It was all supposed to be a prank. I’d pose as the ideal woman for my alpha roommate and get him to fall for her. I didn’t expect it to get this serious this fast.
Every single night we’re texting. Constantly pushing the boundaries of what we can do. I’ve seen so much of him, and I’ve shown him so much of the woman he thinks I am.
And when he asked me out via text I said yes because what else was I supposed to do. The girl I was pretending to be had fallen for him, and maybe I had as well.
I didn’t expect it to go this far.
I’d do anything to make it up to him. I’d become her if I could. But you can’t just change the body you’re in. There is no way for me to be what he wants me to be. Right?
Can I become that girl for him? Can I satisfy his needs?
Can I give him everything he wants?
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“What’s going on?” I cried out, my words coming to me at last.
He comforted me, caressing his hand gently down the side of my face and saying to me, “Don’t worry Candi, everything is going to be just fine soon.”
Ryan disappeared from view and I stared at the ceiling, feeling the heat boil over and bubble beneath my skin. Feeling my body constrict and tense and release all at once as something changed and shifted inside of me.
Then it was gone. I felt the coolness of the air around me as my breath returned to me. I wasn’t struggling or gasping for air anymore. I felt myself again.
But I felt different, lighter and bouncier somehow. I felt like a whole new me. I felt changed.
Sitting up in bed I saw Ryan step out of his closet. He had something draped over his arm. Something frilly and pink.
He looked over at me and a broad smile spread across his face. It was warm and inviting, the sort of smile I’d pictured him giving Candi when she walked into the restaurant on her date.
“There you are,” he said his voice deep and boisterous and happy, “I brought your new outfit.”
“My new outfit?” I asked, pressing a hand to my throat at the sound that came out of my mouth. It wasn’t my voice. It was far too high to be my voice.
Ryan stepped across the room and held his hand out to me. I reached for him, noting the delicate and slender fingers at the end of my arm. They were fingers that didn’t belong to me, too petite and feminine to be mine.
He helped me to my feet and brought me over across the room to his closet. He set me in front of the door and opened it, revealing the full-length mirror on the other side of it.
And the woman in the reflection was intimately familiar to me.
I was staring at the reflection of Candi, the girl that I had designed.