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For Me - Pt 9
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 18:00:14 +0000 UTCThey lay together, exhausted at first, eventually sleeping.
Lauren awoke at the sound of her phone. It wasn’t nearby, but she recognized and reacted to the ring tone: it was her fiancé, Joseph calling.
“Where the hell is—dammit!”
She pushed herself up, glancing down at her duplicate on the floor, whose blond hair was spread over the remains of her clothing. The rest of ‘fake Lauren’ was completely naked. It was somewhat unnerving to see herself from a ‘third person’ perspective; completely outside of her body, but she pushed that thought aside to go hunting for her phone.
It was across the room, left behind during her tryst with ‘herself’, but still invisible to her, only traceable through sound. As she got closer, the ringing cut off. Growling in frustration, she tossed various items aside until she found the phone.
Four missed calls from Joseph. He’d been calling while she, as Anna, had been with Anna, as Lauren.
“Shit,” she muttered, opening the phone—but then heard herself, and who she sounded like. “Ah, fuck!”
She had yet to remove Anna’s face, and for a second, wondered if there was any sort of special ‘method’ to do so. She almost ran back to Anna, but then thought of Joseph waiting for her. Where was he? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Europe, or on a plane home? He wasn’t due back until the next day, in theory.
Half-running, she moved to her vanity and its mirror. Staring into Anna’s eyes, she looked for the seam she knew was there between the suit and the mask, but it was near impossible to see. Swearing profusely she grabbed her throat and pulled, hard, feeling the mask cling to her like an anxious child—but it couldn’t resist forever. Suddenly Anna’s throat ballooned outwards, a horrific sight in any other circumstance. The seam was exposed. “Finally,” Lauren said, hearing her own voice once more.
Not wanting to wait, she left the mask on but her throat untouched. She grabbed her phone and called Joseph, who picked up on the third ring. The sound of a car was in the background. “Hey hon,” he said, his voice raised. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been calling!”
“I was in the shower,” Lauren lied. “I couldn’t hear my phone. Where are you?”
“I’m heading home! I decided to take an earlier flight. I missed you, honey!”
Lauren couldn’t speak, couldn’t form a reply. He was heading home?
“Hello? Are you there?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry—that’s great, uh, great news. Where are you now? Are you heading to the airport?”
“Nope, I’m on my way to the apartment! I’m already in the US! Sorry, I know it’s late and this is all a surprise, but you know me, I like to be spontaneous!”
Lauren bit her fake lip hard, trying not to swear. “Oh wow, well I’ll try to get myself together here… been chilling out all evening, so I might not look my best!”
“You’ll always look good to me. Don’t worry about it, I’m like, five minutes away anyway. See you soon!”
Lauren almost sprinted to her doppelgänger, yelling along the way. “Wake up! He’s coming! Get up get up get up!”
She found ‘Lauren’ half awake, looking bleary eyed at the sudden interruption. “What is it? Who’s coming?”
“Joseph! He took an early flight home, he’s going to be here in five minutes! You have to get your clothes on, you have to go—”
Anna held up a hand. “Take a breath, keep calm. He’s on the way? Like, he’s here in the US?” Lauren nodded. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. First I’ll help you out of that thing, then I’ll leave, okay? We don’t have time for both of us to remove the suits.” She got to her feet and took Lauren by the shoulders. “It’s okay. First things first, let me help you off with that.”
Anna took hold of the edge of the mask on Lauren’s face and began to slip it out from underneath the suit’s seam.
Lauren was looking about frantically. “Your clothes, you’ll have to put them somewhere—”
“I will,” Anna said in Lauren’s voice, “don’t worry. Turn around for me.”
Lauren turned, allowing Anna to slip the mask out from the suit completely.
“Hold still,” Anna said, as she lifted the mask up from behind, her hands pushing under the material, stretching it out. Lauren bowed her head instinctively, feeling air on the nape of her neck. The mask seemed to ripple, the sounds of constricting rubber or silicone filling her ears. Anna’s hands moved around from the back of Lauren’s neck to the front, slipping and sliding beneath the mask. “Okay,” she said with a grunt, “try to duck down?”
Lauren did, and with Anna’s firm grip on the mask, her face was suddenly released. The cool air of the room hit her face as she almost dropped to her knees to get out of the mask. Anna placed the mask down on the floor, but didn’t go anywhere. “That’s step one,” she said. “Put your arms by your sides. This might pinch.”
Anna’s fingertips slid under the edge of the suit across Lauren’s collar bone, between real skin and the suit’s fake version. Then she pulled, stretching out the neck as it had been stretched earlier. “Why did he come home early?” Anna asked as she pulled the suit’s neck wider.
“I don’t know,” Lauren said. “He usually enjoys these trips. Maybe he got bored, maybe he missed me, I don’t know.” She gnawed on her lip as Anna pulled and tugged at one arm of the suit, dislodging Lauren’s fingers. “Will we make it?”
“We’ll make it. Pull your arm up for me.”
It felt very strange, but Lauren pulled her arm and hand upwards. With some effort, her fingers slid from the suit’s confines. Then, feeling a little like an escape artist in a straitjacket, she managed to slip her arm upwards and out.
“Normally I’d recommend some talc for this, but we can make it work. You haven’t had it on that long,” Anna said. “With your arm out, it should be a lot easier.”
It was. Lauren managed to get her other arm out of the suit and proceeded to push it down her body. The sight was still utterly surreal; a woman’s body crumpling and deforming at her will, like a snake shedding its skin.
Anna spoke quietly as Lauren ‘undressed’. “We’re good, right?”
Lauren knew what her friend was asking; if they were still friends, or something more, after what had happened previously, right where they were standing. She nodded, unable to come up with the right words to express the tangled knot of emotions she felt. Instead she directed her attention back to the suit, pushing it down over her stomach and squeezing it over her hips.
Anna helped once more, moving behind Lauren to remove the gauze tape they’d applied to bind her breasts. “I don’t know if it’s smart for me to leave right now,” Anna said as she unwound the tape. “I might run into him. That’d be a little weird, right?”
Lauren hadn’t considered that, but nodded. “Could you hang out back here and then maybe leave later, when we’re asleep?”
“Sure, yeah,” Anna replied.
“He never really comes back here,” Lauren added. “It should be fine. There’s a panel over there, too—you can see us on the security cameras, so you’ll know when we’re asleep.” She paused. “You probably already know that, don’t you.”
A little embarrassed, Anna made an affirmative grunt. Eager to avoid that conversation she helped to slide the suit—her own fake body—down and off Lauren’s legs and feet.
There were only moments before Joseph was due to arrive. Lauren grabbed her discarded robe and pulled it on, tying it around her waist. She looked at her exact double, concerned for obvious reasons. “You’ll stay back here,” she said, more of a statement than a question.
‘Lauren’ nodded. “Of course. Don’t worry, I’ll clean up. You just go welcome home your man.” She grinned. “Or I guess, maybe ‘our’ man?”
Lauren tried to smile back, but something in ‘Lauren’s’ own grin made it feel forced, fake. Just like the woman she was looking at.
“Text me later,” she said, turning to leave, allowing Anna the ultimate access to her life.
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Anna smiled to herself as Lauren left the room. She turned to a mirror to see Lauren’s face smiling back at her, as if she had a secret.
Of course, she did. The greatest secret Anna had ever kept; that behind this fake Lauren’s face was her best friend. She was Lauren Hudson now.
Or at least… she almost was. Anna was very aware that right then, the real Lauren was about to welcome her fiancé back from his skiing trip. All Anna would be able to do was watch it happen.
Which she was more than happy to do.
Stepping up to one of the various mirrors, she looked critically at her fake face, tracing a finger down the cheek, giving herself a contemplative look.
“God damn, you were hot earlier,” she murmured. Did she mean herself? Lauren? Lauren-as-Anna? All of the above? A smile crept over her face as she considered these possibilities. She had been hot. Lauren—both versions—had been hot.
Just thinking about it was hot. Despite her exertions not too long ago, she felt heat building within her as she remembered looking at ‘her’ face, twisted and contorted with ecstasy, moaning and writhing at ‘Lauren’s’ touch.
She knew that Joseph would be back any minute, that she would need to confine herself to the back of the apartment, for a while at least. It wouldn’t be great for him to see Lauren’s double, although she had to admit, it could be fun to pull the ol’ double-switcheroo on him. “I’m her!” she muttered. “I’m the real Lauren!”
Hearing Lauren’s voice saying that was enough to make her stop and see her speaking in a mirror. “No, Joseph, you don’t understand,” she said, faking concern on her face. “I’m Lauren! I don’t know who this woman is, but I’m your fiancee, don’t you see?”
She maintained her shocked stare for a long second, then broke, laughing at her performance, feeling a warm wave of excitement pass through her. God, it would be fun. But it would probably turn Lauren against her permanently. It was much too early for that.
A door closed, far off, the sound barely perceptible through the multiple walls. She wondered for a moment if she had left any evidence of her arrival in Lauren’s living room; no, she’d been careful. Besides, Joseph was probably—hopefully—distracted by Lauren’s presence to even notice anything being off.
“I mean, I’d want to fuck me the minute I walked in,” she told the mirror with a grin.
She strolled over to the security panel, a small group of screens that were clustered on one wall. Vaguely she remembered Lauren saying they’d considered a ‘panic room’ in the apartment, but then decided even that was a step too far. Either that, she mused, or they did have one installed and were keeping it quiet.
For now this small bank of screens was all the security Lauren had, outside of the multiple locks and alarms Anna knew were on all the outer doors. While Lauren could access the camera feeds on her phone whenever she wanted, Anna knew she rarely did. She wasn’t that paranoid. When you have enough money to re-buy everything you own at the snap of your fingers, worrying about someone breaking in for your TV or laptop isn’t really a thing.
Of course, Lauren had other items in the apartment, some arguably ‘priceless’. There were a couple of paintings acquired at auction. Jewelry the same value as houses. Objet d’art that were museum-level expensive. Anna had seen it all at different times, but after a while one painting by a Dutch master was much like another. It was all ultimately furniture. Lauren’s attitude was quite blasé, so after knowing her long enough, Anna’s was too.
While there weren’t enough screens for rooms in the apartment—an odd omission to Anna’s mind—there was one dedicated to the living area. There she could see Joseph and Lauren, together again. Right then they were still at the ‘welcome home’ stage, hugging, talking and kissing.
While the camera gave a clear picture, there was no sound. Anna had to supply her own dialogue, first in her head, then out loud, unable to help herself.
“What have I been doing?” she said in Lauren’s voice. “Why, I’ve been wearing a mask of my best friend’s face. You remember Anna, right? She’s in the back right now—dressed as me! Turns out she’s very clever… oh, and she ate me out, too.” She chuckled. “Better than you ever have, baby. I know you try, but… she just knows what to do.”
On screen, Joseph was getting amorous. He took Lauren in his arms, kissing her neck, making his way down to her breasts. The same breasts that Anna had atop her own chest, right then. “Oh, baby,” she said, imitating a breathless, aroused Lauren. “Don’t stop, baby. That feels so good. Touch me there… that’s it… fuuuck.”
Joseph’s hand moved down Lauren’s back to grope at her ass, squeezing it. Anna imagined that same feeling, dulled but still perceptible, on her own fake ass. Her pulse quickened as she watched Joseph guide Lauren to the couch, pressing her down, clearly aroused, excited and desperate to be with his fiancee once more.
Anna wanted to tear herself away. She shouldn’t be watching, she told herself. But then, wasn’t this research? Wasn’t she going to share a bed with this man, at least for a night or two? Shouldn’t she know at least some of his moves, to prevent herself being surprised?
Joseph had already tossed away his jacket and now lifted a tight t-shirt up, exposing his abs, tight and almost imposing. Anna watched, fascinated, as he paused for a moment above Lauren, as if saying “Look at me.”
Then he was upon her again, pulling apart her robe, exposing her breasts, a scandalous moment to observe, if Anna hadn’t spent hours and hours recreating them perfectly. He feasted on them, sucking and kissing, as Lauren writhed beneath him and Anna watched.
Did she want to be there? Partially. Joseph was attractive enough and seemed to be enthusiastic, at least. But at the same time he was conventional, a little boring, a bit too conservative. While Anna knew to reduce her ‘punk’ nature in mixed (read: rich) company, she didn’t think she’d be able to handle Joseph’s vanilla flavoring for too long. For a few days? Doable. For a lifetime, like Lauren was planning? Hell no.
Moving faster than he probably had down the black diamond slopes, Joseph was pulling down his pants. Anna paid attention as his dick sprang free, noting its above average length. “Good for you,” she muttered, turning away from the screen before she saw Joseph enter Lauren.
She looked back in the mirror at Lauren’s face, somewhat dispirited now. She’d been hoping for a few more hours with Lauren alone, at least, before Joseph reappeared. Now she had to start sharing.
Then again, she also got to start living Lauren’s life.
That thought in mind, she went exploring through Lauren’s fabulous closet once more, paying special attention to the bedroom items she found. It seemed like for the most part, Lauren favored fairly normal pajamas, oversized t-shirts and the like to sleep in. They were expensive and designer, but still ‘just’ sleepwear.
Digging a little deeper, however, she managed to discover more of Lauren’s ‘alternative’ sleepwear. Like the lace-edged teddy she’d shown Anna earlier, this was more romantic, less practical. More for fucking, less for sleeping. Anna approved.
She picked up a few items and brought them back to Lauren’s dressing area, where her previous outfit lay strewn about in pieces. Once more she admired the fake body she’d created from several different angles in the mirrors, enjoying the sight of her larger-than-normal breasts, her trimmed, neat bush—Brazilians were within Lauren’s budget—and Lauren’s rounder, softer features.
“I wanted to wear something special for you tonight,” Lauren said to the mirror, as Anna imagined Joseph there, perhaps returning from another playboy-like trip. “I hope you approve.”
She picked up a different teddy than the one Lauren had showed her. This one was black, with less lace, more silk. It was still glamorous as hell, and something Anna herself would likely never wear, or even be able to afford.
That was why she relished watching Lauren step into it and draw it up her body, over her perfect breasts. She made coy, knowing glances at Anna as she turned to admire the teddy’s fit, then picked up another item; a pair of matching silk panties, also black, which slipped over her legs and traveled up to cling to her ass. They were a thong cut, exactly as Anna hoped, showing off the curves of the fake butt she’d labored over.
Finally she picked up a pair of black hold-up stockings, walking gracefully to find a seat. There she bunched up the first and slid it on over her leg, smiling at how soft and imperfection-free they were. Lauren likely threw away any hose or stockings that got snagged or ran, and of course, she spent serious money on modern, resilient hosiery in the first place. Anna felt like these stockings were practically brand new. The lacy top clung to her thigh, a perfect accent to the rest of the outfit. After sliding on the second stocking she stood and walked back to the screens to see how her double was doing.
Joseph and Lauren had adjourned to the bedroom, where it seemed like Joseph at least was keeping his part of the bargain. If he’d cum already it wasn’t obvious, but then he might have; he was, right then, buried in Lauren’s cunt, mouth eagerly tonguing at her. Lauren’s head was thrown back, legs wide open, her hands in Joseph’s short, tousled hair. She was speaking, or moaning; something that kept her mouth moving.
Anna quickly retrieved her phone and opened up an app which connected her with something extra she’d installed, sort of as a compliment to the Hudson security setup, but only for her benefit. A microphone. A bug.
“Oh my god,” Lauren’s voice said through the phone speaker. “Fuck, baby, that feels—oh fuck, right there, yes, right there, yes—”
Anna tapped an icon on screen marked ‘Record’, and listened carefully as Lauren continued, moaning, groaning, gasping and muttering.
“That’s it, that’s it, fuck yes, god you’re so good baby you’re so good—”
“Laying it on a little thick there,” Lauren’s voice said from Anna’s mouth. She listened carefully and then after a moment, spoke in the more breathy tones she was hearing from her speaker. “That’s it, that’s it,” she said, emulating Lauren broadly. “You’re so good baby. You’re so good, baby. You’re so good baby!”
She listened intently again. While she had Lauren’s voice, she also wanted to know Lauren’s speech patterns. She’d listened to a variety of recordings from her bugs, but there weren’t too many of her and Joseph together.
Speaking of Joseph, his voice cut in suddenly as he rose up from between Lauren’s thighs, getting some air. Anna checked the screen, watching him rise over Lauren, hand moving, his cock getting stiffer for a second round.
“Are you ready baby?” he asked.
“So fucking ready,” Lauren replied, groaning as Joseph approached and bent over her.
This was an important moment. Anna listened intently for Lauren’s initial cry.
“Oh fuck—yes—god—ohhhhh!”
Lauren’s groan upon being entered by Joseph wasn’t exactly remarkable, but it was still helpful for Anna to listen in on these situations.
“Oh fuck,” Anna repeated. “Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Yes, god, ohhhh.”
She couldn’t deny it, seeing and now hearing Joseph fuck Lauren was getting Anna fairly aroused herself. She could practically feel his touch on her, see his face. While she’d never harbored deep feelings for Joseph, being able to slip into Lauren’s life and receive the feelings he had for her was an intoxicating prospect. Her cunt tingled with anticipation, her body filling with excitement as she walked back to the changing room area and stepped before the mirrors.
She twirled, a pretty girl in love with how she looked, seeing Lauren reflected from every angle, laughing at her good fortune. Lauren’s blond locks lifted as she span, her eyes flashing every time she saw herself. Finally she stopped and stared at the image before her; Lauren’s hands went to her breasts, holding them for a moment, feeling their weight, as if they were brand new to her. Her hands then moved down, pressing the fabric of the teddy down across her taut, flat belly, allowing the silk to outline her curves. Her hands lingered at the hemline, fingertips barely touching the stocking tops, moving to feel the edge of her panties.
“You look so fucking hot tonight,” she said, unsure whether that was a sentiment from Anna, Lauren or even Joseph. It didn’t matter. It was a statement of fact.
Groaning continued to emanate from her phone, reminding her that her duplicate was getting fucked not far away, while here she had to make do with teasing looks and desperate longing.
Not forever, she thought.
Turning back and forth she loved to see the edges of the stockings be revealed as the teddy moved, a little glimpse that would tease Joseph perfectly. With the right dress, the whole thing could be hidden, although a dress that short would never be ‘demure’. Still, she imagined wearing something like that, then peeling it off for Joseph after, say, a night out clubbing.
“No; a night at a gala,” Lauren’s voice said, correcting her. “I don’t really go clubbing. Parties, sure. But not clubbing.”
This was definitely true, although Anna had never been to a gala before. “There’s a first time for everything,” she murmured.
From her phone, it was obvious that things were coming to a climax. Lauren’s groaning was becoming more regular, Anna assumed because of Joseph’s cock pounding into her.
Anna closed her eyes and imagined it for a moment—feeling Joseph’s cock for herself, sliding slowly into a recreation of Lauren’s pussy, then passing through to bury itself in Anna. It was like Lauren was inviting him to fuck her girlfriend.
Almost unconsciously, she moved her legs apart, watching Lauren do so in the mirror.
“Fuck me, oh god fuck me baby,” Lauren said from the phone.
“Fuck me, oh, god fuck me,” Lauren repeated in the mirror.
“I want your cock, I want it so bad baby, fuck me with your big cock—”
“We can do better than that,” Anna said with a smile. She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slightly, tilted her head back and began to pant, to groan before she said her line.
“I want your cock,” she moaned, “give me your big cock, put it inside me baby, give it to me baby, give me that big cock!”
Opening her eyes, she chuckled. “Better.”
From the phone, Lauren’s voice raised, clearly closing in on climax.
“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck—”
It was too much to ignore. Anna grabbed a chair, planted it in front of the mirror and sat in it, making sure she was entirely visible in reflection. Then she spread her legs wide, her fingers touching the material of her panties. They came away damp with her juices.
She made Lauren’s fingers move, dancing over her fake cunt, slipping between her fake lips. Hidden beneath latex and silicone she found her own clitoris, pressing down on it, making herself moan and in the process, making Lauren moan too.
From the phone, Lauren’s moans were merging into a continuous stream of passion. Joseph’s own cries were becoming unintelligible too, a series of grunts, a repeating “Uh-uh-uh” as he fucked Lauren in a way that Anna guessed she might enjoy, although she wasn’t so sure she would. While he probably had the equipment, Anna wasn’t sure Joseph had the touch to make a woman like her scream.
“Then again,” she told Lauren in reflection, “what kind of bride-to-be wouldn’t let their fiancé fuck them, hmm?”
Her finger pressed down as she spoke, rubbing a little quicker on her clit, arousing her even further.
“I guess… I’ll have to take one for the team,” she said, a soft groan emerging from her lips. “I guess I’ll have to let him fuck me. Any way he wants.”
She paused, giving the mirror a seductive look, imagining Joseph was on the receiving end of her stare. Soon, she told herself. Soon she’d be the one in Lauren’s bed. In Lauren’s clothes. In Lauren’s life.
“Soon, soon, soon,” she said, almost chanting, mantra-like. “That’s it baby, that’s it, right there, touch me right there… fuck yes, yes, I love it, yes—”
The voices coming through her phone were beginning to sync, to unite in their final passion. Anna vaguely wondered if Lauren was faking it—but then she remembered, she’d be faking it herself in more ways than one.
As she heard the two of them beginning to climax, she did her best to match Lauren’s responses, their two voices joining in harmony.
“Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck me so fucking hard yes yes yes yesssss ohhhh—”
Almost simultaneously, the Lauren in the mirror and the Lauren in her bed threw their heads back and cried aloud, both climaxing, both different people in their minds.
Becoming Lauren was the sexiest thing Anna had ever experienced, and she knew it was only going to get better.
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Comments
Ghostly Writer
Here's the 'Collection' link btw, everything's there and in order: https://www.patreon.com/collection/1289285
Daigneau Ray
Oh, right. I really need to read that fine print.
Ghostly Writer
I'm sure she'll do nothing bad at all.......
Ghostly Writer
When I do collect it (whenever I finish it; I have no clue!) I'll make that clear, so if you want to upgrade for one month to grab it, you can. Welcome feedback on this btw.
Ghostly Writer
Yep, it will do - although bear in mind right now it'll only be available to $10+ tier members. If you look at "Collections" you should see all the posts in order, as an alternative.
Daigneau Ray
P.S. Is this going to be edited into a full story? I'm finding it a bit hard to read all the entries one at a time while keeping up with the narrative events.
Daigneau Ray
This is starting to get a little creepy. I like.
Bob Smith
I'm really loving this story and I'm excited to see where it goes and what kind of terrible Anna is going to get into.
