Lily fights back

Craig

She may be the **** of me, but I’d die a happy man, Craig thought, still recovering. This has probably been the best night of my life and it’s about to get better.

After catching his breath and pulling on a pair of boxers, he walked over to the fridge for a glass of orange juice. After draining it, he pressed the glass against his head to cool down. The photo on the fridge door was another one of Hailey.

This used to be Lily’s dorm room, now it’s not. He had been distracted when he first came in but now he saw the differences. A set of dumbbells where her easel had been. Lily’s romance novels replaced by video games.

Maybe Hailey’s right, Craig thought, trying to convince himself. Lily was always so shy, she wanted to be more assertive. His hand subconsciously drifted to the shell still hanging on his chest.

I guess this is going to be Hailey’s first time too. How do I make this more romantic? Craig searched the room. Candles. Candles are romantic. And if he discovered more of Hailey’s magically constructed past during his search, it would just be an accident.

Hailey

The underwear was casually tossed in a corner before the door finished closing. Hailey knew Craig would need some time to recover but she had a lot of preparing to do and didn’t want to keep him waiting.

Her eyes went to the mirror, now not in appreciation, but to scan for flaws. Sand, sweat, motor oil. I need to shower. She pulled the band from her hair and shook out her ponytail. Conditioner too, it’s stiff from the wind.

She struggled a moment to squeeze out of the jean shorts, then the bikini. Damn, she thought, admiring her body in all its naked glory. I guess I have the DNA donors to thank for all this.

I know you’re in there. She projected the thought through the mirror to her reflection. Mismatched eyes stared back at her. Both of you, she surmised, thinking back to the shrouded secret on the boardwalk.

Thank you, I guess. I wouldn’t have gotten to live my dream without this body, without your memories. I hope there are no hard feelings. I appreciate your help out there; you showed me that there’s no need for us to fight. I honestly think Craig and I are good for each other and that you can both find happiness here. She gently grasped the gem. As part of me. We can make this good, and real. For all of us.

Hailey felt a mix of emotions bubbling beneath the surface of her consciousness, but no stray thoughts. Her hand lingered on the necklace, tracing its delicate chain. She would typically take off jewelry to shower, but this was an exception. What if taking it off reverses the merging? It’s been on the beach who knows how long, a little more water won’t hurt.

As Hailey cleaned herself in the shower, her arousal continued to simmer. “It’s almost time for your debut,” she whispered to her pussy. “I know Lily kept you pristine for today, but you feel so hungry. You’re finally going to get what you want.” She gave it a final loving pat before drying off.

After dressing, Hailey couldn’t help but admire her reflection. She was stunning in the small, black lingerie. It probably showed just as much skin as her bikini but the lace gave it an air of delicacy and intimacy. This is it, she thought, putting on her makeup. _This is war paint. This is a fight for my life. A fight to stay _real.

we can stay real.

Yes! Hailey thought back, lifting her boobs up in the cups of her bra. As long as I’m perfect, he’ll never let me go. The smile she put on was ****, there was desperation in her eyes. Her hair hung down in front of her eyes as she shook it out and Hailey was reminded of Lily’s shield from the world.

I don’t need to hide you Lily, just Hank. We’re all woman now: horny, curvy, submissive. Hailey used a hair clip to pin back her hair on one side, revealing only Lily’s brown eye. Hank’s green eye remained hidden under a curtain of red-highlighted black hair.

he wants a woman.

I can be that woman for him. I will. Hailey scanned her mind again, preparing to leave the bathroom. She picked up a condom from a bowl on the sink as she prepared to open the door. Can’t forget this.

but what if you did?

Hailey’s hand froze on its way to the doorknob.

what if you just ‘forgot’ and he knocked us up?

Hailey’s eyes widened, her mind racing. Her hand, still holding the condom, landed instinctively on her belly.

there is nothing more feminine than carrying his child.

Hailey imagined it, her abs softening, her flat belly rounding, her breasts swelling with milk. Could I do that to him? Her hand trembled, barely holding onto its cargo.

he would marry us, he would never let us go.

Hailey could feel the thing she wanted most a fingertip away. Permanence. He’s a good man. He would do the right thing, the honorable thing. We’d be a family, forever.

NO!

This was not the soft, seductive voice from before. Hailey’s legs trembled and she clutched the sink to steady herself. The emerald on her chest flared with green light, now resting hot against her skin.

THIS IS THE LAST STRAW. I CAN’T LET YOU DO THIS.

Unbridled fury tore through Hailey’s psyche. She grabbed her head to keep it from being torn apart.

Stop this, Hank! Hailey pleaded. Let’s talk this out, it could be better this way, you’ll see!”

HANK? TO HECK WITH HANK. I’M LILY!

Craig

That’s a dildo, Craig thought calmly. She also has a vibrator, but it’s really the dildo that stands out.

Craig remained remarkably composed, serene even, as he examined it. He was not at all threatened by its length, its girth, its anatomically correct features.

“I’m glad she has it, actually,” Craig rambled to no one in particular. “It’s empowering, feminist even. It takes pressure off me, if you think about it. She can take her libido in her own hands.” But why does it have to have veins?

The hairs on the back of Craig’s neck suddenly stood up and a feeling of dread washed over him. He turned to see waves of magical green light bleeding around the edges of the bathroom door and heard the rattle of the furniture within. The pressure dropped like a storm about to break.

Hailey

“Lily?” Hailey asked her reflection, flabbergasted. She gasped as the brown eye in the mirror glared back at her, trying to burn a hole straight through her. “But that means…”

HE’S BEEN THE DEVIL ON YOUR SHOULDER.

That voice had been Hank? Hailey reeled. She saw the lips in the mirror pull back into a snarl. She tried to close her mouth but it was no longer under her control. Fear sparked within her, as though trapped with a wild animal.

I LET THIS GO ON TOO LONG. YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE BETTER FOR CRAIG, THAT YOU COULD DO WHAT I COULDN’T AND I BELIEVED YOU. LIAR! TO CONSIDER TRAPPING HIM IN A RELATIONSHIP. TO USE MY BODY TO CONCEIVE A NEW LIFE FOR YOUR SELFISH GAIN. YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM. I’M PUTTING AN END TO THIS.

The fear within Hailey ignited into an inferno. Can she do that? As Lily’s rage continued to pound against her, Hailey knew she would try. The necklace pulsed with angry green energy. The face in the mirror was lit with harsh shadows like a righteous valkyrie.

“Please,” Hailey begged. “I’m sorry. I was wrong, I just... I don’t want to die. Please.”

i can’t go back. you don’t know what it was like. please, just let me stay. i need to be a part of this.

The storm in Hailey’s mind died down, replaced with a firm determination.

I KNOW YOU TWO ARE HURTING AND SCARED. I DON’T BLAME YOU. I’M FINALLY TAKING CHARGE OF MY LIFE AND I’M NOT LETTING ANYONE STOP ME.

Against Hailey’s will, her left hand grasped at the necklace. She used her right hand to try to grab the wrist, but it was already too late. The hand was wrapped around the necklace’s delicate chain. Her left bicep bulged, ready to pull.

She didn’t know whose tears were rolling down her cheeks. Lily’s? Hank’s? Her own?

GOOD BYE HAILEY.

The chain snapped. The gem cracked. Green light flashed. Two bodies hit the floor.