Just curiosity

Even if you're eager to explore your new body at your old home, out of curiosity, you wonder what Kaya's house is like even though you already have some insight from her memories. You're curious about her lifestyle.

Therefore, you decide to visit Kaya's house, your new home.

The bus drops you off at the same spot where you waited in the morning.

Kaya's memories guide you to her home. It's an apartment she recently moved into. You recall her moving here two weeks ago and the feeling of helping carry your own luggage into her room with Dad.

You open the entrance door, walk down the apartment stairs, and continue walking until you reach the front of your room. You unlock the door, enter; everything is done according to Kaya's nature, before Lasse's role or the influence you'll exert afterward.

You shed your bag, kick off your shoes at the door, and remove your hood before entering the 'home'. Everything inside is arranged simply. The apartment isn't large, but her parents have owned it for a long time. You head to the bedroom and collapse onto the soft bed.

The bed gives a gentle bounce, supporting your body. You feel your own chest pressing between you and the bed. You grab a nearby pillow and hug it.

Taking a deep breath, you fill your lungs with the scent of Kaya. The aroma of a young woman's perfume and sunlight fills the room.

You realize you made the right decision in coming here. After relaxing on the bed and breathing in her scent, you sit up, brush your hair from your face, and listen to the bed creaking with each movement.

You survey the bedroom. Its walls are adorned with soft, if somewhat aged, wallpaper.

Next to the bed is a poster from her favorite movie and a poster of a Korean band. You're not familiar with the band, but her memories tell you she's a big fan.

Near the bed is a small makeup table. At first, you had no idea how to apply makeup.

But now, having absorbed Kaya's memories, you know how to use the powder and lipstick.

You remember when you were a child, playing with your mother's lipstick and accidentally breaking it. You feared she would scold you, but instead, she laughed at your funny face and gently cleaned you up. She was always kind to you, even when you ruined her important things. It's a warm memory.

Outside of this story, you can see remnants of Kaya's childhood. The tale of her father taking her to visit her grandfather's farm outside the city, teaching her to fish, and catching her first fish. You remember running around your grandfather's garden with his dog, feeling both exhaustion and joy.

Lying on a haystack, with a stalk of corn in your hand and your grandfather's dog licking your face, you felt happiness. These memories come flooding back as you look at the family photos on the wardrobe.

You pick up a family photo, brushing the dust off its edges. You see yourself in the center of the image, surrounded by your family, all smiling.

"This is my family now," you say to yourself, before placing the picture face-down on the cabinet.

You don't want the joyful eyes in the photo to see you as a different person. You then head to the kitchen. It's adjacent to the living room and bathroom, and dirty dishes are piled up in the sink.

"Eww... Kaya, you probably didn't have time to deal with this," you mutter as you glance at the dirty dishes. With a sigh, you roll up your sleeves and start cleaning. After all, you are her now.

After washing your hands, you rummage through the fridge and find a simple meal. You put it in the microwave, start it, and decide to take a shower.

You begin to undress, shaking off your hoodie and tossing it onto the living room sofa. You continue to undress as you move towards the bathroom, removing your t-shirt and pants.

The bathroom is small and crowded, but it has everything you need. You switch on the light and see towels hung on the wall, a washbasin on the left, toothbrushes, makeup tools, and skincare items neatly lined up. Behind them, a mirror adorns the white tiled wall.

You see yourself in the mirror, a face you've become familiar with. You move closer, examining your blue eyes, which contract when you look closely.

Initially, you had hazel eyes, so the sight of your now blue eyes is strange. You spread your eyelids to examine your pupils, still finding it surprising.

Kaya's skin feels natural and perfect. You step back slightly from the mirror, blink, and study your face closely, even inspecting the pores.

You raise your hand and gently trace your cheekbones, cheeks, and lips. You appreciate Bianca's makeup skills, but even without makeup, this face is beautiful.

Turning your head, you examine both sides of your cheeks. Clean, smooth, flawless – that's what you see.

You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue which seems somewhat longer than yours used to be. You run your tongue around your lips before smiling. You begin to feel a tingling sensation.

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra with practiced ease. Your chest relaxes as it's freed from its confines.

You glance at your reflection in the mirror and smile at it with a flirtatious grin.

Slowly, you peel off the lace panties Bianca gave you, lifting them up to the light. The thin fabric barely blocks the light, and you bring them closer, placing them on your face. You take a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and perhaps Bianca's too. The scent lingers and you begin to feel aroused.

You toss the panties and bra outside the bathroom before stepping in for a shower. The shower room houses a tub as well, though you prefer the shower.

However, Kaya prefers the bathtub. You turn on the hot water in the bathtub, then the shower, and prepare to immerse yourself.

The hot water from the shower cascades over your head, gliding down your shoulders, chest, nipples, and further down your back as you sit in the tub. Embraced by the warm water, you feel a sense of relaxation seep through you. Utilizing Kaya's memories, you reach for the liquid soap and shampoo.

You start with the shampoo, washing your hair and sweeping your fingers through the familiar strands of your long, brown hair. Looking up, you allow the shower water to rinse the shampoo from your face.

With a gentle touch, you caress your face. Your breath quickens and just as the water begins to fill the tub, you turn off the shower. Reaching for the liquid soap, you start to rub it onto your skin.

Your waterlogged skin feels more sensitive than ever. Each stroke and touch stirs a growing lust within you.

As your breath accelerates, you move your hands to your chest. Your nipples harden as your fingertips draw circles around them. Your heart beats faster and stronger, a heat begins to build within you, distinct from the warmth of the water. Your hand slides down past your navel. The liquid soap on your hand helps it glide as you begin to caress your lower body.

A soft moan escapes your lips as your finger brushes against your clitoris. Your left hand plays with your nipple while your right hand gently enters you, the other fingers massaging the surrounding area as your hand moves rhythmically, first slowly then increasingly faster.

"Lasse," you whisper your old name, your fingers moving rhythmically inside of you. Your moans mix with the sound of Kaya's voice calling your name, the sensation only adding to the pleasure.

"I...I like you...I want you...Ah!...Ahhhhhnnn," you moan and quicken your pace.

Your words become incoherent. Surrounded by the warm water and with both hands exploring your body, you're unable to stop yourself.

A loud cry escapes you as a wave of pleasure erupts from within. Your body spasms as you climax, a euphoric feeling that leaves you gasping. You chuckle as you gaze at your fingers, slick and glistening.

"I never get tired of this," you say contentedly, before allowing yourself to sink back into the warm water filling the tub.

You reach for the hairdryer and start to dry your long hair, opening your laptop on the counter in the process. Logging into Kaya's chat using her code, you start to scroll through the statuses of her friends. Dressed in simple clothes - shorts and a tank top without a bra - you survey each of your friends on the webchat.

Among the updates, you see a post from Lisa-Marie saying she's going out and has tagged you in an invite. A smile lights your face as you click the heart button and scroll to see the others.

Another update catches your eye, this one from your friend Susanne. She has posted a picture of herself at the gym, her workout clothes accentuating her toned figure.

"I'd like to be as fit as you someday," you say to yourself before giving her post a like. Maybe in the future, you'll be able to emulate her. You continue scrolling, taking in updates from your other friends. Suddenly, a chat notification pops up. It's from Lisa-Marie.

'Hey Kaya, want to hang out? Found a cool place with a handsome guy. You in?' she messages with an attached emoji.

You quickly reply, 'Hey Liss, not today. I'm super tired. Maybe next time.' You add an emoji and hit send.

'Wow, that's a shame. Okay, no problem. See you soon.' She replies with a kiss emoji. Just before you close your laptop, a call notification appears. The caller ID displays your name - the fake Lasse who's supposed to be at home playing games against Tim.

You answer the call promptly.

"Hey, Dummy, were you able to beat that smart guy?" you joke.

"He's so damn good! I beat him twice and he did the same. Now we're at a draw and he's insisting on another game. I told him I'm too tired today. It took me forever to convince him to stop, right when my phone started ringing," he responds, sounding utterly drained. You can't help but laugh lightly.

"Hehe, that's no surprise. Sorry for making you deal with him in my stead," you apologize.

"No worries, boss. But, are you comfortable... being Kaya? I noticed you used the brown button earlier," he inquires. You nod in confirmation.

"Yes, I pressed the button and now everything is like this. I know everything about her and I'll likely use her identity to spy on others for a while. Meanwhile, can you continue to act as a decoy?" you ask him with a smile. He lets out a heavy sigh.

"sigh Okay, as you wish... Oh, by the way, that guy Paul called again," he tells you, holding up his phone in front of the camera. You watch closely.

"What did he say? What's his involvement?" you question.

"He suggested that those spying on you are probably in the school. He suspects there may be more than one person. He's not certain who they are, but he's confident one of them is an alien. The other, he believes, is a human clone using an imitation machine. This individual supposedly can't mimic as well as the alien due to memory constraints. He warned me to be careful."

"What else did he say?" you ask him, your hands starting to mindlessly play with your breasts.

"He asked me if I've mastered the device. I told him I'm getting the hang of it. I've taken down one person and I plan to test it on others. He said that's good, then started to ramble on about unrelated things. Oh, also..."

"What else...?" you ask, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

"He mentioned that he examined the blood taken from the remote box - you know, the one that pricked your finger. The blood analysis showed about 40-48% of your cells are alien. He asked if you've noticed any effects. He said it's not a big deal for humans, but for aliens, you're like a golden egg. They've been cloning based on your grandfather's work. They've only achieved about 10% cell compatibility in the past decade."

"Um... So, which part of me is alien?" you question, squeezing your chest while your hand trails down your stomach, eventually reaching your groin. A soft moan escapes you.

"Eh... he wasn't certain. I asked him the same question. He told me he'd need to dissect me and examine my internal organs to provide an answer. But with 40% of your blood being alien, there's undoubtedly some alien influence in you. Something inside you isn't normal. You might not notice it now, but it could become apparent in the future. From what I see, you're halfway human - 52% to be precise."

"Ah... oh... okay," you moan, losing control of your senses.

"Uh... okay? But can I ask you something?" the fake Lasse asks.

You slow your movements, the rush of desire still spinning in your head.

"Um, okay, go ahead," you manage to say, and, imagining being transformed into those women, having sex with the other women.

You are lost in the pleasure and orgasm many times. Until the water in the tub became cold and you felt tired. You get out of the tub. dry your body and wear a simple pajama. Take the towel off and sit down to dry your hair with the dryer.

You get into the bed, looking at the body that was transformed to be Kaya's before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

Tomorrow, you don't know who you will become or what you will do. But now you're kaya And tomorrow you might still be Kaya.

Who you will become in the future, you don't know yet.

But you do know that you're you And you will always be you. Even if your body changes, your soul and mind will never change.

Because you are you, no matter what.