The othwerwordly self

It was Mark, her otherwordly self who stayed male. Pathetic. "Hello Mark" she said. He very obviously checked her out. "Took you a bit" "Who are you!" "I am you. Well, you from another world. My name is Mara." "Another World? Mara?" "Exactly. I know it sounds a bit confusing, but I am from another dimension. A world where you moved in with your old coworker Mary instead of your sister. Where you impregnated her instead of you siter. Where you took on a superior form." Mara grinned as she thrust out her breasts and grew a massive boner while her ass cheeks clapped hard. "You are in no way superior to me" Mark said "Then why did I have the idea to fuck two versions of Ms. Bower while you were satisfied with only one? Why did I choose to experience the full pleasure of both genitals while you simply stayed with the same old. Admit it, you are the worse one here. You should just submit to the superior being." Mark looked furious. He immediatly lashed back. "YOU are in no way superior to me. YOU were too afraid to fuck the hottest bitch you know, your sister. YOU choose a form that diminished your masculinity, your sexual prowess. You even waited for me here just to tell me how superior you are instead of fucking the next person and the next. You are not strong, you are weak and soft. I will never submit to you. It will be the other way around." And with that, Mark grew. Mara grinned. She had expected this to happen.