He remembers the pens

And a suspicious look immediately crosses his face. This much was obvious from the get go. When people are restored, the only gaps in their memory come from the time in which they were actually a lifeless bodysuit. When David had been zapped, he had been you and therefore remembered everything you did up to that point. He remembered Jessica showing him the Trish suit, wearing the Trish suit and pretending that you'd been absorbed into Trish's psyche before zapping her into a lifeless husk on her request. The only thing he wouldn't remember were your disturbing but strangely arousing thoughts of becoming your own girlfriend and seducing yourself.

David pushed you aside. Aside from his own suspicions and lack of memory of returning home, you had obviously overplayed your part. Having Jessica's mannerisms and memories were one thing, using them effectively and flawlessly was another. This was definitely a time when you had gone against her baser instincts and acted more like yourself.

"Who are you?" he demanded as he pinned you down on the bed, grabbing your arms roughly.

"You're hurting me David," you gasped, your frightened doe like eyes surprising him. Even if he knew you were a fake, that expression was enough to soften anyone's heart let alone her boyfriend's. Even if your narcissistic plot wasn't going along as you planned, you still felt smug that you could screw around so much with yourself. His grip loosened and he sat back, content with simply pinning you down with his weight.

His softened expression hardened again. "I won't ask again. Who are you and why are you wearing Jessica?"

You knew how he was thinking. He was you after all. The first thought that you'd have is someone that you knew. Jimmy would spring to mind but the most likely culprit was Trish, seeing as the last he'd seen of her was a crumpled mass of skin on Jessica's floor. He was probably thinking that Trish had been restored some time during the night and that you had been zapped, that Trish had taken Jessica's place and was now screwing with you as payback for wearing her. But that didn't make sense. The last thing he remembered was zapping himself with the brown pen...

"Wait a minute. It couldn't be..."

"Bingo," you say as you reach up and caress yourself on the face. "Don't I make just the perfect girlfriend?"

David rolls back over onto the bed and moans; this is a lot to take in. Finding out about all the pens and their magical power and then waking up from a 'coma' to find a copy of himself nestled within his girlfriend's skin was enough to make anyone's head explode. Strangely though, he found himself aroused; the fact that his girlfriend was actually a skinsuit being worn by himself seemed amazing to him. Jessica was perfect; her body was simply amazing and her personality was great too. But he couldn't deny that deep down, he was a shameless narcissist. Jessica's mind and body under the control of himself was beyond perfect. His member stood to attention, a fact that didn't escape your notice.

"Wanna do it?" you climbed seductively onto your clone as he struggled with his emotions.