You’re staring up at “yourself”

The familiar softness of your bed and the warm, almost stale air, reminds you you’re still in your bedroom as you feel a fog lifting from your head. It feels as if you’ve just woken up from a vivid dream, which would easily explain what had just happened as the memories begin to trickle back to you. However, for some reason, that still doesn’t feel quite right.

You don’t feel your eyes open, yet the darkness begins to fade away as you get the sudden sense you’re not alone. As your vision comes back in full, shock fills your body as you see a smiling face looking down at you, your face.

Your instinct is to jump up and scream as you see what you can only imagine being a perfect copy of you hovering over your body, however, you don’t move, you don’t make a sound, you can’t. Your screams fill your head but nothing comes outside of it, as pure panic begins to overtake you.

“Finally!” You hear your voice coming out of the body above you.

The smile on the face identical to yours grows as he sits up, moving just enough that he remains in your sight. His eyes scan down the length of his body in an inspecting manner.

“Definitely not my old body, but not bad.” He says.

The only thing you can tell yourself in order to process any of this, is that you’re still dreaming. Your mind frantically searching for a way to wake up, but with no results.

“It feels like fucking forever since I’ve had a dick!” He says, his hand moving down out of your sight line. “How long has it even been?”

You watch your eyes looking back at you.

“Oh shit! That’s right, you’re not going to answer me.” He says, his smile changing from a look simple joy to one slightly more smug.

You can only continue to do nothing as he gets off the bed and out of your view.

“I know, I know. You’re probably scared.” You hear your voice say. “I was scared when it happened to me, but you get used to it pretty quick.” You hear him rummaging through something before appearing next to you, his arm being the only thing visible to you. “Actually, I don’t know why I’m lying to you. You never get used to it.”

As his arm reaches out more, you see he’s holding your mirror. You watch as he tilts it, positioning it directly over you. You feel your mind go numb as you see the image reflected back at you. Laying on your bed, is the generic looking, deflated sex doll you had opened only hours before.

“I’m guessing you already figured out you can’t scream.” The voice that was once yours says as the mirror is pulled away. “You can’t do anything, unless I inflate you.”

Your entire body would be shaking with fear and anger if only it were able to. You desperately try to think of a plan, something you can do to get out of this, only to inevitably accept that you’re completely helpless.

“Look..” You hear as once again you see your face hovering over you. “You did help me, even though you didn’t know you were. I feel like I kind of owe you one.”

You can’t see where his hands are, but you soon feel a light pressure. It’s unclear where it’s coming from, or if you’re even feeling it at all, as it’s not a sensation you have any experience with.

“I’m going to inflate you now.” The person in your body says. “You’ll be able to move, but you have to promise me you won’t try to attack me once you can.”

The two of you remain silent for a moment.

“Right… you have no way of promising me that.” He says, breaking the silence. “I guess all I can do is trust that you won’t… well, I guess I could just leave you like this, but I’m a nice guy, so please remember that.”

It’s hard for you to even focus on his words as you’re not even sure which intense emotion you’re currently feeling. All you know is you have to do something.

The feeling of pressure expands throughout your “body” as it slowly begins to expand.