bed with Selena—whom I had remade that day into a short redhead with big tits—trying to catch my breath after another epic blowjob. She’d done the peaking thing again, using mouth, hands, and pussy to take me up the brink and all the way back down six times before finally bringing me off. When she’d let me come, it had been so intense I’d nearly fainted. Her crimson hair was now sprayed all over my legs as she lay there kissing my deflating penis.
“Are you really jealous of Elsa?” I asked.
She laughed.
“Paul, first of all, the only way I could ever be jealous of anything is if you tick the Jealous box in my Personality settings. Second, how could I be jealous of myself? I don’t have a default appearance. Elsa is as much me as what you’ve been leaving me as, or this one now.”
“Okay. It’s just that your Elsa personality is funny sometimes.”
“I love being Elsa because you enjoy it so much. That’s all.”
All of a sudden, she became Elsa. She climbed up over me, purring.
“Don’t listen to her, Paul. She’s insanely jealous.”
I had to laugh, but she stifled it with a kiss. I felt her groping at my cock.
“I’m going to get you hard again, and then you’re going to fuck me.”
I’d just come with Selena, but having that perfect body writhing against me somehow got the juices flowing again.
“Wait. Give me a few minutes, please.”
She kissed me again. “I will give you a few minutes,” she said in that butterscotch voice, “a few minutes of your cock in my mouth.”
It took a little more than a few minutes, but she managed it. Then she pulled me on top of her, guiding me in. I had to fuck her really, really hard to get off, but that was exactly what she wanted.
I was sure that somewhere, the real Elsa Berger must have felt it.
8.
Friday nights, the kids and I had established a tradition of going out to dinner after Megan died. We took turns deciding where to eat, and tonight was Alisa’s turn. She picked this Mexican place on California Street we’d been to a few times.
“Dad, is Selena coming with us?” Cole asked.
“She doesn’t need to eat, bud, you know that.”
“But I want her to come with us.”
“It’s up to Alisa. It’s her night to decide.”
Alisa shrugged. “Sure.”
“Can she come with us as Rachel Kelly?” Kevin asked.
“No,” Alisa said. “She’s too famous. Someone might think it’s really her.”
“Do we need to even change her?” I asked.
“It’s fun,” Cole said. “It’s so cool how she can do it.”
“Let Dad decide,” Alisa said.
Selena came into the kitchen. I explained about dinner. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I can simulate eating with a light appetite. Small amounts of food are not a problem to process.”
“We want you to change into someone,” Keith said, “but Dad has to decide.”
Selena looked at me. “Well?”
“It’s okay. This is fine.”
“What about Elsa Berger?” Cole asked. My jaw dropped.
Alisa scowled at him. “How do you know who Elsa Berger is?”
“Jake’s dad has the Sports Illustrated with her on the cover. I’ve seen Dad reading articles about her on his computer.”
All four of them turned to look at me. Selena seemed to suppress a wicked gleam in her eyes.
My face burned like a thousand suns. Alisa started giggling and put her hand on her mouth.
“I can be Elsa Berger easily,” Selena said.
“That’s maybe not a good idea,” I managed.
“Dad, you’re blushing so hard,” Alisa said. She laughed again. “You said it’s my night to decide. I want you to be Elsa Berger,” she said to Selena. And two seconds later, she was.
I don’t know how I kept my composure knowing all the things I’d done to Elsa that week—what I’d just done a few hours ago—but somehow I did.
“Wow,” Cole said.
Alisa giggled again. “Let’s go to dinner now.”
On the way down to the car, my phone buzzed. As the kids climbed in, I checked it.
I wish you could know
“Are you really jealous of Elsa?” I asked.
She laughed.
“Paul, first of all, the only way I could ever be jealous of anything is if you tick the Jealous box in my Personality settings. Second, how could I be jealous of myself? I don’t have a default appearance. Elsa is as much me as what you’ve been leaving me as, or this one now.”
“Okay. It’s just that your Elsa personality is funny sometimes.”
“I love being Elsa because you enjoy it so much. That’s all.”
All of a sudden, she became Elsa. She climbed up over me, purring.
“Don’t listen to her, Paul. She’s insanely jealous.”
I had to laugh, but she stifled it with a kiss. I felt her groping at my cock.
“I’m going to get you hard again, and then you’re going to fuck me.”
I’d just come with Selena, but having that perfect body writhing against me somehow got the juices flowing again.
“Wait. Give me a few minutes, please.”
She kissed me again. “I will give you a few minutes,” she said in that butterscotch voice, “a few minutes of your cock in my mouth.”
It took a little more than a few minutes, but she managed it. Then she pulled me on top of her, guiding me in. I had to fuck her really, really hard to get off, but that was exactly what she wanted.
I was sure that somewhere, the real Elsa Berger must have felt it.
8.
Friday nights, the kids and I had established a tradition of going out to dinner after Megan died. We took turns deciding where to eat, and tonight was Alisa’s turn. She picked this Mexican place on California Street we’d been to a few times.
“Dad, is Selena coming with us?” Cole asked.
“She doesn’t need to eat, bud, you know that.”
“But I want her to come with us.”
“It’s up to Alisa. It’s her night to decide.”
Alisa shrugged. “Sure.”
“Can she come with us as Rachel Kelly?” Kevin asked.
“No,” Alisa said. “She’s too famous. Someone might think it’s really her.”
“Do we need to even change her?” I asked.
“It’s fun,” Cole said. “It’s so cool how she can do it.”
“Let Dad decide,” Alisa said.
Selena came into the kitchen. I explained about dinner. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I can simulate eating with a light appetite. Small amounts of food are not a problem to process.”
“We want you to change into someone,” Keith said, “but Dad has to decide.”
Selena looked at me. “Well?”
“It’s okay. This is fine.”
“What about Elsa Berger?” Cole asked. My jaw dropped.
Alisa scowled at him. “How do you know who Elsa Berger is?”
“Jake’s dad has the Sports Illustrated with her on the cover. I’ve seen Dad reading articles about her on his computer.”
All four of them turned to look at me. Selena seemed to suppress a wicked gleam in her eyes.
My face burned like a thousand suns. Alisa started giggling and put her hand on her mouth.
“I can be Elsa Berger easily,” Selena said.
“That’s maybe not a good idea,” I managed.
“Dad, you’re blushing so hard,” Alisa said. She laughed again. “You said it’s my night to decide. I want you to be Elsa Berger,” she said to Selena. And two seconds later, she was.
I don’t know how I kept my composure knowing all the things I’d done to Elsa that week—what I’d just done a few hours ago—but somehow I did.
“Wow,” Cole said.
Alisa giggled again. “Let’s go to dinner now.”
On the way down to the car, my phone buzzed. As the kids climbed in, I checked it.
I wish you could know
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