Emily Too

As she sat beneath the withering gaze of her Mom and Step-Dad, Emily knew she'd fucked up again.  She shifted uncomfortably - suddenly not feeling so sexy in her naughty rave outfit - in fact feeling more stupid for getting caught than anything else.  In the white six inch stripper heels, green-neon leg-warmers and tiny pink bikini set - she fully looked like the part of a slutty party-girl, which was not an image she currently wanted to project to her Mom, even if it was who she really was these days.

Tabitha glared down at her beautiful, but badly behaved daughter.  Emily was such a naughty girl, always breaking the rules, drinking and taking drugs, hanging around with boys.  She blamed Emily's birth-father who had abandoned the family and left Emily with some major Daddy issues.  Now the stupid young girl was always looking for the approval of older men and loved to dress up and act like a bratty young tease. Tabitha was sick of it.

Emily had been warned against going out until there was an improvement at school, but she had still tried to sneak out. Unfortunately for Emily, she'd tripped in the dark in her ridiculous heels and knocked over a lampshade.  Alerted by the noise and thinking it was an intruder, Tabitha and Clark - her step-dad - had caught her before she could effect an escape. Now she was in a world of shit.

"You are grounded for at least three months young lady," snapped Tabitha  as she radiated cold fury.  "You were told quite clearly that until your grades improved there was to be no partying, and here you are sneaking out AGAIN!  That means no allowance, a strict curfew each night and I'm putting the parental controls back on your phone and computer."

A surge of defiance throbbed through Emily as her Mom fumed at her, and she couldn't help herself fighting back a little.  "Jesus Mom, I'm eighteen - you can't treat me like some little kid, I'm practically an adult now!"

"Hah - you won't be treated like an adult until you start acting like one.  But go on - I'll bite.  Tell you what... if you start acting like an adult and helping out a bit more round here, perhaps I'll go easy on you and reduce the amount of time you have to spend grounded."

Emily fumed, but she knew it was pointless arguing further with her Mom.  Besides, she had a plan.  Clark, her step-dad, was soft and would be easy to manipulate and talk round.  She'd work on him and get him to get her Mom to go easy on her.

"Fine - I'll help Clark with his experiments then," she smiled sweetly.

Clark shifted uncomfortably.  "Ummmmmm, I'm not sure that's a good idea," he muttered going slightly red. "It's probably best not to involve family members into my work, it could damage my objectivity."

"Oh please dear," smiled Tabitha, "before she changes her mind.  I've never heard her actually offer to help before.  I know neither of us really understands your experiments, but maybe this is the time to learn."

Clark didn't say anything, but his head was screaming at him that this wasn't a good idea.  He'd had to go a long way towards convincing the military it was safe to trust an outside contractor - let alone to allow him to run his experiments from his home, without jeopardising it all for his family.  He'd pointed out that the work he was doing - ethically dubious as it might be - would be better completed at his home but had promised his family would never find out about it.

Still - he couldn't explain all of this to Emily and Tabitha, so he decided to keep quiet and go along with it.  After all - how hard could it be to find some menial task to keep Emily occupied and safely away from his work?  "Sure, fine," he sighed giving in. "You can help me tomorrow."

"Now get to bed," snapped Tabitha.  "I want you up early helping Clark in his office."

"Yes Mom," nodded Emily contritely as she went up to bed.

****                        ****

The next morning, Clark was surprised to find his normally lazy step-daughter up and raring to go.  She was wearing a lot less makeup than usual and had chosen (for her) a relatively demure orange dress that set off her slim, perky figure.

Clark shrugged.  "It's nice that you're up for helping," he smiled, "but what I do is very, very complex. I'm not sure how much help you'll be."

"Well, lets find out huh?" smiled Emily, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to his lab.  Opening the door with the key he kept around his neck, Clark switched on the lights and they entered.

Emily's eyes went wide as she saw the complicated machinery and chemical solutions packed into the lab around her.  Her mind was clearly buzzing and he could imagine she was probably trying to figure out what all the weird machinery was for.  He wondered whether he should just tell her the truth. In some ways he was dying to.  He had wanted to confide in someone for a long, long time.

"What is this stuff?" she asked in wonderment.  "What exactly is it you do here?"

Clark hesitated, then decided that Emily was unlikely to tell anyone important his secrets.  In some ways, she'd actually be the ideal person to confide in - no one would believe her, even if she told them. He began to explain and as he did so, it all came out in a rush... his excitement and passion growing as he spoke.

"Well - basically I'm working on new form of temporary cloning.  I'm developing a retro-virus that alters and overwrites a persons DNA to transform them into an exact copy of another person.  Only their mind and memories remain unaffected - well, sort of... the body certainly exerts a strong influence on the mind."

"But why?" asked Emily in wide-eyed wonderment.

"It's for military use mainly," he intoned, adopting his lecturing stance. "Imagine a perfect soldier at peak physical condition, with killer instincts, sharp reflexes and powerful body mass.  Imagine if you had a drug that could turn every soldier in your army into that soldier temporarily.  Even wounded or injured soldiers could be turned back into viable units.  The army would kill for the technology."

"Why temporary then?" asked Emily in confusion.  "Surely a wounded soldier would want to be healthy again?"

"Well at the moment the virus is unstable.  The body fights back and reverses the transformation, though there is some evidence that continuous use would eventually create a permanent effect. It's something I'm working on."

"It sounds amazing," cried Emily in delight clapping her hands. "I didn't realise you were such a genius."

"Well don't get over-excited.  It doesn't work at the moment," sighed Clark.  "Every DNA sample I try to synthesise with the virus fails.  It won't take and the virus remains inert.  I've tried all sorts of samples provided by the military, but I can't figure it out.  Maybe it's too old or something."

"Maybe you should try my DNA? I'm only just eighteen," giggled Emily.

"No I don't mean it's... hang on though," stammered Clark as a thought occurred to him.  "Now I come to think about it, every sample I've tried has been male.  Maybe... maybe a female sample will yield better results?  It's certainly worth a try."

Excited to have possibly made a breakthrough, Clark collected one of Emily's long brown hairs and inserted it into a test-tube.  If he could crack the technology using female DNA, he could later work out why it wasn't working for men.  She watched with interest as her step-dad ran a series of procedures... breaking the hair down in a clear liquid and then mixing it with a slightly pink looking mixture.  Examining it through a high powered telescope, he stamped his feet excitedly as he realised it was working.

"This is incredible," he gasped in amazement. "It actually works. I can barely believe it!  It's taken perfectly, if anything a little too well.  The virus loves your DNA!"

"Well who wouldn't?" giggled Emily, pleased to see she had helped Clark make a breakthrough. This would surely reduce her time being grounded for sure.  "So are we going to test it now?"

"Of course not," said an alarmed Clark as Emily reached out for the completed vial that had just popped out of the machinery.  "It needs to be tested rigorously and peer reviewed, so put that back please dear."

Emily was holding the vial up to the light and staring at it in fascination.  "Will this really turn anyone we want into a perfect copy of me?  That's wild.  Just imagine another one of me?  Imagine all the hot naughty stuff I could teach my twin.  Wow, it's kind of turning me on to think about it."  Looking down she saw that the vial would slot into a syringe device, and she clicked it in.

"Emily, please put that back now," stammered a nervous Clark.  "We don't want any accidents."

"Don't we?" giggled Emily as she turned her gaze to Clark.  "If Mommy didn't know who was the real me, and was outnumbered, she'd had a hard time keeping me grounded.  Maybe we should have a little fun?"

"Emily," warned Clark trying to stand up and exert his authority, "You stop this now young-lady. "

"You can't stop me - and soon you won't want to.  You're going to love being me."

Before he could react Emily pulled the syringe with the loaded vial loose and stabbed it down into Clark's arm.  She giggled as she pumped him full of the virus and he yelped in shock and pain.  "NO! You crazy bitch, what have you done?"

Emily watched in delight as her step father tried to stand, but then groaning fell to his knees.  His flesh rippled and his bones cracked as the virus raced around his body.  Her DNA latched onto every cell in his body - re-writing and recoding.  The virus consumed Clark's cells and then reformed them, the design encoded from Emily's genetic template and causing a surge of instant growth and transformation.

"Yes... that's it - become ME!" moaned Emily in delight as she watched her Step-Dad taken over by her superior female genes.  It was so hot to watch as his body cracked and changed, taking on the shapes and outline she was so familiar with.  She watched in amusement as Clark's size and muscle mass collapsed in on itself and he shrunk to her 5'5" height, his skin tanning and his balding head bursting into life as her sexy black hair tumbled down his back.  He was becoming younger, tighter, better and Emily giggled - what a wonderful gift she was giving her step-dad - her own DNA!

Clark's clothes came loose and he tore them off to free his changing body.  He burned with lust and he wanted to feel the cool air on his naked skin.  For a moment Emily saw her Step-Dad's flabby naked body, then it tightened up and tanned as every inch of fat boiled off.  She watched in fascination as her hot little ass replaced Clark's and his dick shrunk away to leave him an exact replica of her tight, needy, pussy.  It was wet already, the transformation obviously pleasurable as female hormones pumped round his body and every erogenous zone switched on to overload his naughty new body with pleasure.

Emily's own pussy was wet as she eagerly watched the transformation. She wondered how many silly boys and naughty girls would love to undergo the same change and become her?  She felt turned on at the thought of making other people like her - corrupting them into new Emily's. 

Fingernails lengthened and internal organs changed.  Two small, but perfect breasts pushed out of his slender chest as he cupped them and groaned.  The nipples were super hard and Emily felt her own titties stiffen as she watched the changes in Clark and played with herself too.  Clark was moaning, but his voice had risen in pitch to sound almost exactly like hers, his Adam's apple retracting.  Hearing her other self moaning and gasp in pleasure was really hot.

The final change was Clark's face, which was rapidly morphing and transforming into hers.  It was so weird to watch her own features develop and override his.  She had seen that face so many times in the mirror and it was hot seeing it develop on another person now as his cheekbones became finer and her hot face pouted back at her in ecstasy.  Suddenly Clark began to shake, his moans and gasps rose in pitch and without realising it, his hands automatically went to his pussy.

"Oooooooh fuckkkkkkk!" screamed Clark as his fingers rubbed his labia furiously and then with a squeal he began to cum.  Emily watched fascinated and with a huge grin on her face as she watched Clark kick and squeal as he orgasmed hard and shook like a little slut.

"Holy fuck that felt so good," gasped Clark as his orgasm receded and he shivered and touched his smooth tanned flesh in wonder. The last few changes seemed to roil across his new body as the virus finished its work and went inactive - leaving him as a perfect physical copy of his sexy step-daughter.

The transformation was complete and Clark stood up uncertainly.  He was embarrassed about losing control, but he felt good - young and full of energy.  He touched his nubile young body in wonderment and grabbing his ass groaned at how good it felt. "Oh my God - my virus actually works, I'm you and it feels great. I'm a genius!"

Clark knew he should be mad at his wicked step-daughter, but he felt so good and he was pleased the virus worked.  "You crazy bitch Emily, you could have killed me!  Oh my God, I feel so strange."

Emily giggled.  "You look amazing, I knew your virus would work perfectly - I had complete faith.  Now you're me, how does it feel?"

"Fucking great," groaned Clark as he touched his body and shivered in pleasure, "all those middle-aged aches and pains are gone and I feel young and vital.  It feels weird not having a dick, but I had no idea a pussy felt this good.  Your body is fantastic."

"Thanks," purred Emily pleased.  "It does feel good to be me doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but your Mom is going to go mad.  Shit how am I going to explain this to her?  No one is meant to know about this research, I can hardly tell her what we've done."

"How long do we have till you change back?"

"Well based on previous calculations, at least 24 hours if not longer.  I have no exact way of knowing how the virus has interacted with my immune system.  Shit, I could be stuck like this for days."

Emily pursed her lips together and thought through what they should do.  "Okay - this is a once in a life-time chance for you to experience life as me.  I'm super excited about sharing this experience with you and we can use this situation to our advantage.  I want you to trust me and let me guide you on what we need to do."

Clark paused and then nodded.  

"Good girl.  Okay, here are the rules then.  First, we'll send my Mom an email explaining that the military have called you in unexpectedly for the entire weekend and you won't be home.  You can't call or get in contact because it's top secret. She knows you do work for them, so she won't question.  Secondly, we can only let her or anyone else see one of us at a time.  We'll have to be super careful that no one sees us together.  Third, you'll have to go by the name Emily and pretend to be me as much as you can. Copy my mannerisms and do what I would do in every situation."

Clark nodded, "I should be pissed off at you for this," he giggled, "but I'm kinda excited instead.  I think being in your body is making me a naughty risk taker."

Clark did feel different.  He knew that being in a different body could have a big impact on the way your brain worked.  Although he had his own memories and thoughts, his brain had just been rewired ro be a copy of Emily's.  That meant he now experienced emotions like she did, had the same drives and impulses.  He knew it was already disrupting his sense of self and making him prone to acting like a slightly wild and out of control teenager.   The thing was - he was enjoying it.

Clark knew he could have chosen to shout and scream at Emily for making him into her. He knew he could spend the rest of the weekend sulking in his lab waiting to turn back to normal and go have it out with his wife.  But why should he?  This was an opportunity to get to know his step-daughter in a way he never would get the chance again.  Also he could test the effects of the virus. This was acrually going to be fun!

"I am totally up for this," giggled Clark as he smiled mischievously at Emily.  She grinned back and the two of them fell into fits of giggles.  "OMG this is so hot," laughed Emily.  "We're going to have so much fun - two Emily's can cause a LOT of trouble. Hehe. Now let's get you dressed in something REALLY slutty."

*************

"Perfect," grinned Emily as she finished putting the final touches to her doppelgangers makeup and stood back to examine her handiwork.  Dressed in Emily's naughty party clothes (which obviously fit perfectly) Clark now looked identical to her.  He even smelt the same once she'd sprayed him in the same bitchy perfume she wore. It would be impossible for anyone to physically tell them apart - only their mannerisms differed.

"Wow, I feel so sexy and hot," purred Clark as he posed and preened in the mirror.  "You have an amazing body Emily."  Clark examined the tight black wet-look skirt he had on. It barely covered his body and Emily had insisted he didn't need to wear any panties with it.  His small breasts were barely contained within a red bralet and Emily had done his makeup and hair so he looked like he was going out for a night on the town.  She had made him practice walking in her stupidly high heels too - luckily some sort of muscle memory had kicked in eventually and he was now gliding around relatively competently. 

"No YOU have an amazing body," laughed Emily as he continued to admire himself and they both giggled again.  Emily grinned happily. She had always wanted a sister to do this type of thing with and having another copy of her to share things with was like having a twin-sister.  "Come sit on the bed and lets talk about what we should do for fun."

Clark sat down, trying to arrange his skirt to look he felt comfortable with it on.  It felt weird wearing girls clothes.  They fit his new body perfectly and looked great, but he wasn't sure how to stop the skirt riding up and showing off his pussy when he sat down.  Or was that the point?

"So," purred Emily, "Mom has no idea there is now two of us.  She's grounded us, but that means one of us can sneak out of the house and she'll never know.  The other one of us can run interference and distract her."

"So you want me to stay here and keep her company," mused Clark.

"No silly. Do you really think I dressed you up like that to stay in? First off Mom knows us both REALLY well.  She'd easily spot you were a copy of me and not the original and work it all out. Plus, you only have limited time as me.  I want to see you make the most of it.  I want to see you go wild"

Emily pushed Clark's mobile phone into his hand. She'd fully charged it for him and changed the case to one of her old ones.  It now looked girly and feminine.

"I'll be on the other end of this constantly.  You can message, voice mail, face-time and contact me.  I want you to keep me updated with what is going on, I want to see you live it up as me for 24 hours."

"But... what do I do?" asked Clark in confusion.

"Let me let you into a secret - that I think both you and my Mom suspect.  I'm a little slut at the moment. Maybe I'll grow out of it, but at the moment I'm fucking loving being eighteen and acting like a spoiled whore.  The last few months I've been fucking so many guys and having so much fun partying.  I'm particularly loving riding as much big black cock as I can cram into my body... and I want you to know how that feels.  I'm gonna contact my boys and ask them to pick you up and take you partying."

"Oh my God - but I can't fuck guys, I'm a man!"

"No you're not. You're me... you're Emily.  You have a pussy now and I know you want to use it.  If my brain is in your head now, you're wired up to fuck guys... and you know it."

Clark moaned, what Emily was saying was turning him on.  

"That's right you little slut, I know that body better than anyone. You can't stop thinking about huge black cocks pumping your tiny little body and making you cum. You need cock so bad now.  Don't try to fight it."

Clark felt his bare pussy get wet beneath the skirt.  He felt like a piece of meat on display dressed like this and the thought of horny guys leering over his body and tearing his flimsy clothes off to get him laid, should have disgusted him. Instead it was making him horny.

"I can tell you want it. Good girl. Now my sugar Daddy's Trey and Shane are on their way over to pick you up.  Don't worry, you can trust them.  They're older guys and they fuck soooooo good.  They are gonna take you back to their apartment and fuck the shit out of you.  It's where I was supposed to be going the other night before I got busted.  They've been sending me dick pics and images from our last session since I got grounded. I told them I'm just gonna sneak out and I need to fuck them.  They are gonna think you're me - so go along with it and act like a slut."

"Oh my God, I don't know if I can do this..." stammered Clark as his evil step-daughter grinned.  

"Of course you can... and I want to hear about all of it.  I'm gonna cum so hard with my magic wand and dildo whilst you get fucked.  The thought of them pounding you in my body is already making me super horny."

Grabbing a bottle of vodka from under her bed, Emily grinned.  "But if you are nervous how about a little drink to loosen you up? Don't worry... I sent the guys a photo of you in that outfit. The boys DEFINITELY won't take long to get here..."

***********

Clark whooped out of the window as Trey and Shane gunned the car and they raced down the street towards their expensive apartment.  He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he felt so wild and free - so damn slutty.  He knew that he was a little drunk and the ecstasy pill his naughty daughter had made him take as well probably didn't help.  His tiny new heart was racing and pumping endorphins round his body as his new brain chemistry over-rode whatever sensible and mature understanding his male self used to have.  He was now a crazy, risk taking slut and at every turn he was being encouraged by his fucked up step-daughter to behave like a total whore.

"Damn Emily, you're crazy tonight," grinned Shane as he watched her hanging out the window and whooping madly. "Girl you're gonna get us arrested."

"Guess that bitch missed getting fucked so much, she's gone cock-drunk," laughed Trey.  "I can't wait to get that tight white pussy into bed."

They didn't have long to wait.  With a screech the car pulled up at the apartment and Shane helped the giggling Clark out of the car.  "Oooh, careful boys," he laughed, as he nearly fell over in his heels. Shane just laughed and then Clark whooped again as the big strong man simply picked him up and carried him inside.

Clark couldn't believe what he was doing. After being put down in the lift he briefly opened his phone and messaged Emily to let her know he was at their apartment... keeping her informed of what he was doing.  He had never felt so wild and free.

"K. Have fun," came the message from her. 

They entered the rich apartment and Clark saw approvingly that it was tasteful and expensive.  These guys were high-class and at least he was going to get fucked by some real men. Emily had revealed it was these studs who had been buying her the expensive shoes, outfits and makeup she craved. They were her sugar Daddies for real.

As the boys got the apartment warmed, Clark examined his new acquaintances. Shane and Trey were both well built.  Both with bald, or close cropped hair they exuded masculinity and though they must have been in their late thirties, their bodies were in amazing shape and so hot.  Clark admired the tattoos and perfectly sculpted muscles on their bodies.  These guys were making him so fucking wet.

They had some more drinks in the apartment and then the boys began to undress.  Before he knew it Clark had a cock in each hand and things started to get serious.  At first he wasn't sure what to do, but then he realised of course he did.  He needed to please these cocks and act like Emily.

"Mmmmmh, you both have such amazing big cocks, I love it," he purred.  He knew guys loved that sort of shit. The men grunted appreciatively as their dicks began to swell and Clark found it a turn on to know he had them under control of his pussy entirely.

Rubbing and stroking the big black cocks around him, the musky smell of masculinity rising up, Clark had never been hornier. He wanted to be a slut for them so badly. 

"Oooh mind if we film the action tonight boys?" purred Clark setting his phone up on a nearby table to record everything.  He wanted Emily to be able to watch everything he did later.

It felt so good to be his slutty step-daughter.  He was pleased he finally knew what she had been getting up to night after night, and though he knew her mother would be appalled at what a wicked young slut she really was, he couldn't help but admire how she was taking what she wanted from life.  Emily knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to waste a single moment moralising about it.  Sure she was a bit of a whore, but one who knew that and was using it to her advantage.

Clark wanted to laugh insanely. What had begun as a serious scientific endeavour had now been massively derailed by Emily's interference. And the worst bit was he didn't care.  All he cared about now, was getting his tight new pussy filled up with cock.

He stipped out of his clothes, the guys helping him and naked he sank down between them.  There was something so hot about being the centre of attention and he knew both guys were desperate to have him.  Purring happily he began to jerk and stroke their cocks, then suck on them.  It was the first time he'd ever had a cock in his mouth, and it tasted musky and felt delicious.  Moaning he began to suck, taking it in turns to pay attention to each massive dick.

"Oh my God, they're huge," he panted as both men got harder and harder... their massive dicks swelling with lust for him.  Clark giggled - his own dick when he was a man was tiny compared to these monsters. "Fuck, I can't wait to have them inside me," he moaned - genuinely horny and almost out of his mind.

The camera on the table winked and Clark felt turned on knowing that Emily would watch all this back.  It inspired him to put on a real show... he would show her just what a fucking slut he could be!  He was so wet now, his tight pussy aching to be fucked... he needed it bad!

Shane eagerly lay down on the bed, desperate to have a go in Clark's heavenly pussy first.  Trey looked a bit annoyed, but he watched patiently as the hot slut slowly positioned her dripping cunt over his friends cock and slowly lowered herself down.

"OH FUCK," gasped Clark as he felt a mans dick slide into him for the first time.  His step-daughters pussy was incredibly tight and gripped the fat dick air-tight.  Groaning he began to bounce up and down, his moans of pleasure only muffled when Trey shoved his dick into his mouth.

"Oh yeah baby, you're so tight... feels so good," grunted Shane as Clark bounced up and down and rubbed his clit, squirming and gasping in pleasure as he experienced the joys of being a horny young slut.

They fucked for about five minutes, before Shane's dick popped out when Clark bounced too high.  Trey took his opportunity immediately, and they swapped on her... Trey bending Clark over the bed and ramming her doggy whilst Shane rammed his dick into Clark's mouth.

Gagging on cock, Clark could taste his own pussy juices on Shane's dick and it just turned him on so much.  "Yes fuck me, I'm such a fucking slut!" he moaned in ecstasy,

Hours passed and still they fucked. Sweat, moans and wet slapping filled the air.  Soon the boys were cumming, their spunk erupting over Clark's face.. on his ass and finally inside his pussy.  Each time, Clark would clean himself up and then they'd start again... multiple loads being blasted over him each time. 

"Yes more I WANT MORE CUM," screamed Clark in a frenzy as he moaned insanely and rode each man again and again. He loved their cocks and he loved how his slutty female body felt as he pleasured them and himself each time.  Being a whore felt soooo amazing.

"Damn bitch, you're such a slut tonight... you're even hornier than normal," grinned Trey as they gave it to the naughty white bitch who couldn't get enough of them.

"Yes... I am and I want you to ruin me... cum in me till it's dripping out of all my holes."

Finally after a night of hardcore fucking, alcohol, drugs and constant sex - the three of them were finally satisfied. Clark lay spread out between his lovers - his puffy pussy fucked to exhaustion and every inch of him defiled and used for their pleasure and his. Swallowing a drop of cum he'd missed and savouring the taste he purred like a cat and lay spread eagle between his lovers.

"You boys think you have enough energy to drive me home?  I gotta sneak back in before morning."

"Sure baby, anything for you."

********

Scrolling through the video on Clark's phone, Emily bit her lip and groaned as she watched her twin getting fucked.  "Oh my God - you were a total whore."

"I know," grinned Clark as he tried on yet another of her outfits and they hung out in her room together like naughty besties. "I fucking loved it.  I love being you."

Emily grinned excitedly at him.  "Just imagine if we could fuck some guys together, mmmmh, that would be hot."

Clark smirked, "And why can't we?"

Emily paused, "Well what about Mom?"

"Fuck that bitch.  Tomorrow night we'll sneak out and go clubbing together. We'll tell everyone we're twin sisters and find some guys to fuck. I had fun last night but I bet you can teach me a trick or too."

"But what if the virus wears off and you turn back?"

"It seems pretty stable. I think my body likes your DNA and is struggling to fight it off. I could be like this for weeks.  I  fact I think I'm going to be staying as you for quite some time yet.  Now come on... you have so much more to teach me about being a slut and I can't wait to learn."

"But what about your research?  Won't Mom get suspicious if you aren't back after a couple of days?"

"Oh this is far too much fun to ever share with the military or to go back from. We should keep this power for ourselves. We can handle Mom together. We will talk her round to having two daughters. She won't know which of us is the original and if we refuse to tell her she'll have to treat us both as her daughters. I just need a bit of time to become like you entirely so she can't tell us apart."

"You mean you want to become me permanently? Oh that is so twisted and I think I like it. Yay... you're gonna be my Sis!"

"Thats right baby. And once we've had a little twin fun if you ever want to try being another woman... just let me know babe. With the virus we can be whoever we want."

The two girls shared an identical grin and laughed. It was like looking into a slutty mirror.

Clark was gone... 

Now there was only Emily... too.

THE END.