I did not anticipate running into your twin at Lowe’s today, but there she was.

Short, petite, dark hair, and mischievous eyes.

My gaze wandered up and down, drinking deep.  Fuck she is beautiful.  She fumbled with some of my purchases and made small talk, but it mattered little.  Cute voice even, not too shrill or husky.  Very femmy.

I sighed, and wondered if her olive skin would feel as sweet as yours?

She bent over to pick something up from the floor; her pants pulled away from her waist enough to see her copper tan, had no lines.  Good grief Batman, her ass was painfully cute.  I wanted to wear it like a hat.  Grow gills, and dive in…I wondered if she would moan the same?  Make the same faces of ecstasy?

Maybe better?  Perhaps…

As we chatted, I could tell she was no where near as intelligent.  Honestly, I did not remotely expect it.

I noted the haircuts were almost the same.  Odd and curious, indeed.

This sweet little doppelganger who’s main physical difference, was her light azure eyes.

For a brief second my brain clicked and thought….showtime…
Nope.  No advances.  No wit.  No charm.  No bullshit.

I walk back to my car, dreaming of being inside of you again.  It will pass though, always does.

No remorse.

The sequel is never as good.

#endtrans