Rose in an old warehouse tests a scientific experiment from the 80s

A slight buzz, Rose opens her eyes, she's standing inside a barely large metal capsule. Multicolored neon lights in a retro-sci-fi style decorate the capsule. Confused, Rose places her hand on the cold metal surface, notices her bare arm, and looks at herself—she's naked.

Rose is a woman of about 26, brown hair, a pretty face, quite curvy but with an antisocial and very modest nature; she'd never gotten along with almost anyone.

Rose tries to understand what was happening, what she was doing before she woke up inside the capsule... she was working in an old university warehouse, a repository for discarded inventions; she'd been hired to test them and determine what was salvageable and what wasn't.

It didn't make sense, I start hitting the metal surface for help.

A muffled voice answered from beyond the metal.

???: Is anyone there?

Rose: Help! I'm trapped in here!

Minutes passed as she continued to call out to the person outside the capsule, then with a creaking click, a hatch opened, allowing Rose to exit. On the other side, I found herself... another Rose, and then I remembered what she was doing earlier.

She was testing a cloning device, branded as unethical and thrown in a corner of a warehouse. She never expected it to actually work, just a big piece of junk born from some crazy researcher's imagination. Instead, there she was, the clone and her original, face to face.

Rose: Oh my god!

Rose: Oh my god!

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Rose the clone suddenly felt embarrassed. She was naked in front of another person, it didn't matter that it was herself. She rolled onto her side and tried to cover her breasts with her arms and her hips with her legs as best she could.

The other Rose was equally embarrassed, trying not to stare. After a brief hesitation, she took off her shirt and handed it to him.

Rose quickly put it on; she liked loose shirts, so the hem could cover her hips if she grabbed it and pulled it down.

She was still too undressed, but at least she was able to cover herself a little.

The other Rose, the original, was still purple; now without her shirt, she was left in her bra, which exposed more skin than she was used to. She also began to hug her breasts with her arms, trying to make them less visible, not only failing but appearing more sensual.

The thought hissed in Rose the clone's head: she is a lesbian, not that she had had the courage to reveal it to anyone, too shy and worried about other people's judgments to admit it to anyone.

The two stood there for a few minutes, searching for words. The situation was absurd, now there were two of them, and they couldn't help but take turns giving each other awkward glances.

Original Rose began to stammer.

Rose: We have to find you some clothes... I'm going to the locker to get the...

Her gaze stopped on the shirt the clone was wearing.

Clone Rose understood; she was too shy to go out without it, but she didn't want to give up the only piece of clothing she had on.

Original Rose: It would be... for a few minutes...

Clone Rose: No... if someone came... if you left me here...

Original Rose: You'll never abandon me!

...

Original Rose: ...I meant, I'm not that kind of person... you're me... you should know me.

Clone Rose: I know... I'm scared.

Rose, the original, took a step forward, then another, then hesitantly hugged the clone. He wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words died in his throat. Their bodies were pressed together, his breasts pressed against hers... so soft, he forgot for a moment what was happening, and so did the clone. After a few seconds, the clone returned the hug, the clone's body pressed against the original.

They both felt as if they were on fire. They had never been so intimate with anyone, but for once, it didn't seem so wrong, and yet, did it have to be? Neither of them seemed interested in breaking away. Their gazes met, their eyes still filled with embarrassment, but also with something else: a longing curiosity, an increasingly less concealed desire.