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Chapter 13 by PM11232

Isabella is going to have some questions.

Answer her questions

Isabella leans into your side on the couch, her head resting lightly on your bare shoulder. Jess’s skin is still flushed and sensitive from the orgasm; every small shift sends little aftershocks through you. She traces idle circles on your thigh with one finger, quiet for a long moment, gathering her thoughts.

Eventually she speaks, voice soft but steady.

“First question,” she says. “When you’re Jess… do you still feel like Jason? Like, completely? Or does it feel different in your head?”

You think for a second. “I’m still me. Memories, personality, everything important is the same. But there’s this… layer on top. Like the body’s instincts and hormones are dialed up. Things that would normally take a lot of buildup—like getting turned on—happen fast and strong. And attractions shift. I’m not suddenly into stuff I’d hate as Jason, but barriers come down. It feels natural to want things I wouldn’t normally consider.”

She nods slowly, processing.

“So when you and Andy—Amy—were together… it didn’t feel wrong to you in the moment?”

“Not at all,” you admit. “It felt incredible. Exciting. Right. Even though I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that guy-me would think it’s wild.”

She exhales a small laugh. “Wild is an understatement.”

Another pause.

“Question two,” she continues. “Does it hurt every time? The change?”

“Less each time. First time was rough—five minutes of feeling like my bones were melting. Now it’s under two minutes and more like intense growing pains. Coming back is faster.”

She glances at the ring on your finger. “And you can keep it on as long as you want? No time limit?”

“We haven’t found one yet. Stayed as Jess and Amy all night the first time.”

Her fingers tighten slightly on your thigh.

“Question three…” She hesitates, cheeks coloring. “When I was touching you just now—inside you—did it feel better than when we have sex as Jason and Isabella? Be honest.”

You meet her eyes. “Different. Not necessarily better overall, but… more intense in some ways. Everything’s more sensitive. Orgasms build slower but hit harder, and you can have more of them without getting worn out. It’s overwhelming in a good way.”

She bites her lip, clearly imagining it.

“Question four,” she says quieter. “Have you thought about what it would be like… with me? If I could watch you and Amy, or… be with Jess myself?”

The question hangs in the air, vulnerable.

You turn toward her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yes. A lot, actually. Especially after you just touched me like that. I wondered what it would feel like to kiss you as Jess. To have you touch me more. To touch you.”

Her breath catches.

“Would you want that?” you ask gently.

“I… don’t know yet,” she admits. “Part of me is curious—really curious. Part of me is scared it would change things between us. And part of me…” She trails off, then meets your eyes again. “Part of me is turned on thinking about it. Which surprises me.”

You smile softly. “That’s okay. We don’t have to rush anything.”

She nods, then asks the one you knew was coming.

“Last big question for now. Do you want to keep using the ring? With Andy? Or… stop, because of me?”

You take her hand.

“I want to keep exploring it,” you say honestly. “It’s too incredible not to. But only if you’re okay with it. Or even part of it. I don’t want to do anything that hurts you.”

She thinks for a long moment, then squeezes your hand.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she says finally. “Not yet. I want to understand it more. And… I want to be there next time. With both of you. If that’s okay.”

Your heart skips.

“You mean watch Jess and Amy?”

She nods, then adds shyly, “And maybe… join. If it feels right in the moment.”

You lean in and kiss her softly—Jess’s lips against hers for the first time. She kisses back immediately, hesitant at first, then deeper, her hand sliding up your neck into your hair.

When you part, she’s breathing faster.

“I have one more question,” she whispers against your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay like this a little longer? Just… us?”

You smile.

“As long as you want.”

What now?

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