Suddenly I notice something, the initial shock of the situation giving way to a sense of realization as I see a withered butterfly tattoo on his wrist. It is only a small little thing, the delicate design and fine lines having faded over the wears, but it was still certainly recognizable.
"Victoria?" I gasp, staggering backward and further into the apartment.
"In the flesh" she replies with a chuckle "though I may have put that flesh into a nicer shape."
As the words escape her borrowed lips she begins to run her new hands over her new body, a lewd grin forming on the imitation of my old face as she grabs at her copied crotch with delight. The more I look at her the more inconsistencies I begin to notice.
There were small holes visible in her earlobes, the tiny remnants of earrings she had obviously discarded. Her eyes were still their light blue-gray, her skin slightly tanned, and her hair still a darker shade of brown than my own. However, what had once been long wavy locks reaching down around her shoulder is now a sloppily cut mess in a hasty and cheap imitation of my own haircut.
There was no doubt to it, this doppelganger was Victoria Meadows. She was an office administrator in my teaching department, an older woman just shy of forty who I usually only saw sat behind her desk. In our brief interactions, and from the gossip around the water cooler, I had gotten the impression that she had been quite the party animal and wild child in her youth with the faded tattoos to prove it. However, after getting pregnant in her last year of college she quickly settled down to become a working mom and loving wife.
I struggle to reconcile the two images I had of this woman, the first being my memory of her and the second standing in front of me as some flawed recreation of my own body. She had always been shorter than me, standing at around 5'6". She had a definite 'mom bod', with slightly sagging D-cup breasts, a slight amount of doughy pudge to her curvy body, and wide hips with accompanying fatty jiggly behind. Her face, usually painted with a warm smile, had looked well weathered with a plethora of laugh lines and crow's feet marring her usually tanned skin.
As I reel in shock Victoria takes a break from her exploration to close the door behind her, leaving us alone in what should be my new apartment. A cold shiver runs down my spine as she approaches me, bending down to inspect my cute and cuddly for with a critical eye.
"Well look at you Mr. Hughes, aren't you just...delightful" she purrs in a strained facsimile of my old voice, her own struggle to get used to the strange noises escaping her lips apparent in the slight uncertainty of her tone.
"H...How are you...you..." I stammer, the blood draining from my face as I too inspect her with a critical eye.
"How am I...me?" Victoria asks, taunting me as she gropes at her new masculine body. "You left some boxes at the department to send out to you silly, and...well...the boxes sort of fell open" she explains, poorly lying as she explains how she came to look inside the boxes. Victoria had always been a bit of a gossip, nosing into other people's business regularly. Chances are she just opened the boxes herself out of curiosity, wanting to see what the young man in her office had packed away.
"But...but you can't..." I squeak, my eyes roaming down with her hands as she begins to rub her new cock through her baggy jeans.
"I can and did" she snaps as she interrupts me. "When I found the suit I was...curious...about what it would turn me into, it didn't have one of those silly titles on the tag so it was a bit of a guess. But..." she trails off, grinning a little as she looks to the door before returning her gave to me. "But it smelt like your deodorant, I knew you had worn it and with a bit of research I knew what you had done and I saw my opportunity."
"Opportun...what do you mean?" I mutter, taking more and more steps back from the woman masquerading as me.
"To live my life again, to enjoy some freedom" she coos, writhing in pleasure as a massive bulge forms in her jeans. "No more cooking for the family, no more dull office job, no more gagging as I suck my husband's thick cock...speaking of thick..." she trails off, reaching into her pants as she gleefully takes a hold of her new copied dick. "How could you ever give this monster up? If you don't appreciate it I'll gladly have it" she says with a laugh, obviously entranced by her new organ.
"But...you can't just...you have a life" I stammer, struggling to get the words out as I stare at the nearly forty-year-old woman turned twenty-six year-old man play with herself.
"Had a life" she grunts, smirking as she runs her hands up and down her new shaft "I have a new one now."
"You can't just...disappear" I squeal in shock "and you can't just take my..."
"You gave it up once you became...that" she snaps, interjecting over my complaints. "But...I may give it back, once I've had my fill that is" she goes on to explain. "I've already confirmed with the Tulip Springs city council that I'm Jordan Hughes, I even sent them a picture of...the new me for good measure" she states, running her free hand over her new sharp jawline.
"But...I'm..." I whimper, tears welling up in my eyes.
"You're just...some girl. No ID, no records, a real Jane Doe" Victoria scoffs, slowly removing her hand from her pants but still leaving the denim tenting outwards. "Face it, for now I'm Mr. Hughes. I'm the one who lives here, who will be working here, who gets to go out whenever I want, fuck whoever I feel like without having to push out a kid nine months later" she rambles, getting more and more excited at the thought of returning to her old wild ways.
With a sniffle, tears begin to roll down my soft squeezable cheeks as the gravity of the situation begins to sink in.
"What...what am I meant to..." I whine, choking on my words as I grow more and more emotional.
"Well...like I said...I'm not sure how long I want to be...me" Victoria explains, making sure to emphasize her new position as my former self.
"In the meantime...well...you could stay here with me. I'd be looking for a cute fuckable girlfriend anyway, and so long as you give good head and keep the apartment clean and me well fed I suppose you could live with me" she explains, smirking as she envisions being on the receiving end of someone else's wifely duties.
"Or you could get out" she continues with a shrug, nodding to the door. "You'd need to find someplace to live, maybe a job as well. I mean you have no documentation so it may be pretty hard, but I promise to try and find you if I decide to ever go home" she taunts, pointing out the difficulties of my situation.
"Lastly...well I can't be missing for months" Victoria states in a frank and matter-of-fact tone. "I don't think I'd even be able to return to my former self easily if I've been declared a missing person, so why even bother...But if you were to wear my suit, becoming me...well...I'd be free to come home whenever I felt like."
"But your husband...your daughter..." I blurt out through my weeping.
"She lives out of home on campus, only coming home for food or laundry. And Paul won't notice the difference so long as you...take care of his needs" she explains, rolling her eyes a little as she talks about her family. "Otherwise...well I just may never go back to being me, and where would that leave you?" she asks, her question causing my blood to run cold.
"I...I..." I stutter, my mind and heart racing as I try to come to a decision. "I'll..."
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