A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood - Part 14

 

I eventually pulled myself out of the pool.

I sat on a lawn chair, letting the sun dry Maggie’s skin, my skin. 

I touched her stomach, feeling the firm beauty of it, letting my fingers trace the line of water droplets down her—my—body. 

I had thought I’d do anything to get my old life back. But now, with the realization that it might be impossible, that the copy of me was complete and flawless, I didn’t hate the thought of staying here. 

I went back inside. 

Alvin was in a bouncer, happy as could be. Rob was in the kitchen, making what looked like sandwiches. 

“Hey,” he said, looking over his shoulder, “I was about to call you in for lunch.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I took plates from the cabinet, setting them on the counter.

“Uh, don’t you want to get changed, Honey?”

I looked at him, at the easy, casual way he called me Honey. I looked at him, and I looked down at myself, the bikini nearly dry now, clinging to my new skin. 

Was this who I was now? Rob’s Honey?

"Right," I said, "I’ll be back in a sec.”

I went to the bedroom and shut the door, letting out a deep breath.

I watched my reflection, her reflection, as I took off the bikini. Was I going to give up on my old life and fully embrace this one?

"Who am I now?" I whispered, eyeing the clothes I'd worn earlier.

But I couldn't help but feel a tugging curiosity about what more she had hidden in her closet.

I opened the doors and looked inside. I found it, hanging in the back. That sundress I had seen her in a thousand times. I pulled it from the closet, holding it up to my bare breasts.

“God, she’s so hot.”

It was like standing in front of my biggest crush, having her all to myself, making her do whatever I wanted.

My hands shook as I slipped it over my head, letting it fall around my shoulders, my hips, feeling it hug Maggie’s curves. My curves. I zipped up the side, smoothing the fabric, watching it caress my new, perfect body.

I put on a necklace that I had seen in the photos, a simple pendant that rested between my breasts, calling attention to them. I let my hair fall loosely around my shoulders, then looked in the mirror.

I looked like her, more than ever before.

“Hey Alan,” I cooed at my reflection, my lips hovering inches from the glass.

Her voice turned me on.

“You think I’m sexy, Alan?” I continued, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

I kissed her. Well, I kissed my reflection.

“Bet you didn’t think I’d ever do that.” 

I whispered it breathlessly, staring at the image I had become.

My heart raced. I felt giddy. I felt like a creep.

But I wanted to be this creep. I wanted to be this person I had become, wanted to be Maggie, wanted to fuck Maggie, wanted to fuck me.

And now I could.

My hands roamed further now, finding themselves between my legs.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, the desire and the newness overwhelming me, the feel of her flesh, my flesh.

I didn’t even notice how long I’d been in there. Or how loud I’d been. Rob cleared his throat.

"Everything okay in there?" Rob called from the kitchen.

I froze, my fingers stopping their exploration, my breath catching in my throat.

"Yeah!" I shouted, pulling away, "Just... getting dressed!"

I pulled myself together, smoothing the dress, straightening my hair. I looked at my reflection one more time, at the flushed cheeks, the heavy breathing.

“Get used to it, girl,” I whispered.