Wait for the new Selina to awake.

Jonny looked around. Lisa looked back at him, worried. He shook. He was weak, and tired. “So that’s how that works,” Jonny said as Lisa ran over to him and helped him up. “Master, you’re weak! What’s wrong? Did Selina hurt you?! I can kill her while she sleeps if you wan—“ Jonny cut her off. “No,” he said, “I’ve never done the cloning thing before. Apparently it works by moving some tiny piece of me into someone else. Splitting your own essence in two is messy business. Now help me to the bedroom.” Lisa did as instructed, propping Jonny up on her shoulder and walking him gingerly to her bed. He shuffled in, obviously drained, and lay upon the bed, sweating and tired and shaking. “She’ll wake soon, and she’ll be ours,” Jonny declared as sleep took him.

An hour or two ticked by. “Master?” came Lisa’s voice, seemingly from a distance. “Master?” she said, louder now. Jonny’s eyes fluttered open in the darkness. Lisa sat on the bed in front of him. “Selina is awake,” she declared, “and she is . . . strange.” Jonny was groggy. “Bring her in,” he commanded. Lisa disappeared from the room. A couple minutes later, Jonny heard the two returning to the room slowly. The shadows of the two of them were visible on the floor, and one of them seemed very uncertain in her steps—she had to be helped by the other. “Stop playing with those!” came Lisa’s stern voice, “now you’re about to meet the Master, so behave yourself.” Jonny heard a slight giggle.

The two women then appeared in the doorway. Lisa had taken Selina by the hand and was walking her into the room slowly. Selina took baby steps, and Lisa then flipped on the lights. Jonny beheld his new ally. Salina’s shirt was mostly unbuttoned, and her breasts were barely contained within her bra. She had a look of wide-eyed amazement on her face, but she tried to straighten up and act right as soon as she saw Jonny. “How does she handle?” Jonny asked, using the same sort of language with which one would ask about a car. Selina answered, “She . . . she shakes, wobbles—jiggles a fair bit. These will take some getting used to,” she said as she motioned toward the mounds on her chest but then quickly had to grab for Lisa again to avoid falling over.

Lisa looked annoyed. “It’s ok, Lisa,” Jonny said, “the clone’s only been in her body for a few minutes, so there’s going to be a learning curve . . . a bit like a baby figuring out how to walk. If I’d never been a woman, boobs would fascinate the hell out of me . . . actually I’ve been several, and they still fascinate me,” he said with a chuckle.

“Selina,” Jonny said. “Yes?” she replied. “What can you tell me about the security for the Senator’s speech tomorrow?” Selina paused. “Well, I think this body thinks she has everything planned out well . . . there has been an increase in threats recently, however. A Russian mobster named Chilinkov plans to order a hit on the Senator tomorrow, but she believes the cops are ready for the assassin to strike. Selina wants to stop the assassin publicly so that the police get the credit and a big budget increase next year,” the possessed chief declared.

Jonny laughed. “Well we can’t have that, now can we?” he said. He thought for a minute. “I want you to leave a hole in security so that the assassin gets in. I want mayhem, and I’m counting on your to deliver. I’ll be there watching. Got it?” Selina nodded. “Lisa, our new friend here can barely walk around in that body; she’s in no shape to drive. Take her car and drive her back to the station, and then take a cab back here.” “Yes, Master,” Lisa said as she escorted the officer from the room. Jonny lay in bed.