This Requires a Mother’s Touch

Figuring you’ve already done enough to damage your daughter’s psyche as Veronica, you decide it would be best to try and replace her with a clone of yourself. You gulp uncertain of who the clone would be of, you (Cassandra) or John (your lost son). Stealing your nerves you aim the remote at yourself and press the button.

For a couple of seconds you feel something crawling all your body and feel as though you were wearing something. You then place your hand at your back and feel like there was something peeling off. Grabbing at the loose parts of skin, you proceed to remove the suit of yourself and place it on the chair. A smile crosses your lips as your cloned suit was of you, Cassandra. And why wouldn’t it be? Aiming the device at your clone and pressing the skinsuit button, your clone begins to inflate rapidly and with a stirring manner the clone wakes up and stands opposite to you waiting for your command to obey.

“Hello Cassandra clone” you begin to your clone. “Hello Master” your sexy 40 year old milf body double responds “how may I be of service to you today?” You bite your lip not expecting to get such a rush out of this. “If you have access to my memories then you should know your duty”. Your clone looks confused for a moment as it tries to go through its memories “I only have memories of myself up till being shot by the remote as you, so I can only assume I am to take over the life of our daughter. But I cannot act upon this unless commanded”.

Your clone looks puzzled as she goes through her memories and you can tell she’s trying to remember something important. “Who were we, originally?” You hear her softly mutter under her voice.