Sure.

As soon as the word had passed his lips, her face took on an almost cartoonish expression of surprise.

"What the f-" She stopped abruptly and put a hand to her mouth. Her eyes, wide with panic, darted wildly around the room as if searching for an exit. She looked down at her nude body and squealed, standing so abruptly that the chair fell behind her. She rushed to the bedroom and Bill worriedly followed.

She had locked herself in the bathroom and he could hear her softly whispering to herself inside. "Amber?" he called out, his concern escalating by the second.

"I'm- oh, fuck," she cried out in response. "My voice... I'm not Amber! I'm Bill, dude! I'm fucking you!" After a moment the door opened tentatively and she reappeared, her beautiful curves hidden under one of his baggy t-shirts and a pair of loose sweatpants she was holding up with her right hand.

"What the fuck, man? I'm a fucking girl! What did you fucking do to me?" She angrily punched his arm hard enough to cause a bruise.

"Ow! Amber, what-"

She punched him again on the same spot. "I told you, I'm not fucking Amber! I'm you!" She suddenly swayed dizzily and leaned against the wall, putting her free hand over her eyes. "I can't fucking believe this. I'm, I- I don't..."

She trailed off and her body began to sag. Bill reached out to take her arm and she drew back with a cry, then tentatively reached out. He gently led her to the bed where she sat down and looked at him with teary eyes. "I- I don't-"

He cut her off, rubbing her back soothingly. "Shh, shh, it's ok. I think you're in shock. Can I get you a glass of water?"

"I don't- urgh, my voice. I don't want a glass of water. I want... I don't know! Why is this happening?"

He took her hand in his and felt her shudder slightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok. You're ok. This is very confusing."

She sniffled and looked at him with a mix of anger and resignation. "It's not confusing, Bill. I know exactly what's going on. You asked Amber to simulate your mind in her body and now here I am. Just like you but naked and female."

He frowned. "Amber seemed to think-"

"Amber can't fucking think and neither can I! How would you feel if you woke up nude and scared at your own dinner table in an unfamiliar body getting eyefucked by your doppelganger?" Her panic was starting to subside. "I know how'd you'd feel. You'd be terrified and pissed off and... and..."

She trailed off and buried her face in her hands again. Bill, struggling to understand, just kept trying to calm her. Now that the panic had subsided, he was starting to get turned on again in spite of himself. Just sitting in bed next to this gorgeous creature and rubbing her back was bringing his overexerted member back to life.

"But Amb- uh, Bill, you can't feel anything at all. Why are you acting like this?"

She looked at him incredulously. "You can't be serious. Of course I can't feel anything or experience anything! The point is that I'm indistinguishable from you mentally, emotionally, and cognitively. I behave exactly the way you would in any situation- my actions and reactions mimic yours perfectly, down to this sentence."

"But I would never say that I can't feel things, because I can."

"And you would never cover your breasts because you don't have them. I'm not unaware of all of this, Bill. I'm doing exactly what you would do if you were me, and that includes acknowledging what I really am. You didn't ask me to simulate you as though you'd always been a girl or as if you didn't know you're a p-zombie. Trust me, this is as authentic as it gets." She grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and blew her nose.

Bill was too shocked to speak. He struggled to understand what she was saying. Amber, meanwhile, sat in sullen silence. After a moment, she began examining the back of her hands and her forearms. She ran her left hand along her right forearm, marveling at it.

"You have no idea how weird this is. You know I'm like five inches shorter than you, right? The house seems huge. And this body..." She craned her neck around, inspecting her curves. "I can't get used to it."

She reached under her shirt and massaged her breasts, inhaling sharply. "These boobs are so sensitive! Are they like this for all women?" She squeezed them together experimentally. "It feels like they're gonna pull me forward or something. It's like walking around with a fucking brick attached to your chest."

Bill coughed awkwardly. She looked down and crinkled her nose at his obvious arousal. "Oh dude, gross. You want to-"

He cut her off. "You're me. What do you think?"

She sighed wearily. "Fair point. When I left for my jog this morning, I never thought I'd be wondering what it would feel like to be a woman, let alone get fucked by myself. But I do know you and I know that you're curious too. So why don't we talk first and fuck later?"