Getting Serious
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I invited my buddy Dan over and told him we could live like it was our college days again. “So, Angie won’t be back for a week?” he confirmed, sounding excited. “Cause, I’d really like to show you something I’ve been working on.” Dan is a biometric engineer, or something like that. He works with living organisms. For science. Usually he’s holed up in a lab somewhere. Dan showed up at my house on Tuesday, and I proudly displayed the mess I’d made in just two days. He just indicated the duffle bag he brought in and pointed down the hall towards my bedroom and bathroom. “Mind if I go change?” I shrugged. “Sure man, although you could do that right here. Ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.” He gave an awkward laugh, then disappeared down the hall. He was gone a long time but I wasn’t his mom. All of a sudden the bedroom door burst open and my wife came striding down the hall. “Dan!” she began shrilly. “Look at the state of this place! Don’t tell me you are thinking of having company over.” I was so surprised by her presence and the state of the house that I didn’t know how to react. “S-sorry, sweetie. I th-thought you were coming back later. I’ll send Dan home and-” But then Angie began to laugh. “Don’t be mad,” she said. And then she reached up, grabbed the top of her face, and pulled it down. “Dan!” I exclaimed. “What the hell!” Dan proceeded to explain that he’d been working on growing living tissue that could be fused to normal skin using polyides or, I don’t know, science jargon. On a whim, he’d taken my wife’s wine glass home and used it to grow a copy of her skin. Now he was wearing her, and fooled me completely by putting on some of her clothes from her bedroom. “You look and sound exactly like her!” I said in awe. “So you’re not mad?” he asked worriedly. “I mean, in a way, I’ve seen her naked.” He had a point. I should be mad, but it was kinda hot seeing an exact copy of my wife but with a guy’s mind. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “Just put her face back on and let’s hang out.” We did. The rest of that whole day. Several times I forgot Dan was even there and called him Angie. He didn’t correct me. He was probably gathering data for this new suit thing of his. We had some wine late at night and Dan began getting silly, posing my wife in ridiculous positions. We laughed and laughed until suddenly we were on my bed. Most of Angie’s clothes had come off, and now my wife was looking back at me intensely with Dan’s eyes. As he unhooked Angie’s bra, I realized we weren’t laughing anymore. I think I’m about to fuck my friend…
