The next few days were a blur of indulgence. I wore all her sexy clothes, perfecting how they looked on my borrowed body. I spent hours in her shoes, literally, strutting around in heels and delighting in my newfound elegance. I set up Ron’s camera on a tripod and watched myself posing in lingerie through the viewfinder. My God, I was stunning!
But then I wanted more. I wondered what more the magic pendant could do for me.
Could I push this stolen fantasy even further? Could I alter more than just the body I inhabited?
After all, what was the use of playing a married woman without an acting partner? Could it really be possible, I wondered… to manifest one out of thin air?
Why not? I had the pendant, and it had already given me more than I ever imagined possible. What if I could have Ron too? A version of him, right here with me. What if I could make this fantasy even more real?
I needed to try.
With trembling hands, I pulled the pendant from its hiding place. Could it really give me a husband to match this body?
Clutching it tight, I closed my eyes, conjuring up an image to focus on—Ron, smiling at Carol like in those photos.
My heart pounded as I imagined him appearing in the room, materializing out of nowhere and looking at me with that unmistakable devotion. Could the magic truly be so powerful?
When I peeked through my fingers, my heart stopped.
Holy shit! Holy shit it worked!
Had I really thought this through? The fantasy of being Carol was thrilling as long as it was just me slipping into her clothes, her world, her persona. I didn’t think I would have to go this far. But now, with Ron here, materializing before my eyes, I felt a sharp jolt of panic. I wasn't gay, was I? How could I possibly handle this? Could I get used to the idea of having him here, after all? He was a part of the fantasy, an essential piece of Carol's life—a life I so eagerly wanted to live. Yet, the thought of him, a man conjured up to be my husband, disturbed me with its intensity. This wasn’t like trying on her dresses or giggling at how it felt to have curves. This was real, achingly real, and it was more than I had bargained for. How would I ever deal with being a married woman, with Ron, in a man's arms? My mind raced, caught between excitement and terror, as I began to realize the enormity of what I'd wished for. It felt like I was in way over my head.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice rich and warm.
I felt dizzy, wanting to shout and laugh and hide all at once. He was here. He was really here!
At least, a shadow of him was. An interpretation of Ron created by me and the pendant.
“Ron!” I blurted out, my voice an octave higher than expected.
“You okay?” he asked, taking a step closer. His hand brushed my hair back gently.
It was insane how real he was. He was like flesh and blood, but I knew somewhere inside that he wasn’t.
“Yeah. Yeah. Just… surprised,” My breath caught in my throat as I adjusted to the idea of this phantom husband.
He leaned in with a gentle smile. “Miss me?”
The question almost made me laugh at its absurdity.
What was I thinking? What the fuck was I doing? This was a grown man who was as old as my parents, a full generation away from the teenage boy I had been just a few days ago.
I could feel this thing creeping up on me, getting out of hand, far bigger than I ever meant it to be.
I had known Ron and Carol since I was just a little kid. They were college friends of my parents, and I’d been watching them together for as long as I could remember, seeing them at picnics and dinner parties.
I always liked Ron. He was a nice dude. Once, he’d even let me borrow his old Playstation for a whole summer. He didn't treat me like a stupid kid, like everyone else did.
And now he was right here in front of me, looking at me—no, looking at Carol—with complete and total adoration. I couldn’t tell if it was horrifying or awesome. Either way, the power of it hit me like a truck.
Then I thought of the real Ron. What would he say if he knew? What would my parents think? How horrified would they be, if they knew what I was doing?
But would they ever find out? How could they? They were probably all still back in their real world with no idea that anything had changed. I could do whatever I wanted.
I could be whoever I wanted.
“Miss you?” I said, going along with it, slipping back into the role like an actress stepping onto stage, “Of course.”
He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled back. I definitely wasn’t ready for that. To my surprise, “Ron” didn’t react. He just stood and smiled blankly at me.
“So, uh, what do you want to do today?” I asked tentatively, testing the limits of this shadow-Ron’s agency.
“Whatever makes you happy, Carol,” he said, “I’m all yours.”
I drew back slightly, savoring my power over this creation. Was there anything he wouldn’t do if I willed it?
This was good. I could take things at my own pace.
I recounted some of the fantasies I’d been acting out alone these past few days, only imagining that Ron was there at the time.
“Remember last summer, babe?” I tested him, “That was so much fun, wasn't it?”
Shadow-Ron nodded, “Best vacation ever. We got lucky with that weather.”
I grinned. It was perfect.
I continued to experiment with some casual conversation with Ron and watched amusedly as he responded to every prompt. I was the master of this world, and he was my co-star.
How would Ron react to her? What would they talk about? I tried to think of topics she and Ron might discuss, in an attempt to act as normal as possible, grasping at the intricacies of a relationship I only knew from afar.
“So... what do you feel like for dinner tonight?” I asked, curious how complex his response might be.
He paused, as if weighing a very important decision,“Anything but salmon.”
I laughed, delighted at the detail, “Noted.”
“I have something to tell you. I’m actually Tyler, and you’re not real. This is all... sort of an experiment,” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, testing even the illusion’s limits.
Shadow-Ron tilted his head.
“An experiment?” he asked with a chuckle, like I’d just told him a joke.
“Yeah,” I said, laughing too, “I've been pretending to be Carol while she and Ron are away on their honeymoon. And I’m using this amazing magic pendant to create you and control you. It’s pretty crazy. You'll just do whatever I say.”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t question it.
“Wow, babe,” he said, as if nothing in the world could surprise him, “That’s really something.”
His calm acceptance only made me bolder.
I shrugged, feeling cocky and invincible, “Gotta be honest with my man, right?”
“Right,” he agreed, echoing me like a perfect husband would.
This was brilliant! Nothing broke the fantasy.
I had total control.
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