"What mistake? You're making me nervous. Did something happen to my body?"
Matt called me not even one day after I signed my contract with his debt recovery agency. I was thrilled to hear his voice, I wished I could be with him, but it was just not possible. I was using one of his clones, and the law prevented him from providing me with any assistance outside physical maintenance if my borrowed body was damaged. Left to myself, I had to figure out a way to repay my debt.
My real body sat at his recovery agency for them to take care of until I finished repaying my debt; it acted as a security deposit that I could claim back once I successfully fulfilled my obligations. So, when Matt told me over the phone that he had made a huge mistake, I couldn't help but worry that my sleeping self was somehow involved in some nasty accident.
"No... No, Chloe. Your body is fine. But..."
"But what? Tell me!"
"Well, okay... But please don't be mad. I will fix this, I promise! Last night, after everybody left, I brought your body to my place instead of storing it at the facility."
"Oh, no! Don't tell me you got in trouble because of me?"
"No. I didn't. But did you hear what I said? I took your body home."
"I heard that. But you said you made a mistake, what is it?"
"Don't you get it? My company is supposed to protect you. I took you home for my benefit. That's wrong."
"No, it's not. I asked you to make love to my body while it was sleeping. Granted, it sounded a bit creepy, but I'm fine with it. I didn't know you were going to take me home to do it, but it's even better."
"... Better?"
Matt was freaking out for no reason; at least that was how I saw it. We hadn't had much time to talk about this before and after the transfer, but I had a crush on him and wanted to make him happy by offering him my body for sexual pleasure. There was nothing wrong with this since he liked me very much, and I was willing. It was my body, so I could offer it to whoever I thought deserved it.
Learning he had brought my body home was a pleasant surprise. The perspective of being stored in a cold and sterile environment for years was not appealing. I preferred to have Matt take care of me instead of nasty people like Amanda, his receptionist.
"Matt, am I safe at your place? I mean, do you have the equipment you need to keep my body alive and well?"
"Yes... but..."
"Will your staff find out I'm missing?"
"Probably not... I reserved a long term cell for you, and nobody is going to look into it. They think you are in there."
"Okay, so there is no problem then. I'm telling you. I like the idea of sleeping in a real bed and having someone taking care of my sexual needs."
"But... it seems so wrong."
Why was he so worried? What I was asking was not that weird. It was the nice guy in him who couldn't bend a few rules to get some innocent fun. I wished I could make him relax a bit. I had to find a gentle way to show him my trust and that it was okay to take full advantage of my offer.
"Matt... Can you send a picture of my body?"
"A picture? I guess... one sec."
It didn't take long before my phone whistled from a text message. In the picture he sent me, I was sleeping on a comfy lounge chair, like the ones at the agency, and different devices, plugged here and there, were taking care of my needs. It was a bit odd to see myself like this, but I was fully dressed and looked peaceful.
"I look great! So, what did you do to me last night? Was it good?"
"Chloe... I didn't do anything..."
"What? Why? I told you I wanted you to. You did nothing at all?"
"Well... I did undress you..."
"Ah! So you saw me naked. Did you like it?"
"Not naked. I didn't take off your underwear. I just couldn't... but... I cuddled with you a little."
"Aww... Were you too shy? Did I get a kiss, at least?"
"... No... I couldn't."
What a sweet guy. He wouldn't harm me even if his life depended on it. I was more and more confident my body was in a very safe place. It was a bit strange, but this unexpected fantasy was turning me on a little. Being taken care of, like a doll, by someone else was enjoyable.
"Matt, how much do you like me?"
"I lot... You got inside my head, somehow."
"Good. So here is my instruction for you. Tonight, you take me back to your bed, you strip me naked, and you make out with me. That's what I want."
"But... Chloe."
"Stop feeling guilty, please. You are doing it for me. I have a question, though. Can my sleeping body feel pleasure?"
"Mmm... Yes and no... It will react to any stimulus. It just won't be conscious of it."
"Oh? So I'll get wet and all if you play with me?"
"Chloe! Are you that much okay with this?"
"Absolutely! But only because it is you. Don't go lend my corpse to your friends. Else, I'll be furious."
"I would never do that! Hey, listen, I have to go now. I'm already late for work."
"I have to go too. Call me tomorrow, Matt. I want to know all the crunchy details. I bet once you kiss me again, you won't be able to resist and do more."
We said our goodbyes and hung up. I had the feeling I didn't convince Matt all that much. He was not nearly as comfortable as I was with this whole idea, so he would need some incentives to comply. I understood his discomfort, though; playing with an inert girl is somewhat deviant and borderline creepy, from a certain point of view. But it was my body and my love life; he had to accept it. I was the one who decided to do this.
I put my phone back in my backpack, stood up, and stretched my athletic clone limbs. I wasn't too sure what would be my next steps. Clothing was a need, and a haircut was unavoidable; my mane was way too long. I could afford it since I had a bit of money, but I didn't want to spend it all as every dollar would count at the end of the month. Underestimating the severity of my situation wasn't an option.
Somewhere in this city was 1.3 million dollars that needed to transfer from random people's pockets to my backpack.
***
All morning, I walked down the main street to turn myself into something else than a soccer mom. Because of my restricted budget, used clothes were my choice. I picked a few used items for 25$ from a store. I ended up with a cute charcoal summer dress and a nice pair of 3" heels.
They didn't sell used underwear, obviously, but I didn't mind walking around without panties. Nobody would notice unless there were a treacherous wind gust. I donated my old clothes to the store because I never wanted to see them again, but I kept my sneakers for long-distance walking.