Chapter #15You, Me & Yumi Part 2 by: imaj   “The person he’s going to be replacing is you Yumi,” she finishes.
“What? Is this a joke? I mean, first off he’s a guy and you’ve never wanted guys on the team at all Chelsea. And I know he’s a nice guy and all but he’s just not athletic enough for the team anyway.” stutters Yumi. She turns to you and continues. “Look I don’t know what she’s promised you, but you shouldn’t let her muck you about like this.”
“It’s true Yumi,” you say ruefully.
“And he isn’t just replacing you on the team,” cackles Chelsea, really getting into the swing of things. She’s picked up a blank mask and is swinging it about in her hands. “He’s replacing you at school. He’s replacing you at home. He’s replacing you everywhere.”
“I don’t understand,” splutters Yumi. “He can’t, people are going to notice the difference.”
“They won’t,” says Chelsea leaning in close for the kill. She whispers into Yumi’s ear, loud enough for it to carry across the room. “Because he’ll look like you. He’ll sound like you. He’ll know every little secret you do.”
Satisfied that she’s wrung every last drop of enjoyment out of taunting Yumi, Chelsea finally presses the blank mask against her face. Yumi collapses in a heap on he floor. Chelsea springs away from her, preferring to watch rather than lower Yumi to the floor gently.
“Well don’t just stand there, get her up on my bed and start taking her clothes off,” snaps Chelsea. She doesn’t help you, of course, just stands around enjoying the scene. Yumi isn’t exactly heavy but you labour to haul her onto Chelsea’s bed.
Taking her clothes off, though, is a lot more fun. She’s casually dressed, hair tied up in a loose pony tail wearing a sweater and jeans. You place her hair scrunchees carefully to one to one side so as not to lose them, then you turn your attention to her sweater. Tugging it off, you reveal her apple sized breasts, sitting in a plain bra.
“Will, you can stare at her boobies all you want from the inside later,” says Chelsea. “Hurry up.”
So you slip her sneakers and jeans off, laying them in a rough pile on top of her sweater. You are about to start on her underwear when the mask emerges from Yumi’s face. Chelsea snatches it away and hands you the mask of yourself you both prepared earlier.
“Put it on her before she wakes up,” snaps Chelsea. “Then come seal up the new mask.”
You drop the mask on Yumi’s recumbent form and turn away. You’ve no desire to see yourself naked, even less to see yourself naked except for a set of panties and a bra. Instead you focus on the mask you’ve just added Yumi’s image to. A mind band is already soldered inside, so it copied both Yumi’s form and persona. All you need to do is seal the mask and it’s ready to use. If you could just remember where Chelsea left the…
Your attention is drawn away by a sudden flash behind you. Chelsea has her phone out and is taking snaps of your near naked duplicate.
“What the fuck,” you say. It seems like the only appropriate response.
“She made me do it,” says the golem unhappily. “She’s the boss.”
“Jeesh Will, don’t be such a spoilsport,” Chelsea whines. “I just wanted a couple of souvenir shots, just to remind me of today.”
“Well put it away,” you growl, suddenly finding your anger. The last thing you need is for Chelsea is to have blackmail shots of you.
“Fine,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll just wait downstairs. You can come down when you are ready, Yumi.”
*****
Everything goes dark as you place the mask on your face. You experience a moments pain, like you are suddenly and sharply being squashed. Then everything goes dark.
The world drifts back into focus. Thoughts slip across your mind: That bitch. How dare she? She’ll get what’s coming to her one day. You reach out for the thoughts in your mind and make them your own. As you do so, you can feel Yumi’s personality, waiting for you. It’s all there, everything she knows. You can use it, act like her, fool everyone.
Or not. You shunt her persona to one side and sit up. Your golem duplicate is standing in front of you with a big grin on its face.
“Pervert,” you mutter, channelling just a little of Yumi. You sound just like her. “Hand me my clothes.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” it says somewhat defiantly.
“I suppose Chelsea is,” you groan. It nods. “Well hand me my clothes anyway unless you want her to tell you what to do. And you know she’s far more imaginatively ruthless than I am. Don’t tell her I said that.”
Damn, you’re going to have to be careful around the golem. For all you know Chelsea has ordered it to report back to her. Nevertheless, it complies with your instruction and even looks the other way as you slip on your new clothes.
Walking down the stairs to meet Chelsea is an odd experience, at least until you tap into being Yumi. She’s just so much smaller than the real you, and your new centre of gravity is totally off. It’s only when you realise if you hold your shoulders like this and move your hips like that that you go from clumsily half falling to moving gracefully.
“Well, well, well,” says Chelsea smirking as she waits for you at the bottom of the stairs. “It looks like you are settling in nicely there.”
“Ugh,” you squeak. “This isn’t what I was expecting. I need to concentrate on being her just to move around without falling down and everything is so much…”
“Bigger,” sniggers Chelsea. “I’m sure you’ll start enjoying it soon.”
“At least I’ve got these to keep me happy,” you admit cupping your new breasts.
“Will,” says Chelsea chastising you. “Real girls don’t do that.”
“Ok, ok,” you say waving your hands about. “What next then?”
“Back to school tomorrow, and do make an effort this time Yumi. A little bird told me Steve Patterson is interested in you,” says Chelsea, gesturing at your clothes. “He’s not going to be impressed if you look like a slob.”
“Right, look pretty for Steve,” you say quickly. “Yumi’s got, I mean: I’ve got some nice clothes I’ve been looking for an excuse to wear.”
“Good,” smiles Chelsea.
“Wait a sec,” you frown. “I’m not going to have to… to… You know…”
“Oh this is priceless,” laughs Chelsea. “You don’t have to let him fuck you if you really don’t want him too. Just pretend that you have. You should give it a try though. You might find you like it.”
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