'No. I don't think I'm ready for that yet' you noticed the disappointment on your girlfriends face. 'I'm not saying never. The idea thrill's me but I'm scared'
'There's nothing to be frightened about. I would be very gentle and I know from experience that you will enjoy it. This body loves being fucked' She pointed at herself but as you were both identical you knew that she meant your body as well.
You needed to change the subject. Talking of sex was making you wet. 'I'll have that coffee'
She passed you the coffee she was still holding. You sipped. It was a cafe latte. You used to prefer strong and black but now this seemed ideal. 'Thanks' It tasted as good as it smelled. 'I'd like to try and change into myself again'
'Okay. Close your eyes and remember what you felt like'
That was the easy bit. The feeling of of when you touched Monica when she wore your body was easy to recall. It came to your fingertips that you had touched him/her with. You instinctively tried to pull that feeling up through your arm and into your being. It was a feeling of both warmth and lust. You silently willed yourself "Give me that muscle definition, that strength, that penis" the feeling moved to your groin. You felt wet.
You immediately knew you had failed. You opened your eyes and looked at your still very feminine body. All you had succeeded in doing was to turn your body on. You had made yourself hornier. Your groin was telling you it wanted to be filled.
'Did anything happen at all?' you asked Monica in a copy of her own voice.
'You shimmered again. Just a little but it was definitely there'
'I'll never do it'
'Of course you will. Maybe you should just start with a easy transformation. I find becoming male hard to do. Try becoming my Mom once more. I find her body the easiest to switch to'
So once again Simon closed her eyes and recalled the feeling of touching Monica when she was in her mothers body. She recalled the warmth and comfort of cuddling 'Mom' and let it spread up her arm into her torso.
'Your doing it!' you heard an excited Monica say. 'Try and hold that feeling. Let it settle into you. Into your chest into your brain, into your toes but also try and stay relaxed'
There was nothing relaxing about trying to maintain that feeling. You felt under pressure to maintain it and somehow knew that if you relaxed it would fade.
'Can I open my eyes now?' Oh my god! Your voice was different. You had done it!. You opened your eyes and looked at yourself you noticed your arm seemed to shimmer but then it was Monica's arm once more. You could have sworn it was different a moment before.
'What happened?' You had Monica's voice once more.
'You changed. But couldn't hold it when you opened your eyes. Look I snapped a shot with my phone'
Monica eagerly put her phone in front of your face. On it was a picture of Mrs Wilson, Monica's mother, with her eyes closed wearing the same beige nightgown Simon was currently wearing, in the bed Simon was still sitting up in.
'Are you saying that is me?' Simon asked Monica.
'It sure is. This was you 30 seconds ago. Proof that I now have a shape-shifting sister. Isn't this great?'
'It's good. But I would rather be your shape-shifting boyfriend, not your twin or your mother'
'You will be. Just be patient. I suggest you concentrate on transforming into Mom. Once you master that and learn how to hold her shape we then proceed to more difficult transformations. Remember I've been a shape-shifter for the best part of a year but it's only in the last month that I've developed the confidence that I can hold a form when I'm out in public'
'Where and how did you practice?'
'Most of the time right here in this room with my door locked. Otherwise in the bathroom. You don't know how great it feels to be able to share my secret with someone else'