Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are either the age of eighteen or older, and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter 4:
"Just Another Insane Dream"
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[When a single copy of ourselves from a parallel timeline arrives home from work, our universes will merge in a similar way that brought Jessica and Jesibelle into Jessie's alternate reality, with the door to our apartment acting as a temporary portal of sorts.]
[As soon as Jesibelle snaps her fingers, the new clone's figure will reshape itself to mirror Jessie's, all clothing on her body will vanish into thin air, and any physical alterations that have been made by Master PC unto Jessie will be copied and transferred over to the new clone as well.]
[She will do anything and everything she's told to do.]
Jess sighed as she stepped out of her old banged-up car and into the parking lot of her apartment complex. It had been another long boring day at work, and she wished that someone would just swoop her up and carry her the rest of the way to her room before ravaging her tired body until she passed out. Sadly, her heavy feet were the only things kind enough to oblige, not that they had much of a say in the matter, nor were they capable of giving her a good fuck.
Jess supposed she could crawl the rest of the way as an alternative, but then she'd just look silly, or straight-up crazy, she thought.
Not that that would be anything she wasn't used to in regards to her hometown, and most people in the town she currently lived would think the same if they knew about the needy member between her thin legs.
If they weren't aware of her new identity and pronouns, most people never really realized she was trans because of her naturally, albeit unimpressive, feminine figure and fairly pretty face, but there were some individuals sprinkled into her life who were aware of her secret, which included her family and a few friends back home, along with people that she'd gone to college with that'd bothered to listen to her ex-boyfriend's gossip.
Jess frowned slightly as she opened the door and walked into her indoor apartment complex, thinking back to when she first moved to her current town and started college, back when she started dating Alex, the person who spilled her secret to anyone who would listen to his loud fucking mouth.
In the end, he immediately broke up with her when she found out and gave him an ultimatum one night: To either man up and start bragging about her to his friends instead of making fun of her behind her back, or to just leave her alone and get out of her life.
According to him, and while blatantly laughing at the heartbroken Jess, Alex said that their brief relationship had all been one big joke from the start, despite the two having spent several nights together and getting intimate more than a few times. Of course, he was always the top, but there were a couple of times where he was drunk off his admittedly cute ass and offered to suck her dick, and Jess proceeded to let him give her the worst blowjobs of her life. She threatened to tell everyone about that and other embarrassing things they'd done together, but he just wound up laughing harder, telling her that nobody would believe it, especially since they'd kept their relationship under wraps for the most part and openly called each other good friends in front of any spectators.
Instead of actually following through with her threat, an emotionally devastated Jess decided to give up on any kind of real social life after that and just hide out in her apartment for a couple of weeks, aaand she may have missed more classes than was acceptable from the college's perspective following the incident. She ended up getting kicked out, but in her eyes, she saw it as her voluntarily giving up on a higher education that she never had any real desire to pursue to begin with. Jess' parents were understanding enough when she told them what happened over the phone, and her father was so angry about it all that he even threatened to drive across state lines to put Alex in the hospital for what he did to his daughter's already damaged self-esteem.
In the end, the mousy transsexual reluctantly convinced her dad not to do it, and Alex continued to live his life without needing a wheelchair to get around. The imagined scenario itself raised her spirits enough for her to eventually go out and get a mediocre job at a telemarketing company, thankful for her supportive parents and the steady trickle of income they sent her to get by until she could support herself financially. They'd urged her to move back home, but Jess liked the overall vibe of the new town she now found herself in, even after rumors about her had begun to circulate there, and it didn't compare to the kind of cold-shouldered treatment and disapproving looks that nearly the whole of her backwoods hometown would casually give her on a daily basis just because of who she was.
Jess wondered why these depressing memories began to surface all of the sudden, but she ultimately just shrugged it off and sighed as she unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside.
"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" An eager, naked, blonde-headed, and very busty beauty cheered as she clumsily waved around a half-empty bottle of whiskey in the air, sitting in the center of Jess' couch right beside a naked, massive-bottomed, raven-haired, and equally gorgeous goth girl that was in the middle of taking a lengthy rip on her three-foot Rasta-colored glass bong. "You fuckin' got this, babe!"
The ghostly pale girl with the length of its thick glass tube pressed between her perky bare breasts kept going until the embers in the bowl down at the bong's base were either burnt out or sucked through, being sure to inhale every ounce of smoke produced by the sticky, smelly, and ultra-potent grass that'd been packed inside. After that, the gothic hottie flawlessly set the bong down on the coffee table in front of them, pointed her head straight up in the air, and then casually exhaled more smoke than should've been beyond the normal limit of someone's lung-capacity from her full, black-painted lips. Jess' eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets and her bright orange backpack slipped right off of her slumped shoulders, realizing that the human steam-engine was only adding to a layer of thick smoke that was currently obscuring the ceiling above them.
The sight Jess saw when she looked upward was completely unnatural, as if the smoke gathering above them was literally being drawn to the ceiling and adding to a preexisting, dense, upside-down pool of white/gray liquid-like gas that seemed to be flowing all throughout the apartment's ceiling.
When the torrent of smoke slowed to a stop, the goth girl lowered her head and blinked slowly a few times as her bimbo counterpart began giggle-moaning like a horny idiot, as if she were the one who had just taken the toke instead.
"Smooth." The goth said flatly and virtually without expression, completely and utterly unfazed by such an ungodly intake of the Devil's lettuce, then carefully reached forward and set the bong down on Jess' unusually clean and tidy coffee table. "Too much so, actually. I feel as though coughing afterwards is part of the enjoyment."
