Unwanted visitor

Frozen to a pillar of salt, the nun sat on the edge of her bed and could do nothing but look up at the creature on her wardrobe. It was black with shimmering beady eyes, barely bigger than one of Magdalena's cramped fists. It launched itself and sailed down.

Was it a bird? It seemed to have feathers. But its body stretched and twisted. Was it growing? As it fell, it looked like a cat stretching its back. It grew larger, vaguely reminiscent of a humanoid creature. Then it landed on the hard ground, barely making a sound. Crouched down, its head lowered. The long dark hair covered its lowered head and part of its crouching, bent-forward body. But now there was no longer any doubt that it was a human being. A woman, to be precise.

It rose, straightened up, stretched. It looked at the seated woman, an amused smile on its face.

Magdalena was startled. It was as if she was looking into a mirror. The unexpected visitor resembled herself down to the smallest detail. As she was just as stark naked, there was no doubt that she was facing an exact copy. She recognized every part of her body, every curve, every hair. It was highly confusing, frightening and fascinating at the same time to see herself in another person.

“Who are you?” Magdalena's voice was raspy and barely audible. She struggled to get the three words out.

“I am what you want to be.”

The nun shook her head in bewilderment. “I don't understand.”

“In your dream, you expressed your wishes quite clearly. And you shouted so loudly that I couldn't ignore it.”

Magdalena just looked at her blankly. She didn't understand a word of what this strange doppelganger was saying.

“I'll show you. Look!”

The stranger guided her hand between her legs, where it gleamed just as wet as it felt on Magdalena. Just by watching, she experienced a strange tingling sensation in her stomach. She suspected how good it would feel if she mirrored the movement and touched herself where it was strictly forbidden due to her strict Catholic upbringing.

The fingers of the other one rubbed the wetness they had absorbed and reached out towards Magdalena. She involuntarily inhaled deeply to take in the aroma. It was unmistakably her own scent, but stronger and somehow more intoxicating. She spontaneously closed her eyes and licked her lips. Then she felt the gentle touch of wet fingertips. The tip of her tongue pushed forward cheekily and licked up the tangy liquid. She felt hot.

Without looking, she knew that her likeness was getting closer. Soon they would be touching.