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It was too much. Just a simple **** plot had gone completely pear-shaped, and any attempt to go bigger was just tempting fate to fuck him over in even more dramatic ways.

"Okay, Nat," Aaron said, putting as much sarcasm into the name as he could. "I've got an idea."

"Ooo, go on," Natalie cooed.

"I want you to replace the old Natalie. Completely."

Natalie pursed her lips. "That's it?"

"That's it. You'll live out the rest of her life for her. Everything that was meant to be hers will be yours. You'll take up all of the space in the universe that was meant for her: You'll sleep with her lovers, marry her husband, bear her children and be buried in her grave."

"Pfft. Natalie never wanted to get married. Or have children." Natalie sounded unconvinced, but Aaron was ready with a counterpoint.

"Then you'll do both, knowing that she would hate it. You'll be the perfect wife and mother, living out a wholesome life while the wayward slut inside you screams."

Natalie was silent for some time before speaking. "That's... okay, I guess. But I get to fuck you behind my husband's back whenever I want."

Aaron grimaced. "After you get married and only six times a year."

"After I get engaged, once a month on average and again on my anniversary, birthday and Christmas."

"Fine."

It was entirely possible that she was just pretending to negotiate, but Aaron hoped that Natalie's desire to humiliate "herself" on so many fronts was more powerful than any harm she might wish on him instead.

It was quick work to reassembled Natalie's body, and she spent a moment checking herself out with keen interest. Aaron's grip tightened on the multitool when she approached him, but she only took his face in both hands and gave him a lingering kiss before pulling away.

"Alright, brother dearest. I guess I'll go home and get my life sorted out. You've solved one of your little problems, but you've got two more to go."

"Can you drop off some spare clothes for me tonight?" Aaron asked.

"Of course," Natalie said, beaming. "Anything for the bestest brother in the whole world."

Somewhere inside, Aaron was sure a part of Natalie was trying to bite off her own tongue, and the creature that had taken her place was clearly enjoying it.

After watching her get dressed and head out the front door, Aaron turned to Allie, who had watched the whole scene unfold in uninquisitive silence.