Tell her firmly not to play with it

"Put that down, Gladys." You say in a scarier way you're used to.

"Okay, fine, fine!" She quickly put it right where it was.

You're not sure why she didn't put up more of a fight at first, then you realize it might be thanks to Onyx's demeanor. That's how it works around here, you think. If the flatshare didn't blow up already, it's thanks to Onyx keeping a strong authority on Gladys. Well, better not overuse that power or Gladys might take under the fact that you're not her real roommate.

"I was just curious, you know. It's not every day you see something so cool." She complains.

"Yes, well that cool thing might just trap you in someone else's body. Do you think that's still cool?" You ask with sarcasm. You feel like Onyx's role is slowly coming to you.

"Sure! I mean it would suck but I don't think that's incompatible. I'm sure you see what I mean."

You do, somewhat. Even if the fear of not knowing your fate in your next future is driving you mad, part of your brain can't stop wondering how awesome it is that something close to magic is definitely real.

"I guess… but trust me, the experience isn't worth the worry." You warn.

"Being Onyx must be so cooool though. I mean you could have been in a worse body, right? She's beautiful and tall and inspires fear in her foes and admiration from her friends. The whole package. I'd kill to be like her!" She says, dreamingly.

"... I-I get it! I'm not gonna try, I promise!" She adds when she meets your scowling eyes.

"Not gonna try what?" Says Onyx walking in the room while drying her hair with a towel. She's wearing what looks like her typical pajamas. A loose black tank top and dark gray sweatpants. The tank top left little to the imagination as you can easily see the underlining of her breasts through the neck and arms openings. You adjust your line of sight quickly.

"N-nothing. Hey it's getting late, I should start making something to eat!" Gladys changes the subject with even less finesse than you.

"Don't sweat it, Gladys. I'll make pasta in a bit. Wall, it's your turn. When you're clean, go change in my room. I left you something to wear on my bed."

She doesn't need to tell you twice. With the best, dignified look you can muster, you walk into the bathroom. Closing the door, you wonder if you should lock it. You'd be quite ashamed if someone walked in, but hearing the lock might give them the wrong idea of your intention. In the end, you choose not to.

You look into the mirror up the sink. Once again, you're greeted by Onyx. It's not something you'll be so easily used to. You slowly raise a hand and caress your face. Those eyes. It's hard to accept that they belong to you. They're so piercing. Maybe some of this fearsome look is due to her eyeliner, but even without it, her eyes are definitely something. Wait, how are you going to take that makeup off? You have zero notions in that field, and the dozens of beauty products stacked on that sink are giving you vertigo. Guess you'll have to ask Onyx for some help with it after you shower.

It is now the time. You've been waiting for it for quite a long time now. Trembling, you slowly take your shirt off. Onyx's sweet body odor invades your nostrils as it passes above your head. As it pops out of that soft tunnel, your friend is back in front of you… in her bra. Her hair is all tangled, standing up with static electricity. She's blushing hard… you're blushing hard. Her bra is, as you've guessed, black as well. You take a minute to admire her like that, too embarrassed to move.

Taking too long will be incriminating, though. You continue your quest by unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them through your long legs. As you do the same for your tights, a bit too harshly, you rip them on one side. Damn it. Well, if the camera stays consistent in its rules, it shouldn't report the damage to your cargo pants… you think. You have now access to the last piece of clothing to gaze upon. Surprisingly, it is not plain black panties. Well not entirely, as it is adorned with a printing of orange little pumpkins. That makes you chuckle. Those panties look very childish on your mature friend's body.

You caress your soft skin from head to toe, bathing in her beauty. Now's the final act, the last two pieces. You awkwardly try to release the clips from your bra, with difficulties. As expected, it is much harder from that perspective. With patience, you manage to get them free, though. And what a reward. Two beautiful orbs hanging from your chest, with the liberation from a discomfort you didn't suspect. Their size is perfect, you think. Perky but very much there. The areolas around the nipples are slightly darker and wider than you've envisioned them. As a healthy young boy, it is normal to imagine your sexy female friend naked… right? Well, you won't have to use your imagination anymore. You finally take a grope on your boobs. If the rest of her skin was already soft, you don't have any words for how it feels. They aren't the first ones you've touched, as you had a girlfriend in high school for a short time, but here they are yours, and you're not the scared virgin you were at the time. No, you're a sexy goth girl now.

The feeling in your hands is one thing, but you also realize how sensible these puppies are. It tingles all over. You never felt something like that as a man. As you start toying with the nipples with your fingers, little waves of pleasure make their way throughout your body. You bite your lower lips as they harden. The view in the mirror is a scene directly stolen from one of your wet dreams. Onyx's sexy gaze is a dangerous thing. You feel once again the strange wetness descending a region of your anatomy that is still a mystery to you. Not yet, you tell yourself, you have neither the time nor the privacy to try it now. What a terrible ordeal it is, but you know deep down that one finger there, and you're lost for good.

The fear of taking too much time is thankfully the cold shower you need, and it is well past time for the hot one. Without much more ceremony, you get rid of your soiled panties. Climbing in the tub, you shower quickly, trying not to get caught on the new discoveries. You do notice that Onyx's body seems to prefer it hotter than you used to, and rubbing the body soap is an excuse to feel her shape a bit more. You don't try washing her hair as you're not confident enough you won't miss a critical step. You don't wash your face either, as you don't know if you should wet your nose ring or make-up.

As you exit the shower tray, you take a clean towel hanging on the rack. Your reflection is blurred by the steam. Better that way, no excuses to gawk. After a quick drying, you try to tie the towel around your chest like you've seen women do. You end up giving up and keeping one hand to hold it. You leave the bathroom, a bit embarrassed walking in your friend's skin with almost nothing on you. At the same moment, Gladys walks by you on her way to her room. Looking at you, she guffaws.

"What?" You ask defensively.

"Have you seen your face right now? Hahahaha!" She continues.

"What's up with my face?"

Gladys' loud laughter attracts Onyx who sighs when she sees you. "Gladys, stop making fun of him, he's not used to it. I should have guessed."

"Just tell me what's wrong already!" You start to vex.

"There's a mirror in my room, you'll see by yourself, sad face. Wait for me, I'll clean the mess."

As you enter Onyx's room for the first time, you're a bit disappointed. Your expectations have been high, and there are no black candles on the shelves, no spider webs on the ceiling, and no pentagram on the floor. The walls are only a light cream. The bed, dresser, and desk are old furniture that she probably got from a grandma or in a flea market. Their Victorian look does give a bit of a "goth" atmosphere, though. At least the curtains and bed sheets are black, as they should be. On the bed are disposed plain white pajamas.

The big desk is separate between a study corner, with a laptop covered with books and paper sheets, and what could pass as a Boudoir, with a mirror and various beauty products. As you approach it, you finally get the answer to their mockery: the shower transformed Onyx's usual make-up into the face of a hysterical groupie crying about their idol's misery. It's so comical that you have to give it a chuckle.

"Okay, Dr. Onyx on the case." Says your friend as she enters the room with a bottle of a transparent liquid and some cotton-made discs. "Sit on the chair, I'll remove that mess. Take a good look though, in case you'll have to do it again."

You do as she says, making sure not to drop the towel as you sit on her desk chair. She grabs a little stool behind the door and sits in front of you. She then pours the liquid on a cotton disc and starts rubbing it on your cheeks, her face so close to yours you can feel her breath.

"Fuck, looking at my own face so close… it's like the astral projection experiences Gladys always talks about."

"I bet…" You respond as the weird intimacy between you two is robbing you of the few words you usually have.

The feeling of the cotton on your skin is quite pleasurable, like some kind of face massage. It feels hot, either from the **** in the lotion or the blood your heart is sending at a fast speed.

"We should talk about our plans for tomorrow." She says as her eyes are still focused on the places she's rubbing.

"Asking your boss about the old man, right? Maybe the address of his closest family or something…" you ponder, closing your eyes to focus on something else than how easy it would be to steal her a kiss right now.

"Yes, one of us must do that. The other one needs to go to college. I don't want to miss a day if I can help it, even in this situation. That's the good thing about having a twin, right?"

"So I go ask your boss while you go to class?" You ask.

"I was thinking the opposite. We have the same classes and you know how I act around campus so it's easier for you, while you don't know my relationship with Patrick very well. What do you think?"