Serena wakes up...

Serena woke up with a start, breathing heavily as she felt suffocated for some reason she couldn’t explain. The last thing she remembered was being trapped inside that strange cylindrical capsule she had no idea how she got into. Had she somehow escaped? She thought to herself. But as she looked around, her current surroundings looked even more strange. She was in an empty white void with absolutely nothing around her. All she could see was whiteness. It seemed boundless, stretching on forever. Serena got up to her feet, looking around as she yelled out loud, “Hello? Is anyone out there?” It almost seemed pointless, as clearly, there was no one around her but almost as if to prove her wrong, she heard a voice behind her that made her jump. Serena quickly turned around only to be faced with her own image. At first she thought it might be some mirror she might have missed but if it was a mirror, why was her other self smiling? Serena patted down her own body, she was still wearing the same clothes she had woken up in inside the capsule. And yet, the person standing in front of her, wearing her face, having the exact same body, was completely naked and she had a smug smile on her face.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up, fake me. You were out like a light. For a second I was worried you weren’t going to wake up at all!” the other Serena spoke with a mocking tone.

“Wh-who are you?” Serena said as she looked at her own naked body. Now that she looked at herself from another’s perspective, she could kinda tell why all the men stared at her when she went swimming.

“And what do you mean by ‘fake me’? I am the real Serena!!” she yelled out in frustration.

“There there fakey, I understand this is difficult for you.” she said as she patted Serena on the shoulder, walking past her casually. “You were created to be difficult after all. Jeez now I get why Master Vince hated me so much and had to brainwash me to get all this gunk out.” She gestured towards Serena as she said the last bit.

“I AM NOT FAKE! Also Vince? Do you mean Vincent Popov? Why are you calling that good for nothing asshole master?” Just as Serena said that her naked double almost seemed to teleport in front of her, slapping her right in the face hard as she fell back stunned. “You shall not speak, if you have nothing good to say about our Master, BITCH!” the naked double yelled out.

Just what was happening here. Serena’s mind went back to Mason, her brother must’ve been so worried about her, she thought.

“Oh he’s worried alright!” the naked Serena spoke again, taking a seat as the floor seemed to rise up to form a seat for her. As she sat down, her massive tits bounced with the motion. Despite herself, Serena couldn’t help but stare.

“What… How did you… Who are you?” she said as she stammered. She hadn’t even spoken, yet her strange double had known what she was thinking about.

“HEY! I’M NOT STRANGE, you stupid little bitch” She said as she folded her arms like a brat. “And yes, I can hear your thoughts, you are a part of me after all. A part I hate but useful for my master's needs so I can’t help it.”

Serena didn’t know what to say except protect her sense of self. “Why do you keep saying that! I am not a part of you. I am Serena Vale! I am my own person!”

The nude double just smiled in response.

Serena pushed herself up from the white floor, her cheek still stinging from the slap. The other woman, the other her, sat there with her legs crossed, completely naked, looking at her with that smug expression that made Serena’s blood boil. She had the same long jet-black hair, the same olive skin, the same hourglass body with those massive breasts that always drew stares. But there was something off about the way she carried herself. Confident. Arrogant. Like she owned the place.

“You’re not me,” Serena said again, voice firmer this time. “This is some kind of trick. A dream. Or that capsule did something to my head. None of this is real.”

The naked Serena laughed, low and mocking. “Keep telling yourself that, fakey. You were made to be the difficult one. The cover. The one who goes to class and texts your little brother and pretends everything is normal. Me? I’m the real deal. The one who serves. The one who knows her place.”