0 comments/ 3633 views/ 1 favorites College Clones Ch. 05: Rediscovery By: reddly23 Chapter 5 – Rediscovery Tricia's dorm room was bright again from morning sun. It was a Saturday of new beginnings for everyone, especially three inhabitants on that floor. Melanie and Shelby haven't slept that night, and were still hashing out their issues, but for now we'll follow our girl Tricia's story. She was slowly waking to the most promising future in her entire life. She opened her eyes to see her own face looking like a sleeping angel. She broke out into a slow grin, finding it was officially not a wonderful dream. "Good morning me." She said between stealing kisses. She ran her hand down to the groin of the duplicate and nonchalantly massaged the dick and balls. It was growing in her grasp and she was already very horny. Tricia was licking the limp shoulder while stroking, when she detected the subtle smell of last night's sweat. She leaned back and had an idea, getting more and more of a thrill when thinking about how to go about it. She jumped over her copy and out of bed, giving a quick stretch. Her soles loving the feeling of cold tiles. She looked down at her feet and remembered her new perspective, finding them sexy now with this fetish lens. "I'm gonna have to paint you little girls today." She said looking at her clean toes. Tricia found the page on the floor and retrieved it. There were two other button functions that she wanted to understand today, and now having the idea what "proxy" was, and that she was the "unit", it was much clearer now. OO MTT –––––––––––- –––––––––––- ⦁ Model - ML-23.2: Potential tactical application in field, still in testing. ⦁ Currently 4 bilateral functions for physical input, and 3 for vocal command ⦁ Physical Input; ⦁ Green - Switch ... function for single unit to alternate between two vantage points in field ⦁ Yellow - Link ... function for unit to feel if proxy is endangered ⦁ Blue - Camo ... stealth function for unit in field or to conceal proxy (Ring visible to unit) ⦁ Red - Auto-Intuitive Mode ... (RISK - still in beta) function for proxy to react and base function while vacant ⦁ Vocal Command; ⦁ "Command" ... function to give unit jurisdiction over opposing unit in CQ (range 1.1 meter) ⦁ "Forget" ... function to have opposing unit forget any and all recent interaction with allied unit, yet retain instruction "Link" ... (RISK - still in beta - application uncertain) function to have opposing unit share nerve signals with allied unit, possible torture deterrent –––––––––––- –––––––––––- Blue and red were left. It seemed like blue would hide either herself or her clone which was interesting enough, but the idea of what the red one may do was exhilarating. Tricia turned to the body on the bed and pulled out the left arm from under the sheets. She located the blue circle and pressed it, it gave a little vibration. Her delighted eyes shot open, watching herself disappear from view in growing random spots of space on the skin. The covers were left strangely suspended in the air over the now invisible form. The only thing left to see was the glass circle in the air before Tricia. "Amazing!" She said, then pressed it again. She watched the body return to sight like flesh paint splotches staining the air. Then she had a flutter of brilliant anticipation before she pressed the red circle on the same ring. After it's little tremor, Tricia's face fell. Nothing really happened. She pressed it again... nothing. Then again... nothing. It did still say it was in beta, maybe it didn't work yet. Oh well, the device is still perfect for all intents and purposes. Tricia put the arm back by the side and rolled the clone towards her to pick her up and gave a little squeaky scream. The blue eyes were open and looking into Tricia's. They were bright, but still seemed vacant. Tricia's heart was pounding while they studied themselves, both naked and looking at each other. The innocent eyes were uncomfortable at first, but they were hers, and meant no harm. Just a mute looking at her master. "Hello?" Tricia asked after a silent first try. "Hello?" the other her responded flatly, trying to mimic it. The almost identical sound of her own face speaking in her own voice at her was so utterly bizarre, it was like going through the mirror and meeting your reflection. Tricia reached down and softly touched the face that still studied her. The clone's hand came up and touched her arm, caressing it the same way. A maternal emotion was being born inside Tricia, looking at down into those eyes of hers. She backed up a step. "Can you stand for me?" She asked her clone. It paused a few moments, then slowly started to move to get up. There was still an erection from the touching, and it bounced as the duplicate raised to full height. They stood there looking at each other like nude twins. Tricia moved forward hesitantly and placed her hands on the chest above the breasts. Her breath caught at the contact and she ran her fingers up to the neck, under the sides of the jaw. Tricia's mouth fell open and trembled a little as she drew closer while, the passive clone just observed her. Then Tricia drove her mouth on to the other one, quickly opening it and tonguing the closed lips. The copy didn't seem to know how to respond and remained aloof. "Fucking kiss me... please." She said drawing back a bit. The other her seemed to understand this, and parted her soft lips a little. "Hold me too." Tricia said and went back in, this time the copy seemed to try to do what she was doing and quickly learning. The clone wrapped her hands around Tricia's back, and she reciprocated. They were tight together now sucking face with aroused intensity. Tricia was moaning into her mouth and running her hands over the identical back. This lasted minutes, sometimes surfacing to look at her beautiful face again and telling her she loved her. "I love you." The clone repeated flatly and met their mouths again. This was turning into what Tricia always wanted; the perfect partner, the perfect love. She was fully in control of every aspect of this relationship, but wouldn't govern her clone with a fist, but with a loving embrace of a mother. She then pulled back with a wet sound and pressed the green button. A quick flash of white, then she was in the futanari proxy. It was fast enough to catch herself before the fall, when she knew it was coming. The auto version of her seemed to be even quicker, and her original body barely reacted. So... it seemed it could swap the self-regulating version of her too. Tricia looked into the eyes she used almost her whole life, then lunged back at her normal body and kissed just as hard, feeling the inside of her own warm mouth, the tongue she was just using meeting and twining with her copied one. She spent the next few minutes swapping and kissing in a euphoric start to a weekend. Eventually she was back in her old self, and had to hold the clone back for a second to fully stop it from trying to lean in for more. "Just wait baby... we gotta get you cleaned up." Tricia had a bit of a plan for this and picked up her discarded clothes from yesterday. "Get dressed, me." The clone slowly started handling the clothes slightly confused, so Tricia smiled and gladly helped dress her duplicate in clothing. The scene was adorable, Tricia patiently showing herself how to don apparel, taking time shoving the big dick into the cotton pants. When she was looking at what could have just been her sitting on the bed looking at her with those curious eyes, a wave of protective love washed through her and she kissed the forehead. Tricia then pressed the blue circle on her ring and held out her arms to watch them disappear. How truly strange it was. She was now just a floating ring which, she read, couldn't be seen by anyone other than the unit and likely the proxy. She was invisibly nude, and took the hand of her clone who was idly watching the glass circle float in front of her. "Come on sweetie... I got a treat for you." "Treat for me?" It asked sweetly, startling Tricia. She was a fast learner. "Yes." She replied and led the proxy to her door. She entered the closet and grabbed a towel, shampoo and liquid soap. Then she turned the door handle and pulled it open. The room which had become a womb for the new Tricias was now open to the hall. She took the hand with her free one and gently pulled, leading her clone out. In the corridor John was smoking up against his door, watching the duplicate walk past with a hand in front of her for some reason. He was checking it out top to bottom. Tricia's new guardian instincts flared in her, but the thrill of him unknowingly seeing a futa clone of her, and not herself at all was just as strong. The proxy just looked into his eyes the whole time until they passed, and he was slightly taken aback at the unabashed curiousness. He remembered her being a sheepish little thing the first day. They got to the bathroom, and it was a good thing John didn't notice the door open without the copy's touch. Inside was a humming of a vent, with toilet stalls on the left, and curtained showers on the right. The anticipation was great, and she could hardly prevent herself from almost skipping to the middle shower. When there she set her towel down, and toiletries on top neatly. Then she grabbed the hips of her proxy and led her cutely into the stall. Gently removing all the clothes again, kneeling when she popped the pants down over the crotch, the penis bouncing in her face. She gave it a playful lick, and much to her delight her clone twitched and gave an almost inaudible sigh. She finished removing everything, folded it, and set it by her other effects. Once all was set and ready, she pushed her duplicate against the shower wall and turned on the hot water. There was a rushing sound, then a bursting hiss as warm water shot from the showerhead. Tricia pressed her blue circle again, knowing they were probably safe from prying eyes. This wasn't something she would have ever dreamed about doing before today; mild exhibitionism. Doing this is a public place was so sexy though, a science fiction scene of her and her mirrored self doing naughty things while others were around them completely oblivious. Both of their hair was soon wet, skin beading with drops of fresh water. Tricia grabbed the thighs in front of her and gripped while sliding them over the slick flesh. She was hers, all hers. She extended a finger and pressed the yellow circle again. The water felt about the same, but she now felt ceramic on her back, and hard plastic under her feet. "Lift your little feet for me baby." She whispered while kneeling, looking up into those curious blue eyes. The proxy obliged and raised a foot in the air, water ricocheting off of it. Tricia felt the plastic leave her sole, and she leaned her face under the toes and planted a kiss while looking herself in the eyes. She leaned back and reached out of the curtain for the shampoo and soap. Tricia set the shampoo down, and used the liquid soap dispenser to squeeze a glob out on her hand. That soft foot still in the air waiting for more. The duplicate watched her master spread more soap onto the left hand, then seize her cock. They both gave an identical little moan which was music to Tricia's ears. She started pumping her hand with that beloved twisting motion. The sensation of a little fist's grip sliding up and down her dick was marvellous. She grabbed the heel of the suspended foot with her right hand and looked at her clone watching her. "I'll show you something new you did to me yesterday..." Tricia brought some toes into her wanting mouth and felt that warm feeling close over them. She used her tongue to run in circles over and between each toe, then licked the sole upwards from heel. Not surprisingly the dick was rock hard now, the bubbly hand stroking faster. During all this they only broke eye contact briefly to take in the other's body or actions. Knowing just how to stroke her cock without bringing it to the edge, she kept sucking feet and pumping for a few minutes. Tricia set the foot back down, feeling the bumpy plastic under it again, then used both hands to remove all soap from her hands and penis. It ran down the drain in a gurgling sound as she began to wrap her hands around her clone's waist, the cock up against her face. "Are you ready, me? I know I am." She whispered over the sound of water. She had to bring back a hand momentarily to guide the cock to her open mouth, then drove her head down until it was reaching her throat. Her moans were repeatedly cut off between shoving her face into the crotch, but the proxy didn't have her mouth full and openly cried out just how Tricia would have otherwise. Tricia wanted to surface and tell her love to be quiet but she couldn't stop now. She felt the tight warm sleeve of her throat over her dick and knew she couldn't hold back. Without her command, the clone softly grabbed the bouncing head and softly thrust into her loving master. This did it, that final accepting romantic, erotic embrace sent her over the edge. They both forced the face down until chin met balls and the cock pulsed with each thick load direct delivered into Tricia's gullet. She worked each huge glob down, the flexing throat extracting more and more. The feeling of everything had both of their eyes rolled up, and the proxy's tongue hang out in ecstasy, water running down it. "Jesus, shut up in there." Someone said in the bathroom. "Get off in your own room." All of this fell on deaf ears as Tricia slowly pulled off, strings of spit stretching from lips to dick. At the tip her mouth went concave as she sucked every drop out, teasing the sensitive tip with flicks of her tongue. They both shook from the sensitivity and then the clone's legs gave out, landing with a thump on her ass in front of Tricia. They both sat there gasping, Tricia kneeling trying to work everything down her throat with some cum bubbles appearing around her lips, and her duplicate staring at her with those blue eyes and something new behind them now. It wasn't defiant, or possessive, it was the eyes of a slave wanting more of everything her master would give. After a long moment of knowing each other through and through, Tricia saved some cum in her mouth and softly shared it between herselves. They made out over their seed until it was consumed. Another press of the yellow circle ceased the link. The next little while was spent teaching her proxy how to shampoo hair, each one cleaning the other, running hands through hair. - - - When they both returned to their room under the aid of invisibility - Tricia didn't want to be seen leaving the bathroom after being heard by someone - she pressed both their blue circles revealing their appearance again, then just lay on her bed and smiled at the ceiling thinking about how to spend her day next. She rolled over on her side and propped her head up on hand, looking over the innocent clone standing in the middle of the room, looking out the window at the horizon. Anything she wanted was now hers and she still couldn't quite get over it. This time yesterday she was a nervous girl scared of the slightest touch, doomed to live out the rest of her life a virgin recluse. Now though she had real flesh and blood to do her bidding. She could be the other and fuck her current body hard or slow until sunset, or just lay together both sets of feet in each other's face and take their time worshipping them. "Take off your clothes sweetie." She said with a grin. The other immediately complied, clothes piling on the floor. "Good girl, now get me my coloured sketch book and pastels. The copy seemed confused, not knowing what those were yet. Tricia giggled at the cute ignorance and got up. She gave herself a quick peck on the lips and went to her satchel by the desk. She pulled out a book of blank coloured paper, and pastels. She turned and looked at her love and pointed to the bed. The duplicate understood and sat down on it, watching her master with obedient interest, her flaccid dick lay on her thighs patiently. Tricia pressed the green button and the expected rush and flash rocked her. She returned sitting on the bed, looking at her actual body now possessed by the pseudo-Tricia. She slid her legs up onto the bed, placing her head on the pillow. She waved her fingers in a 'come here' motion, and the proxy approached holding out the art supplies. "Now get comfy and use your cute little feet for me." The other climbed onto the bed facing Tricia, then grabbed her foot and brought it to her mouth sucking it like Tricia did earlier. The proxy was staring into her eyes as Tricia laughed at the innocent mistake. It was just as sexy as it was adorable, and it was causing the dick to rise. "No cutie I mean on me... on this." She ran her fingers over her cock. The pseudo popped the toes out of her mouth and actually smiled too. The body that was Tricia's for almost all of her life looked a little excited as it extended both feet to the semi-hard penis. "First get the bottle from the drawer behind you." The other paused and looked behind her, reaching back to pull open the drawer. The only thing in it was Tricia's skin lotion, which it knew must be the right thing. "Put some on us, it'll feel good for both of us." Tricia had an index finger at her smile while she watched herself figure out the push top and the little jump when it blobbed out, falling on the leg. It scooped it up and slowly rubbed it over her soles and between toes. Tricia quickly pressed the yellow circle to not miss out on this, seeing the clear pleasure in her proxy's eyes. "Mmm..." She sighed. When both feet were slick with lotion she brought it to the dick and awkwardly rubbed them over it. Her face was determined as she quickly learned the technique, and began pumping them vertically. The sensation was fabulous, her soles stimulated, and cock stroked by her shiny sexy feet. The clone put both arms for support behind her on the desk and had a look of pure concentration while she performed. "Very good..." Tricia breathed, loving the wet sound and the sight of herself foot fucking her dick. She imagined this must have a name, and decided to look it up later. She bet Jack would be familiar with this, probably even fantasized about her doing it to him. Then she had another twisted idea for sometime later. For now though all this was being pushed to the back of her mind as her and her clone were breathing harder as they knew the climax was soon. It appeared the proxy didn't register exhaustion because it still went full force, never needing to slow or stop or change position. Tricia held in her growing whimpers, but the duplicate didn't bother and openly whined in pleasure as she watched her feet pump the shaft, feeling everything. Tricia was at the brink when suddenly her original body shot forward, mouth wide open and tongue out and plunged the cock into her mouth. It moaned and Tricia gave a quick yell of euphoria. When she looked down on the sight of herself with both feet against the face and the innocent, bright, begging eyes looking up into hers she blew. The orgasm rocked them both and they both shuddered. As rope after rope flew into the old Tricia's throat it started sucking up and down again. "No baby, leave a little bit." Tricia panted while beaming. The clone pulled off and look in genuine wonder at another few wads shooting straight into the air and back down on skin. When it was done shooting, Tricia grabbed her art stuff and started doing a sketch. Between looking at the intended drawing she stole glances at her proxy, who just watched her curiously, a little drip of cum running down her chin. Tricia finished the sketch, certainly not her best work, but she was in a rush to do the next one. She ran her hands over the cum that landed on her, and leaned forward to suck her old foot clean. College Clones Ch. 05: Rediscovery "Kneel over here sweetie." She pointed in front of the desk and it eagerly complied. "I just can't get enough of my mouth today!" She giggled and playfully cock slapped the face looking up at it's master. Tricia then grabbed her phone out of her bag and got to snapping more pictures to draw that day... - - - Hours later around noon Tricia was exhausted and needed a break. She had fucked and sucked every inch of herself as she wanted, and was now sitting down at her desk. The proxy she had lay out on her bed, pressing the red circle to let it sleep for a while. After, she had sat on the other bed and drew another quick and tired sketch. Currently she was still wondering about this new foot fascination, wondering how many out there have interest in stuff like this. Just one quick search was all it took to find an endless ocean of porn with it as the focus. A 'fetish' it was apparently called, and clicking 'images' filled her screen with real life and drawn porno of it. The photography didn't interest her as much as the art of it. She spent half an hour browsing fetish artwork, finding most of it called hentai. Tricia typed in hentai feet and found a myriad of different styles. After another few minutes she ended up on a website named Hentai Foundry, where artists congregated and posted their work for others to enjoy. She browsed for fetish works, and finding plenty of wonderful stuff. Then she had a sudden idea and typed in clone. She was greeted with something she was sure wouldn't be found. Erotic art with identical clones. She learned a new appropriate term for this; 'selfcest'. After browsing she discovered BluevsRed to exclusively make this work and she skimmed through and decided to make an account on the site so she could favourite some pieces. Maybe even post some works herself... She created "justthe2ofus" with a chuckle after some pondering, and got to favouriting. She was going to scan her sketches later and post them, no one she knew would find them on here and connect them to her, especially if she never fully drew the face in detail. A new thrill had her back in full energy, and she looked forward to posting her sexual acts for others to masturbate to. Eventually she found 'futanari' which she found was one of the many names for what she was currently occupying. She gave her breasts a squeeze while looking at her flaccid dick resting on the chair. Tricia felt pride at how much people seemed to love futas and bet they would love to see her now. She logged out and rose from the chair, stretching by the window. It was a gorgeous sunny day, some students were walking together to the gym/pool building. There's no good reason not to enjoy the sunshine, so Tricia pressed her blue circle and disappeared. She went over to her resting original body and tucked it in, fully covering it. Before going out into the world, she scanned the paper one last time to review the unused vocal commands. After memorizing them, she stepped out invisible and nude into the corridor. The carpet felt nice on her soles as she went to the elevator. Downstairs the elevator doors opened by themselves for some reason, and the black haired ponytail girl at the receiving desk waited for someone to exit, but the doors just closed. The girl shook her head, and wrote down to call maintenance. A lot of weird stuff has been happening in this lobby lately. With her head down writing she didn't see the entrance door silently open and shut. The sun and chilly wind made Tricia's skin feel alive. She had never dreamed of going streaking before, and she walked out onto the grass courtyard and started skipping and spinning. Everything was right in her life now, thanks to these bracelets and her proxy. Proxy... maybe she should call her other self Roxy? A tapping sound came from her left and a jogger with brown hair and white hat was slowing to a stop. She was quite pretty, and she sat down on the curb to catch her breath. Tricia got an idea looking at her and crept over. The woman had headphones on, so being sneaky wasn't necessary. Tricia stopped standing in front of this oblivious lady who took a sip from her water bottle and panted. Tricia looked down at the sweaty chest and started jerking her growing dick. She didn't know how much time she had until the jogger - just sitting looking through Tricia at the building - was refreshed and made to leave. Tricia tried to make it quick, so she remembered watching herself give the 'footjob', a term she learned on the net. She got close and quickly pumped the tip and held back for the right moment. The woman went to drink the last of her water and held it vertical over her gaping mouth, then Tricia came, shooting the first wad right in. The lady recoiled confused and Tricia bit her lip to not make a sound as she spewed a few more strips of semen onto the face and chest, one closing her eye. "Ugh! Wha-" She shouted at nothing, then a ghost voice spoke from in front of her. "Forget." The girl voice said. Suddenly whatever the she was mad about just sank away. The jogger looked at her empty water bottle, and stood putting it into her fanny pack. Then she was off jogging again, not yet feeling the cool wind hitting the spunk on her skin. This struck Tricia as hilarious and she definitely knew what she wanted to do now, and she knew where she might find him. It took about twenty minutes for someone to open the door to her class' building. Tricia didn't have her swipe card, seeing as how she was in her birthday suit. Melanie left with another thin girl who was in an oversized sweater, face hidden by the hood. The second one was clinging on to Melanie who still seemed grumpy. Tricia made her way up the stairwell, and before she entered the animation room she looked in the open door to Janice's office. She sat in the reading her novel, apparently almost finished it, and sipped her coffee. Tricia actually did have to sneak this time until she was at the desk covered in neatly stacked papers. They seemed to be marked and commented on in a professional cursive. Janice sat there, with her tight auburn bun and her white turtleneck again. She seemed like such a hard prude, and Tricia couldn't resist. "Command." She spoke while closing the door and locking it. Janice set her mug and book hands down and stared ahead. Tricia pressed the blue circle, now having faith in the 'forget' function. She crawled onto the desk in doggy position, visible and facing away, her ass and balls right in the instructors face. "Don't just stare at it, eat it." Tricia demanded. Janice leaned in and slowly started licking the tight asshole. It felt empowering having this old stern woman eating her out, and didn't stop there. "Feel." She said. Then Janice started really getting into it, her hands moving up to hold the cheeks. "No, not there. Spit in your hands and stroke me." The teacher's chin was already shiny from saliva, and she spat heavily into her hands and grasped the hanging cock. She clearly felt the touch along with Tricia and drove her face back to eat the ass while working the cock. Her efforts increased with her grunting as the naked girl took the coffee mug and held it under her penis. "Hope you like cream in your coffee Miss." She giggled. Janice was working furiously now, her tight fists flying up and down and positively drooling all over Tricia's sphincter. They both shook as the thick cum poured into the cup, some hot coffee splashing onto the desk staining pages. After it was filled back up, and Tricia empty again, Janice fell back in her chair gasping for air and face soaked from spit. Tricia climbed off the desk, told her to forget and left her instructor there, room a mess, her hair tangled pulling out of the bun, wondering how long it would take until she started drinking her topped off mug. Blue circle pressed again and concealed, Tricia left and entered the animation room. Sure enough, the only one in there was Jack working away on whatever project sitting at his station. He was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to elbows and sunglasses. She quietly stepped over and started doing a little teasing nude show in front of him. She knew he would probably rip his pants if he could see this. He was looking though his shades at his pages, drawing at a steady pace. She lifted her foot and flexed and stretched the toes. "Command." Tricia said with a sinister smile. Jack stopped and relaxed, staring forward. She walked around him, running her hand over his chair back, then took the seat next to him. They were hidden behind the work stations, and she pressed blue to reveal herself. She brought her feet up and put them in front of him on his desk, one crossed over the other. "You wanted these so bad on Monday didn't you?" He nodded. "Lick them." He obliged, running his tongue up to the toes, then took some in. It wasn't as sexy as seeing herself do it, but having this control over him was worth it all the same. After watching him enjoy himself, and the increased sensations giving her yet another erection, she went to act out her devious plan. "Now suck this." She ordered, holding two fingers on each side of her cock base. "Nn nn." He replied, shaking his head with a toe still in mouth. Wait, what? That was a direct order she gave. "I said do it." She repeated, pulling her wet foot from his mouth and spreading her legs. "No man, you don't get it. There's a hierarchy to the bracelets, I got the admin ML, see?" He showed the glass ring on his left wrist with a red strip inside instead of black. Tricia was stunned speechless. Was Jack... wait was he behind all this? "You?" She asked. "You gave me the box and the clone of me?" "Sure did. As I wrote on the instructions my division in MTT owed me a favour, and since I invented the damn thing I took a few. The cloning thing is separate altogether." The casual way he spoke about this didn't really give Tricia time to register this information. "Basically we have this thing that breaks down matter into atoms, and rebuilds it when given a blueprint. The hair I plucked from you and Melanie's hat on Wednesday was sufficient." "Wait... Melanie? She has one too?" "You bet. Although that little tale played out quite different than yours. You took right to it, and even figured out the tweak in the first night." He grinned at her, his eyes hidden behind those dark glasses. "... How do you know that..." "I was in that chair facing the room. The admin ring is invisible to lower models. I almost lost it when you ran your finger through my spooge on the floor and sucked it off." Tricia was reeling now, she stood up and slapped him, feeling violated, hurt, and scared. He didn't seem shook. "You seemed to be quite cheerful today, did it not make you happy?" She knew it did, but she would never admit that to Jack. She became conscious of her body and hit the blue circle while red in the face. She disappeared in spreading spots before him, and he barked out a laugh. "Look man, I already told Melanie and her ball and chain to meet me in the parking lot tomorrow behind dorm around eleven in the morning. I'll take you to where I work my magic and you'll have all the answers you want." There was no response, but he knew she was there. He took a bite out of a cold cut sandwich on his desk. "Juff mull it over, I gotta finiff thif project up." Jack said with a mouthful, and went back to drawing. Tricia stared at this guy with emotions fighting each other. She punched his back twice and stormed out. Later that night she lay with her clone, hugging it and crying. The proxy just looked back at her, and ran it's hand through her hair. Even after learning the origin of her new love, it didn't shake her compassion. This other her would feel what she was feeling if it knew, it would understand, it's the only kind touch she wanted or needed. After wetly kissing her original face through tears, she calmed down in the dark and thought. To be painfully honest, this was the best set of gifts she had ever received, and so far nothing was asked in return. Jack was even going to show her his lab or whatever and answer her questions. While wondering what happened to Melanie, Tricia fell asleep. - Continued in Chapter 6 -