The new Callie explores her new body, enjoys a night out with her friends…and plots to copy Dominic’s mind into others to grow her harem in Copy That 2.
After putting a copy of his mind into Callie’s body, Dominic is enjoying her life. He has her beautiful blonde body and can do whatever he pleases. When the new Callie goes out dancing with her old friends, she finds herself getting jealous of them. She wants their hands on her body. Their lips on hers. Wants to share in delight as they explore each other.
But her friends have no interest in that…unless she can put another copy of Dominic’s mind into their bodies.
She plots with the original Dominic to distract Cole so she can use the machine, and then invites one of her friends over to see something amazing. Once Dominic is inside both women, he sets out to double his fun and explore Misha’s life.
And her body.
But why stop there? Callie has plenty more friends, meaning there’s so much more fun to be had.
Dominic stood in Callie’s body and studied all the makeup laid out on the basin by the sink in the bathroom. She consulted the phone in her hand, flicking back and forth through the video to find mention of all the products. It was her first time doing makeup in this body and she was nervous about screwing it up. She’d already tried and wiped away several attempts and was starting to worry how this would all affect her skin. It was a very Callie thought and served to make Dominic wonder how much of their minds had melded since her brother, Cole, had popped a copy of Dominic’s mind into Callie’s body yesterday.
It was just like Cole to try something out and think about the consequences later on the basis that it would probably work. He’d claimed there were no other options but Dominic had some doubts and wondered if Cole was just itching for an excuse to try out his brain zapping invention.
Anyway. The new Callie was here now. And Dominic had had an awful lot of fun being Callie so far. But she was about to meet up with Misha to go clubbing and she hadn’t even managed to get much past the eyeliner.
Less is more, she thought, backing out of one video and searching for an easier one. Something basic. She found one aimed at teenage girls, which was exactly as much experience as she had. Among the questionable diet tips, there was actually some good makeup advice and after a few false starts and rewinds, Callie finally ended up with something that she considered passable.
She eyed herself critically in the mirror. The eyeliner made her sky blue eyes pop. The little dabs of blush and the red lipstick weren’t perfect, but they were as good as they were going to get tonight. She’d spent so much time trying to get her blonde hair to curl down her shoulder in waves that she was going to be late if she had to try much longer. It was good enough. Anyone looking at Callie definitely wouldn’t be put off by her hair. The slinky black dress clung to her figure, amplifying her curves. It was cut low to show off her cleavage, the expansive breasts packed tightly together so that they pressed out to even more gigantic proportions and jiggled when she walked. And her ass…Jesus, look at that thing, she thought, turning and giving herself a little slap. Like a fucking piece of art. Or a piece of fucking art, she tittered to herself.
She returned to her room and collected her phone and her ID. There was no good place to store either of them and she ‘tsked’ as she searched her outfit in vain for pockets. Finally, she tucked it inside her dress beside one breast. With a final look in the mirror and a few tugs here and there, she was ready to go.
Sweeping out of the room, she ran into Cole, who looked her up and down. “Are you going out?”
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m dressed like this to impress you.”
“You don’t need to do that. I’m not impressed by anything my sister does.”
“Oh my god,” she sighed. “Yes. I’m going out with Misha.”
“Oh. Why?”
“Because she asked me to? Because she and Callie made plans before all this happened?”
“You don’t have to,” Cole said.
“I know I don’t have to but…I kinda want to. Misha’s cool.”
“We could stay here and play video games.”
“Hmmm,” Callie pretended to think. “Stay here and play video games like a loser, or go out with a hot girl?”
Ordinarily, Dominic would have loved staying home and playing video games. But as Callie, there was this deep urge to go out and show off this banging bod. God, their minds really had combined to create some sort of Dominic and Callie hybrid.
As if reading her thoughts, Cole raised an eyebrow. “You really sounded like my sister just now. I’d like to get another scan of your brain and make sure aren’t any changes.”
“Yeah, that sounds real fun. Maybe later,” she began walking off. “Text me, we’ll make it a date. Okay, byeee!” She waved without looking back, Callie’s easy sarcasm spilling from her lips.
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