Nervously, I look at my girlfriend who know looks and sounds like Cherie, a woman I’ve wanted to fuck for ages. Meanwhile, Tracy’s empty body lay next to her.
“I got an idea,” I tell Tracy. “Why don’t I hop in there”-my head motioning to Tracy’s limp body-“and we can try something new.”
Tracy/Cherie laughs. “Oh my god, YES!” she says. “I want to fuck myself so bad.”
She takes out the stone and passes it to me. Instead of my soul leaving my body, my entire being becomes corporeal. I step into Tracy’s body.
“Oh wow,” I say, now, unbelievably, with the sultry tenor of Tracy’s voice. “I’m you.”
Tracy/Cherie laughs in astonishment. “You really are.”
I start to take off Tracy’s jeans and finger myself. Tracy/Cherie looks on and squeals, but stops me almost immediately. “No, no, no. That’s not my spot,” she says, rushing over to me. “This is where it is.”
Tracy/Cherie sticks her finger into her original vagina, now mine, and we have an afternoon that can go in many different directions.
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