Chapter 1: New Skin

Jessica Harlan’s consciousness slammed back into existence with a gasp.

The first thing she noticed was the air. Cool, crisp, faintly scented with something floral and expensive. Then came the body.

Her body.

She sat up slowly on the wide, silk-covered bed, heart hammering. The medical stasis upload had been instantaneous on paper, but the transition felt like being poured into a brand-new vessel. Everything was… wrong. Wrong in the most intoxicating way possible.

Her hands moved to her chest first.

“Fuck…” she whispered.

Where her familiar, modest B-cups had been for decades now sat fuller, rounder C-cups. Firm, high, and impossibly sensitive. Just the light brush of her own palms across her nipples sent a hot spike of pleasure straight down to her core. They stiffened instantly, almost painfully erect.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood, legs a little shaky. The full-length mirror across the luxurious suite waited for her like an invitation.

Jessica stepped in front of it and froze.

The woman staring back was her… but perfected. Twenty-two years old again, at least in appearance. Her face was smoother, lips plumper, cheekbones sharper. Her once-soft belly was now toned and athletic, with the faint outline of abs. Her hips were still wide and feminine, but her ass had lifted and rounded into a perfect heart shape. Long, toned legs. Flawless skin that practically glowed under the soft lighting.

But it was the sensitivity that hit her hardest.

She ran her hands down her sides and shivered. Every fingertip left a trail of tingling heat. Her skin felt electric. When she cupped her new breasts, weighing them, squeezing gently, a soft involuntary moan escaped her throat. Her nipples were so much more responsive than before — almost obscenely so. A single firm pinch made her knees buckle slightly as a rush of wetness slicked between her thighs.

“Oh my god…” she breathed, staring at her reflection. The young woman in the mirror had wide, hungry eyes. Jessica’s mature mind was still fully there, but the body was screaming at her with needs she hadn’t felt in twenty years.

She bit her lip and let one hand drift lower, over the smooth, hairless mound of her pussy. The moment her fingers brushed her clit, her legs nearly gave out. The pleasure was stupidly intense. A single slow circle and she was already panting, thighs trembling.

This wasn’t just youth. Echo Resorts had engineered this clone for the “Pleasure Unlimited” package. Heightened nerve density. Modified hormone profile. An amygdala tweaked to blur the line between pleasure and pain, between shame and desire.

Jessica didn’t know that yet. All she knew was that touching herself felt better than any sex she’d had in her real body.

She spread her legs a little wider, watching herself in the mirror like a stranger. Two fingers slid inside her soaked folds and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the suite. Her inner walls clenched greedily around her fingers, far more sensitive than she remembered. Every thrust made her fuller breasts bounce, made her new athletic core tighten.

Within less than two minutes she was gasping, fucking herself harder, completely lost in the sight of this perfect young slut in the mirror who looked nothing like the exhausted 42-year-old divorcee she’d been yesterday.

Her orgasm hit like a freight train.

“Fuuuuck—!”

Her eyes rolled back, thighs shaking violently as she squirted for the first time in her life, clear fluid splashing onto the mirror and the polished floor. The pleasure kept crashing through her in waves, far longer and stronger than anything she’d ever experienced. Her mature mind reeled in shock even as the clone body kept twitching and drooling with need.

Panting, Jessica stared at her reflection — flushed cheeks, messy hair, nipples rock hard, pussy visibly throbbing and dripping.

This isn’t me, she thought, even as a dark, excited little voice in the back of her head whispered: But I want it to be.

She hadn’t even left her room yet.