass." She said, licking her lips. "That fat, juicy ass..."

"You're..."

"Yeah, like I've been saying. No idea how... you did it or how to undo it or... whatever. Head upstairs?" The other you asked, puffing up her modest chest. "Ah, but I won't do a blowjob. I... Paula, I mean, has a real bad gag reflex. I mean, I'll give you one, but you'll get vomit on your dick. Our dick."

"...You know I'm gonna try to get another girl to slap me." You said, rubbing your chin. "Two girls a-"

"Are better than one, I know. But... what if this whole thing is like, limited to one girl at once? What if I fucking DIE because of it?" Other you interrupted, adjusting the glasses on her face. "Plus, what if we... you can avoid the whole 'slap' thing? I don't remember how it felt for you, but my hand's still stinging." She sighed, pointing up at the ceiling. "I'm smarter than you now, from Paula. So listen to me when I say we go upstairs, lose your virginity, and we test after that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow...