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Jackie clumsily cooperated with her bodymate to work their way over to a chair and sit down. This entire situation was uncharted territory. The very idea of having an exact clone of herself was already a lot to handle, but the idea of having her clone growing out of her crossed the line into "too much." She looked down at herself. It still gave her an uneasy, nearly sickening feeling to see that one breast sat directly below her chin, with her cleavage off to her left. She looked up to escape the feeling, only to notice something else to bother her. Along with her head and neck being moved to the right, her shoulder was uncomfortably close to her neck now, having remained unaltered by the transformation. She shrugged her shoulder a few times experimentally. Despite the apparent reduction of her trapezius, the muscle still seemed just as strong. Her confusion compounded her unease and she let her arm slump back down.

Now she didn't even know where to look. She couldn't bear to look at her own body anymore. The feeling of her own flesh being foreign to her now was too much to think about. Not just foreign, but shared. She knew she would have to talk to her bodymate eventually, but she couldn't work up the nerve or the will. She could only think. Her mind began to focus on the aspect of sharing. This wasn't Jackie's body anymore. It was hers, and her other self's. Her skin was her other self's skin. Our skin. That phrase should apply to two people talking about their respective skins, but no, they shared it. One membrane stretched over two people. They shared their blood, too. Jackie's blood and her bodymate's blood were one and the same, pumping between them, from Jackie's head to their heart to the other Jackie's head and back and forth. They shared the breath in their lungs, and Jackie realized that they were breathing softly in sync. There was no distinction between them beyond their brains, and even they were the same. In every respect but one, they overlapped. They were only one organism.

Jackie's thoughts then turned to something she had been trying to avoid thinking about. What was between her legs was no longer just hers. She shared it. It belonged to her bodymate just as much as it belonged to her. Whatever they did with it, they would do together. They would feel it together, in equal measure. Jackie felt violated to a degree she had never thought possible. Her most private part was anything but private now. Privacy in general was over. She felt a sudden anger at the other Jackie. "What right does she have to invade me like this?" she thought. Then she began to realize that the other Jackie was indeed just another Jackie. Another HER. She was in the same situation and probably thought and felt everything that Jackie herself did, down to the smallest detail. Jackie turned to glance at her other self and, as if to drive the point home, their cheeks bumped into each other as the other Jackie turned her head at the same time. They quietly apologized to each other and went back to staring straight ahead. It gave her chills to hear her own voice speak to her, to feel the vibrations of her twin's speech ripple through their shared flesh.
"I think we need to explore," Jackie mumbled, surprising herself and her other self. The other Jackie hesitated for a second, then nodded. "We should start small, though." They looked down at themselves. Jackie offered her hand to her bodymate, who took it. It was a strange feeling to be able to feel her bodymate's arm and hand, but not control it. They stroked and rubbed each other's hands for minutes on end, perplexed and mesmerized by the mix of feelings and control. Soon, the other Jackie took initiative and rubbed Jackie’s forearm all the way up to the elbow as if thoroughly washing their hands. Jackie did the same. Next, Jackie softly traced her hand up to her twin’s shoulder, gently rubbing it in a circular motion. Their breasts squeezed together, but to each Jackie it felt like it normally would, given the lack of control they had over their breasts. There was still an uncomfortable intimacy to it, but said intimacy was losing its discomfort. It was slowly but surely becoming a thrill.

The other Jackie gently touched the side of Jackie’s neck. She immediately felt limp as pleasure overwhelmed her. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck…,” she breathed. “What?,” the other Jackie asked, lifting her hand. “No, don’t stop, do it again,” Jackie begged. The other Jackie obliged, tracing her fingers from the back of Jackie’s neck all the way around to her throat. Jackie shuddered. “I guess your neck is an erogenous zone now. I don’t get it. I can... kinda feel your neck, but I'm not feeling whatever you're feeling. Why don’t I feel it?,” asked the other Jackie. “Well, it’s my neck,” said Jackie. “Makes a bit of sense that only I would feel it.” “Well, if it’s THAT good, quit holding out on me and give me a rub.” Jackie did so, noting the bizarre feeling of touching a neck on her own body that wasn’t hers, which to her felt like it was asleep despite obviously not feeling the same way for the head atop it, and that wasn’t even centered. She did her best to imitate the softness of the touch that the other Jackie had given her, and sure enough, her twin’s neck fell slack under her hand, her head hanging loosely behind Jackie’s. “Mmmm, keep going…” Jackie did, and once had provided for as long as she had received, her bodymate crossed her own arm over Jackie’s and returned the favor, wracking their body with pleasure. Now they were in a strange self-hug as they stroked each other’s necks, with the other Jackie’s arm pressing Jackie’s onto their breasts. For all intents, a session of self-pleasure, only without knowing exactly what she was doing to herself. It was alien, yet familiar, and it was wondrous.

Jackie realized that they hadn’t touched the area between their necks yet. What would that even be called? Maybe “valley”? That could work. Conjoined, conjunct… conjuncture? “Juncture”? That could work. Maybe both. Didn’t matter. Jackie needed to touch it. She slowly removed her hand from her twin’s neck, trailing her fingers behind. She gently formed her middle and pointer fingers into a lightly curved hook, reached through the tangled mess of hair between their heads, touched down between their shoulders, and slowly drew her hand forward. “FUCK,” they gasped in unison, barely stopping themselves from crying out. It was exponentially more intense, and they could both feel it. Oh, GOD could they feel it. Pure, fresh, exotic ecstasy. The most erotic massage imaginable. Upon reaching their collarbone, Jackie eagerly thrust her hand back in and repeated, this time more slowly. It was too much. They both clenched their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut, arched their back, panted, stiffened their legs and pushed their chair off the ground, and promptly tipped backwards and crashed to the floor.

They lay on the floor for a while, stunned, before they were able to focus again. They didn’t bother to get up, instead just lying still. Jackie felt a gust moving up through their chest and into her bodymate’s throat. The other Jackie burst out laughing. Jackie did the same. They laughed and laughed together, feeling like friends for the first time. Sisters even. It wasn’t the release they had been trying for, but it would do just fine. They did their best to calm down as their stomach started to cramp. They couldn’t keep from chuckling occasionally for the next several minutes, though. Shared hormones probably helped. Jackie turned her head to look at her twin. Their cheeks met in the middle and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long, long time. Jackie felt warm. She felt held. Sharing felt… nice. Kind of like sharing a small bed, or being crammed into the backseat of a car, though obviously more intense. With a stranger, it was unbearable. With a friend, it was at least tolerable. With herself, though... it was just fine.
Once they had fully recovered, they easily got up, righted their chair, and sat back down with awkward smiles on their faces. “Maybe we ought to hold off on the neck rubs for a while. We only just put these panties on,” said the other Jackie. Jackie laughed. “Good point.” They sat in content silence for a while. “I think I could… get used to this,” mumbled Jackie. Her twin nodded and took her hand. “I just don’t think we could live this way,” said her twin. “We’re freaks now.” “Yeah, people will never stop asking what the hell happened.” “But if we reverse this and go back to being one… I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to do this again. I doubt that Jin will let us put that frilly pink thing on again.” “Yeah, she seemed pretty defensive about it. Probably why it vanished after it transformed us.”

The door swung open and the Jins stumbled into the room, panicking. "Hey, Jin," the Jackies said, leaning back and smiling warmly. "Shut up!," the Jins shouted. "Did you just say the chemise vanished?!"

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Jackie clumsily cooperated with her bodymate to work their way over to a chair and sit down. This entire situation was uncharted territory. The very idea of having an exact clone of herself was already a lot to handle, but the idea of having her clone growing out of her crossed the line into "too much." She looked down at herself. It still gave her an uneasy, nearly sickening feeling to see that one breast sat directly below her chin, with her cleavage off to her left. She looked up to escape the feeling, only to notice something else to bother her. Along with her head and neck being moved to the right, her shoulder was uncomfortably close to her neck now, having remained unaltered by the transformation. She shrugged her shoulder a few times experimentally. Despite the apparent reduction of her trapezius, the muscle still seemed just as strong. Her confusion compounded her unease and she let her arm slump back down.

Now she didn't even know where to look. She couldn't bear to look at her own body anymore. The feeling of her own flesh being foreign to her now was too much to think about. Not just foreign, but shared. She knew she would have to talk to her bodymate eventually, but she couldn't work up the nerve or the will. She could only think. Her mind began to focus on the aspect of sharing. This wasn't Jackie's body anymore. It was hers, and her other self's. Her skin was her other self's skin. Our skin. That phrase should apply to two people talking about their respective skins, but no, they shared it. One membrane stretched over two people. They shared their blood, too. Jackie's blood and her bodymate's blood were one and the same, pumping between them, from Jackie's head to their heart to the other Jackie's head and back and forth. They shared the breath in their lungs, and Jackie realized that they were breathing softly in sync. There was no distinction between them beyond their brains, and even they were the same. In every respect but one, they overlapped. They were only one organism.

Jackie's thoughts then turned to something she had been trying to avoid thinking about. What was between her legs was no longer just hers. She shared it. It belonged to her bodymate just as much as it belonged to her. Whatever they did with it, they would do together. They would feel it together, in equal measure. Jackie felt violated to a degree she had never thought possible. Her most private part was anything but private now. Privacy in general was over. She felt a sudden anger at the other Jackie. "What right does she have to invade me like this?" she thought. Then she began to realize that the other Jackie was indeed just another Jackie. Another HER. She was in the same situation and probably thought and felt everything that Jackie herself did, down to the smallest detail. Jackie turned to glance at her other self and, as if to drive the point home, their cheeks bumped into each other as the other Jackie turned her head at the same time. They quietly apologized to each other and went back to staring straight ahead. It gave her chills to hear her own voice speak to her, to feel the vibrations of her twin's speech ripple through their shared flesh.
"I think we need to explore," Jackie mumbled, surprising herself and her other self. The other Jackie hesitated for a second, then nodded. "We should start small, though." They looked down at themselves. Jackie offered her hand to her bodymate, who took it. It was a strange feeling to be able to feel her bodymate's arm and hand, but not control it. They stroked and rubbed each other's hands for minutes on end, perplexed and mesmerized by the mix of feelings and control. Soon, the other Jackie took initiative and rubbed Jackie’s forearm all the way up to the elbow as if thoroughly washing their hands. Jackie did the same. Next, Jackie softly traced her hand up to her twin’s shoulder, gently rubbing it in a circular motion. Their breasts squeezed together, but to each Jackie it felt like it normally would, given the lack of control they had over their breasts. There was still an uncomfortable intimacy to it, but said intimacy was losing its discomfort. It was slowly but surely becoming a thrill.

The other Jackie gently touched the side of Jackie’s neck. She immediately felt limp as pleasure overwhelmed her. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck…,” she breathed. “What?,” the other Jackie asked, lifting her hand. “No, don’t stop, do it again,” Jackie begged. The other Jackie obliged, tracing her fingers from the back of Jackie’s neck all the way around to her throat. Jackie shuddered. “I guess your neck is an erogenous zone now. I don’t get it. I can... kinda feel your neck, but I'm not feeling whatever you're feeling. Why don’t I feel it?,” asked the other Jackie. “Well, it’s my neck,” said Jackie. “Makes a bit of sense that only I would feel it.” “Well, if it’s THAT good, quit holding out on me and give me a rub.” Jackie did so, noting the bizarre feeling of touching a neck on her own body that wasn’t hers, which to her felt like it was asleep despite obviously not feeling the same way for the head atop it, and that wasn’t even centered. She did her best to imitate the softness of the touch that the other Jackie had given her, and sure enough, her twin’s neck fell slack under her hand, her head hanging loosely behind Jackie’s. “Mmmm, keep going…” Jackie did, and once had provided for as long as she had received, her bodymate crossed her own arm over Jackie’s and returned the favor, wracking their body with pleasure. Now they were in a strange self-hug as they stroked each other’s necks, with the other Jackie’s arm pressing Jackie’s onto their breasts. For all intents, a session of self-pleasure, only without knowing exactly what she was doing to herself. It was alien, yet familiar, and it was wondrous.

Jackie realized that they hadn’t touched the area between their necks yet. What would that even be called? Maybe “valley”? That could work. Conjoined, conjunct… conjuncture? “Juncture”? That could work. Maybe both. Didn’t matter. Jackie needed to touch it. She slowly removed her hand from her twin’s neck, trailing her fingers behind. She gently formed her middle and pointer fingers into a lightly curved hook, reached through the tangled mess of hair between their heads, touched down between their shoulders, and slowly drew her hand forward. “FUCK,” they gasped in unison, barely stopping themselves from crying out. It was exponentially more intense, and they could both feel it. Oh, GOD could they feel it. Pure, fresh, exotic ecstasy. The most erotic massage imaginable. Upon reaching their collarbone, Jackie eagerly thrust her hand back in and repeated, this time more slowly. It was too much. They both clenched their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut, arched their back, panted, stiffened their legs and pushed their chair off the ground, and promptly tipped backwards and crashed to the floor.

They lay on the floor for a while, stunned, before they were able to focus again. They didn’t bother to get up, instead just lying still. Jackie felt a gust moving up through their chest and into her bodymate’s throat. The other Jackie burst out laughing. Jackie did the same. They laughed and laughed together, feeling like friends for the first time. Sisters even. It wasn’t the release they had been trying for, but it would do just fine. They did their best to calm down as their stomach started to cramp. They couldn’t keep from chuckling occasionally for the next several minutes, though. Shared hormones probably helped. Jackie turned her head to look at her twin. Their cheeks met in the middle and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long, long time. Jackie felt warm. She felt held. Sharing felt… nice. Kind of like sharing a small bed, or being crammed into the backseat of a car, though obviously more intense. With a stranger, it was unbearable. With a friend, it was at least tolerable. With herself, though... it was just fine.
Once they had fully recovered, they easily got up, righted their chair, and sat back down with awkward smiles on their faces. “Maybe we ought to hold off on the neck rubs for a while. We only just put these panties on,” said the other Jackie. Jackie laughed. “Good point.” They sat in content silence for a while. “I think I could… get used to this,” mumbled Jackie. Her twin nodded and took her hand. “I just don’t think we could live this way,” said her twin. “We’re freaks now.” “Yeah, people will never stop asking what the hell happened.” “But if we reverse this and go back to being one… I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to do this again. I doubt that Jin will let us put that frilly pink thing on again.” “Yeah, she seemed pretty defensive about it. Probably why it vanished after it transformed us.”

The door swung open and the Jins stumbled into the room, panicking. "Hey, Jin," the Jackies said, leaning back and smiling warmly. "Shut up!," the Jins shouted. "Did you just say the chemise vanished?!"