A Story of Shifting

Chapter Three

Jamie made Deb swear to secrecy about his abilities, and about their encounter. The bizarre nature of his ability, and of their interaction, made him worried about the social and psychological implications of his discovery. And Deb was happy to oblige under one condition: that the two could keep hooking up. Jamie saw no problem with this arrangement.

Over the next few weeks, Deb would sneak off to Jamie's room whenever she found the urge to make out with herself once again. She started dressing in the sexiest outfits she could find, just to have the chance to see them duplicated on Jamie when he'd mirror her figure. Her narcissism could finally be indulged, and each day she could hardly wait until her next opportunity to pin down her identical twin, feeling that cloned mouth against her own. To her, it was heaven, and Jamie wasn't complaining much either, as long as he could keep their constant rendezvous a secret. But little did Jamie know, he was about to get way more popular around campus.

It was an average Wednesday night, and since Deb had been preoccupied with fucking herself for the past 6 nights, she finally was in dire need of taking a break and catching up on some schoolwork. So, for the first time in a while, Jamie found himself alone in his room. Around 9pm, he heard a knocking at his door, and out of habit assumed it was Deb, caving in to her urges once again and returning for another night of narcissism and twincest.

But, to Jamie's surprise, it wasn't Deb who he found at the door. Her name was Nikki, and Jamie knew her well. She was practically a campus celebrity; senior, president of her sorority, captain of the cheerleading squad. Rumor had it she was already being recruited by the New England Patriots to start cheering for them next fall after graduation. Tall, busty, and blonde, every guy around campus idolized her from afar. But another rumor also circulated around regarding this bombshell: she was a prude. Apparently, no guy had ever gotten with her, and for a hottie with such a killer body, it was definitely a disappointment.

"Is this Jamie's room?" She asked, in a soft timid voice. She checked behind her quickly, as if to make sure she wasn't being followed. "My name's Nikki —"

"I know who you are," Jamie interrupted. He was so shocked to see the famous Nikki Simmons standing right in front of him, he had no idea how to respond. "And yes, I'm Jamie."

"Then I'm in the right place," she said. "Can I come in?" As she walked passed Jamie into his dorm and took off her jacket, he could see that she must have come straight from cheerleading practice. She was still wearing her uniform, showing off way more leg and way more cleavage than Jamie felt comfortable casually gazing upon. The two stared at each other awkwardly for a few minutes, neither willing to break the tension, when Nikki sighed, "I'm friends with Deb, and —"

Once again Jamie cut her off. "Whatever she told you is a total lie."

"No, I believe it. I've seen the pictures," Nikki said. "And I know Deb doesn't have a twin sister."

Pictures? Jamie was appalled that Deb would dare sneak photographs of their sessions. But, then again, leave it to someone as narcissistic as Deb to try and document her obsession.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jamie said nervously. "She does have a twin, and apparently they're into some pretty kinky stuff."

"I want it," Nikki said, stepping towards Jamie. He couldn't help glancing down at her body, and imagining it as his own. If Nikki was implying what he thought she was, it would be hard to deny her. But no, he couldn't. If his secret was already spreading, he couldn't let another horny girl with weird fantasies indulge herself at his expense.

"Leave, please —" Jamie started to panic. He had to get Nikki out of his room, otherwise he'd be too easily tempted.

"No, stop." Nikki was becoming desperate now. "I'll do anything. I'll pay you, a lot. I just... I just need this. I want myself. People always tell me I'm so hot, but... I just need to see it myself. I need it." With that she reached out and grabbed Jamie's wrist and the pair froze. Within seconds, Jamie's powers took effect, and he knew there was no going back. Whenever he shifted into a girl, he would match their hormones and sex drive, not only their figure; it wouldn't be long before the two could resist any longer. Nikki stared wide-eyed at her new identical clone, and slowly she approached Jamie's transformed body. As she stepped closer, the two sets of identical breasts gently rubbed against each other, and in matching voices the two Nikkis let out quiet moans of pleasure. With the last ounce of sanity he could muster up before letting Nikki divulge herself, Jamie managed to whisper one last thing: "Pay me. Now. Two hundred bucks, cash. Or this..." he rubbed his hands down his huge new breasts and his tight body, "You'll never have this for yourself."

Apparently Nikki had come prepared, reaching into her bra and taking out a stack of $20s. She slowly laid the cash down on Jamie's dresser and then stepped forward, taking her identical twin in a tender embrace, passionately locking lips in a steamy make out session with herself. Their run-in lasted only an hour, much shorter than Deb's all-nighters. The two girls didn't even take off their cheerleading uniforms — apparently for Nikki it was hotter to stay in her sexy outfit — and Jamie was happy to let his client set the pace. The two just lay there, entwined, tongues deeply in each other's identical mouths. Nikki loved groping Jamie's perfect breasts, feeling up her clone's body that for so long had remained impossible to touch. Before long, Nikki seamed to be satisfied, giving her twin a long kiss goodbye and slipping off alone into the night.

Nikki's encounter with her duplicate form was soon to set an interesting precedent. Two hundred bucks, one hour, hook up with yourself. Apparently word spreads fast between narcissistic college girls just aching for the opportunity to have a steamy lesbian encounter with their mirror image. Within the next few weeks, Jamie received a dozen late-night calls from hotties of all persuasions. Deb even helped him subtly spread word of his talents around to her friends. "Selfcest," she called it, "Indulge in the ultimate fantasy." Before long, Jamie had quite a business.

After Nikki was Harriet, a spunky brunette who had reoccurring dreams of banging her double. Jamie was happy to oblige, and the two spend the full hour writhing together under the covers as identical lovers. Next was Suki, a shy Chinese girl that Jamie had come to label as "Asian library hottie," since she barely ever left her studying. Suki ripped into her clone, tearing off clothes and throwing her down on the bed, and the two engaged in some of the fiercest symmetrical scissoring that Jamie ever thought possible. Fourth in line was Rebecca, who not only found her own image irresistible, but paid Jamie extra cash to stay up late into the night and cuddle. And Jamie was happy to cater to all whims, however kinky or innocent, as long as he was hooking up with cute girls who apparently had a weird fetish for desiring themselves.

Months passed, Jamie upped his price, and the cash continued to roll in. One night though, when he got back to his dorm room, he found a woman siting there who could never pass as a student. She must have been in her mid thirties, Jamie guessed. She still looked hot, but from her clothing Jamie knew she was more businessy than his usual kinky clientele. "Are you a Professor or something?" Jamie asked, not sure how to address his present company.

"Something like that," the woman replied. She stood up and stepped slowly in Jamie's direction.

"You paying?" Jamie asked. He hadn't thought of expanding beyond his current market, but maybe the non-collegiate crowd would be interested in his services as well. It was worth a shot.

"Absolutely," the woman stated, "I just want to see what you're capable of first." She closed in on Jamie, leaning in and hovering her lips inches from his face, but then she froze. No contact. The two waited, the woman's mouth bordering his own, her breath brushing his face, but without a touch to trigger his usual reaction. And still she waited.

Then, slowly but surely, Jamie began to shift. It took longer than usual, but even so, within a minute he had matched the exact height and shape of the woman in front of him. He didn't understand how this was possible, how he could change without touching his subject, but it had happened anyway. And before Jamie could fully process these thoughts, the woman fully leaned in, capturing Jamie's now identical lips with her own in a short, yet fully passionate kiss.

"Mmm, I've always wanted to do that," the woman said after breaking away. "But enough fun for now. Jamie, pack your things. I'm Agent Chase from the Federal Paranormal Department. You're going to come with me."