A second layer, you found yourself staring at a phone, with feminine, nailpolished hands. “Whoa.” You say. You look down at yourself to see a pair of breasts on your chest. Somehow, the sight of breasts on your chest felt familiar. Then, you ‘remembered’ that ‘you’ were texting ‘your’ boyfriend, Jackson. “Wait… MY boyfriend?” You said to yourself. Why did you think of him as your boyfriend instead of Linda’s? Then you ‘remembered’ when he asked ‘you’ out, and suddenly it hit you. “Holy shit. I actually have her memories.” You smirked, realizing you now had all of her memories, which meant you now knew all of her secrets. “That bitch. She stole my action figure that I thought I lost.” You then dug into her closet and found that action figure. “All this time, I…she, had it.”
You then looked at the remote, which had traveled with your mind to place itself on your new, feminine lap and was now sitting on Linda’s bed.
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