No, this will be just fine.

You kiss the disguised Spy back, dipping your tongue into the copy of your own mouth. There is no need to clarify, this surreal fantasy is more than adequate for you. You run your hands over your replicated body, exploring yourself from another angle. Every detail is the same and has been copied with care. When you run your fingers over your copy, it is not like feeling a man covered by an illusion, the skin is soft and your long hair is real. It is the perfect experience. You hungrily roam your copy's body, plunging your hands under the dress shirt, kissing your neck and pulling your copy into you with your free hand on your copy's ass, begging it to grind into you.

At your coaxing, the dress shirt falls open and you throw it to the ground. Your mirrored chest is against you, bound only by a thin layer of lace. You smile and lean down, licking the flesh of your cleavage as you knead your breasts. As you fondle your body with your tongue, the Spy in your body continues undressing, unzipping its pants. You kiss your nipples over the lace and extend your hands to help the spy remove its slacks. After a tense moment of exhilarating teamwork, you are rewarded with the bizarre and arousing sight of your own body before you, covered only in a pair of yellow panties and bra.

The Spy kisses you now, covering your neck with heat and wet pleasure. You are buzzing with excitement and roll your eyes back, resigning yourself to the sensations. Your hands go to your crotches, one at your own and rubbing against the panties of your double. Yours is soaked and twitching, the Spy's is hard and dry, save for one spot at the top of the right side. As you pleasure yourself with, you pull the Spy's panties down, revealing your own duplicated crotch but with a strap on dildo in place of the Spy's penis. You giggle and take it into your hands, testing its feel with a rub. It feels like one of your own, leading you to believe that the disguise kit feeds off of memory and illusion more than technology and physical disguise. It even has the same color and false testicles for gripping.

The copy's hands move over you again, opening your clothes and undressing you as it bathes you in affectionate kisses. Your top falls to the ground and the spy caresses your breasts with soft touches. "Don't worry, mon amoure," your voice tells you as the spy slides your bra strap down to kiss your bare shoulder. "I'm going to take good care of you."