You, the original, will be Mrs. Hunt

Temptation wins out against trepidation. You pick up Michelle's skin and start to slip inside it. Your boner disappears into the suit and the feeling with it. Kinda scary, really. Shortly afterward you look at your hands, now well manicured. They are so very delicate and nearly without thinking you touch your new sex. You shudder from the not quite familiar feeling but stop there. No use stalling. The face part is quickly pulled over your own and within moments you feel no part of your old self.

"You finally done?" The fake asks. He looks quite impatient and very horny. But you can't see yourself having sex with him. Not yet anyway.

After a long sigh you motion to the brown pen: "Use it on me, please." Without hesitation your copy picks up the device trains it on you and pushes the button.

The beam hits you. Like the oddest déjà vu all the memories come back: Marriage, pregnancies, divorce and everything after like you never lost them. And with those comes the everything else. The thought of taking Jessica's life makes your skin crawl just as much as it did the first time. You start to have doubts about your plan when suddenly you understand. It's not trying to change you. It is trying to envelop you, so that you can act like you look. Fighting it will accomplish nothing if you want to wear it. Now that you think about it, you did not fight the Trish personality and it was easy to fall into her habits. Yet here you are attempting to be Michelle Hunt while fighting her inner self. Genius. With that revelation you stop struggling and within moments you calm down.

You open your eyes -didn't even realized you closed them- and look around with a smile. Now it's just like being Trish, you feel like you are Michelle but can still act like your original self just by concentrating. Really there was no point in freaking out like that. You look at the fake, well at David, there is no other so its pointless to make that mental separation. Especially now that you have all kinds of naughty thoughts about him. It's not like David suddenly turned into the most desirable human being on the face of earth. You just seem to appreciate much more what he has. The flat stomach, nice hair, no flabby parts. Sure he would look better if he would do more sports but he is still in nice shape and on top of that you like -well Michelle likes but it is really stupid to make THAT distinction now, isn't it?- how he treats Jessica. You would so enjoy that. And now you can.

Walking up to him, still naked, you seize David and kiss him. He first stiffens, completely surprised, before he relaxes and starts to kiss you back. You enjoy playing with his tongue but everything has to end and the kiss ends. He has still so much to learn, when it comes to kissing, and now, as Michelle, you can teach him just that. Come to think of it you know that he also has not got all that much experience in bed. Another thing to rectify.

You put your hand on his chest and say: "Let's take this to my bedroom. Go ahead, I need to take care of something first." He only nods as a response, still a bit dazed, and walks off. With him gone you look for the first David skin you made. You take it and the clothes you originally arrived here and get out of the room. Quickly you zip it up and wait for this other David to wake up.

As soon as his eyes open you start: "Please put on some clothes. I know you are not the real one but could you do me a favor?" Without waiting for him to reply you continue: "Take the black pen and make yourself comfortable at the TV. If someone comes in zap him. You can of course sleep if you get tired but please don't go into my or Jessica's room." You can see that he understands that you are not the real one, being naked and all, but that doesn't matter. Despite phrasing your orders as questions you are sure that he will do them regardless

"Eh, right, of course Mrs. Hunt. Anything else?" He asks despite himself.

Now that he says it, you can think of something else but decide against it. One David is more than enough for now, so you shake your head and he walks off. He probably will think about what's going on but you don't really care. He won't do something to stop you and he has to do what you say even if he does not realize that. With that you walk into the bedroom.

"You haven't told him a thing." David, the other one, observes.

"No need. I just wanted someone to make sure we are not disturbed. Maybe Katie decides to come home all of a sudden and I don't want a screaming teen making everything even more complicated," you explain. "Now lets have some fun."

You open a drawer and take out the lube in there. With that you push David onto your bed and kneel before him. You distribute the lube evenly on both of your hands and start massaging his dick. Once satisfied you push David on his back and climb on top of him. You take his prick and place it at your nether lips, then slowly lower yourself. It gently slid inside and you savor every moment of it. Once you have nearly of all of it inside it is time to start in earnest. You lift your hips and clamp down on him, increasing the pace as you go. David tries to awkwardly keep pace but you know that he knows so little about making love. He does get points for trying though. You start to guide him firmly and show him that the entire body is for pleasure not just your crotch. You play with his body without stopping and when you both orgasm it is clear to you that he considered it the ride of his life. Despite being ridden.

Still panting you whisper, with your mouth at his ear: "I hope your little boy isn't out of breath. I am far from done."

After two hours of sex, with the occasional breather of course, you feel a great deal of things. You feel content, satisfied, tired, strangely even invigorated and of course very sore. But something is felt off. You told David to do what he wanted and he still made love to you but you still do not feel like he returns your affections. Disappointment is also one of your many feelings. It is all just physical. You don't think you can get his love so simply. Ordering might work. But is that good enough? He now sleeps, utterly content with everything and his arms holding you. Will it last without the compulsion of your order or will the novelty wear off by tomorrow? Maybe you should simply stop being Michelle. Or take more drastic measures to get him and perhaps more.

(Author: Cal)