My Female Copy Is Way Too Into Me

1

"Mike... Come on, Mike... Miiiiiike..." Mia kept whining over and over, sometimes slipping into a muffled growl, Mia, my perfect female copy that I created half a year ago in a secret laboratory, "Come oooon! Like before! Ah! Ah!!! Hey!"

She shoved me by the shoulders, though not hard enough for me to really feel it, because she was afraid I’d get upset. Actually, she didn’t even pull away from me, even though she, just like me, was incredibly proud during moments like this, and only checked whether her breasts were still pressed against me or not. Like she couldn’t feel it herself?

"Seriously, what’s wrong with you?" she complained, lightly smacking the top of my head with her palm, though it felt more like petting, and then, pretending to pout, she turned away from me, smacking one of her long twin tails right across my face. "I was getting ready, you know!"

She said it with such a mix of offense and almost childish pride that I instinctively looked at her despite those huge fake eyelashes. Mia noticed immediately, or maybe she already knew, after all, she was me, and instantly perked up, even though just a second ago she’d been acting like a mortally offended woman.

"Mia?" I asked tiredly, even though I already knew where this was going.

"Mia-Mia, hell, call me Angelina Jolie if you want, Mike!" she snapped, spinning around as she stood up, and I couldn’t help noticing the way her tits bounced and how she winced slightly, though she immediately wiped the expression off her face like she’d forbidden herself from showing weakness. Instead, Mia irritably adjusted her bright pink blazer, which already fit her way too perfectly, then jabbed a finger at her own chest.

"Do you even realize how much time I wasted on all this?!" she burst out, gripping her twin tails so nervously like she was about to rip them out along with her hair. Her big earrings swayed near her neck, glinting in the soft daylight spilling through the kitchen.

"You wanted to surprise me with the twin tails?"

She instantly scoffed, stomping her foot so sharply the heel clicked against the floor.

"Idiot!" Mia snapped, rolling her eyes. "What do the twin tails even have to do with anything?! Although..." suddenly she hesitated and looked away, "you always liked stuff like this... I would know..." she nervously tugged one of the tails downward. "And besides! There’s a ton of other stuff too, in case you didn’t notice!"

She abruptly spread her arms like she was trying to show herself off completely, and instantly got embarrassed by the movement itself, though that embarrassment didn’t hurt her presentation even a little.

"Right here!" she jabbed a finger almost under her eye, "lashes that, by the way, weigh like two goddamn pigeons sitting on my eyelids! And the eyeliner too! And I did my lips!" her finger dropped lower, to her breasts. "And these things I barely touched for almost thr... okay, two days! But that’s still a lot! And ughhh, they annoy the hell out of me, you know that!"

I stared at her and couldn’t believe it. Was this really me? Would I seriously become like this if I turned into a girl who’d had her "in love with me" setting turned up a little? Really? This doll standing in the middle of my kitchen in a pink blazer, with huge earrings, twin tails, pouty lips, and an expression like she simultaneously wanted to strangle me, hug me, and get praised for every millimeter of her appearance?

2

"Ohhh, you noticed the earrings?" Mia practically lit up, and it was so ridiculously sincere that I barely held back a laugh. She immediately leaned forward so fast like she'd been waiting for any reaction at all this entire time, then quickly brushed her hair behind her shoulder, deliberately turning her head so the earrings swayed again in the kitchen light. "By the way, I spent three hours picking them out. THREE. HOURS. Because half of them looked 'too trashy' and the other half were 'too light', and you know what?"

"What?"

"I found them! Perfectly uncomfortable!"

She said it with the kind of pride someone would have after winning an international suffering competition, and before I could even answer, Mia had already grabbed one of the earrings with her fingers and lightly shaken her head, making the heavy metal swing near her neck.

"Look how huge they are!" she continued with almost painful enthusiasm. "They literally pull my ears down! After an hour I could feel my pulse in my earlobes, Mike! MY PULSE! Isn't that awesome?! How do you still not want me?!"

She suddenly jumped back onto my lap so abruptly like she had no intention of leaving me any right to choose. Her thigh smacked against the edge of the table, Mia quietly yelped, but didn't even think about getting off. She only pressed herself harder against me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"And these stupid thongs..." she mumbled almost into my cheek, breathing heavily after her emotional rant. "They squeeze my ass so bad... you have no idea how much it pisses me off..."

I turned toward her and she immediately covered my mouth with hers. It didn't last long though, because her aggressive tongue trying to break through the defense of my teeth almost instantly made me pull away with a quiet laugh.

"Jesus Christ, Mia, why are you kissing me like a starving labrador?"

"Because I AM a starving labrador!" she shot back instantly, climbing at me again, then immediately groaned in annoyance when her earring smacked into my cheekbone. "Ow! Dammit! See?! Dammit! This stuff really is uncomfortable and awful..."

She puffed her lips out, waiting for my reaction, and this time mine was more emotional.

"Maybe you should stop pretending you don't like it?" I told her what I'd been thinking these last few months while watching "my copy", who at first genuinely turned me on so much specifically because she was the realization of my forced feminization fantasy, but over time had become some kind of feminine parody of it.

This time her smile, which still lingered for a few seconds, slowly disappeared from her face.

Even though she didn't hurry to climb off me, it was obvious I'd hit the target.

Then she blinked a couple times like she was replaying something in her head and nervously chuckled, like the final note of this little performance.

"Oh, screw you," she muttered, trying to bury her nose against my neck again. "I don't like any of this... I'm still just a guy in a woman's body who hates all this and wants it to end..."

She said it like a mantra where, besides boredom, there was also this tiny hint of amusement at the end, then immediately started sucking on my neck.

3

I grimaced from the wet touch against my neck and instinctively tried to pull away a little, but that was about as effective as arguing with velcro already stuck firmly to your clothes. Mia only hummed happily under her breath and wrapped her arms around me tighter, pressing her whole body against mine like she was afraid I’d disappear any second.

“You even kiss necks like a psychopath,” I muttered, feeling one of her earrings painfully jab me near the jaw again.

“Mhm,” she answered completely unbothered, still busy with my neck. “Because you’re tasty.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And warm too,” she added more thoughtfully, then suddenly froze. “Wait… your pulse got faster.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Shocking, right? I’m getting kissed by my own clone with my own memories while she acts like it’s somehow normal to want me.”

“What’s not normal about it?” Mia asked sincerely, still licking my neck.

“Maybe at least the part where I’m a guy?”

Mia finally pulled away from my neck, but not because she got embarrassed or thought about what I’d said. No, she looked more like I’d just asked the weirdest question in human history.

“And?” She blinked her huge eyelashes while still sitting on my lap. “And I’m a girl. So what’s the problem? Or wait… aaaah! Seriously?! You want both at once?! You little pervert!”

With those words her hand immediately went between my legs, but I quickly grabbed her wrist.

“No.”

“Oh come on!!!” Mia stared at me in outrage like I’d just cancelled Christmas. “Just fuck me already!” she shouted, then suddenly stopped herself to think. “Or do you want me to blow you and pretend I don’t enjoy it? No problem if that’s what you want! Want me to? Want me to?”

And this time I actually had to put effort into keeping her sitting on my lap instead of sliding down onto the kitchen floor with the enthusiasm of someone fulfilling a sacred duty to humanity.

“Sit normally, Jesus,” I muttered while holding her by the waist.

“I am sitting normally!” Mia protested, despite the fact that literally a second ago she’d been trying to wedge herself between my legs like a cat desperately demanding attention. “You’re just boring now! Before, you would’ve already…”

“Jesus Christ, Mia.”

“What ‘Jesus Christ’?” She instantly lifted her head. “I’m serious! I’m hot, I adore you, I know all your fantasies, I even know which angle you like the pigtails from most! I genuinely don’t understand how somebody could create such a perfect winning situation and still sit there looking like they got handed taxes instead of sex!”

“Because I can’t believe that I… that you act like this now! Like… like! Fuck! Like all of this is normal! You literally just said ‘pretend you don’t like giving blowjobs’! Jesus Christ, Mia! Mike! Who the hell even are you?!”

This time I genuinely snapped and raised my voice hard enough that Mia flinched, apparently actually frightened.

Her fingers, which had been clutching my jacket, loosened slightly. Even her pigtails seemed to freeze together with her. For several seconds she just stared at me with huge eyes where, for the first time all evening, there wasn’t excitement, hurt feelings, or goofy playfulness, but something almost confused.

“I…” she started, but her voice suddenly came out much quieter. “I’m not…”

She slowly turned away, closing her eyes.

And I… I got thrown off too. That was unexpected. I’d been waiting for her to say something like her usual “ugh whatever, you’re dumb too, now let’s fuck,” but instead…

“Hey… what’s wrong?”

She only sniffled quietly.

“Nothing…”

Nothing? Was she actually offended? Great. So now that she’s become this, she’s gonna start getting offended like a real girl too?

“Just…” she started again, but immediately cut herself off. It was obvious the words were difficult for her.

For the first time that evening, I saw Mia genuinely trying to formulate something instead of just emotionally machine-gunning thoughts out at full speed.

4

“Hey,” I started again, touching her cheek to turn her face back toward me.

She resisted slightly, but after a moment she turned, and I saw it. Tears. Tears that had smeared her mascara and eyeliner, turning that perfectly polished image of an “obsessive pink doll” into something more human… more feminine.

And for the first time in months, that actually made me uncomfortable somehow. Especially the realization of how easily I’d said all of that, essentially to myself.

Mia quickly turned away again, like she’d scared herself by letting me see it.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” she muttered hoarsely, hurriedly wiping her face with her palm. “Great. Just great. Now I’m crying like an idiot too…”

She laughed nervously, but the laugh sounded pathetic.

“Jesus,” she continued more quietly, “that mascara was expensive, by the way…”

“Mia…”

“No, wait!” She suddenly threw a hand up to stop me and started speaking in a trembling voice. “I… I just…”

She swallowed, then laughed nervously through her tears, and something inside me tightened unpleasantly from the sound of it.

“God, this is so stupid…” she muttered. “I literally understand what you mean. I do. I’d freak the hell out too if my clone was sitting on my lap offering me… all this…”

She lowered her gaze, like she was only now hearing herself from the outside.

“Jesus…” she said quietly after a few seconds, then added while biting her lip, “This is actually gross… I really got carried away…”

I automatically wanted to say something comforting, something routine like “come on, it’s fine,” but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat.

“No, seriously. All this girly nonsense… God. I’m so embarrassed,” she mumbled, sniffling while also secretly watching my reaction through her smeared mascara. Then suddenly she laughed nervously again and pressed her forehead into my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, I look like some dumb TikTok drama queen right now, don’t I? Sitting here crying over earrings, pigtails, and the fact you don’t want me…”

She said it while slowly tracing a fingernail over the button of my jacket.

Slowly. Almost thoughtfully.

“I’m thirty-one years old, Mike,” she continued more quietly with a nervous little laugh. “Well, you know. I’m basically you. Was. I used to love science journals, sci-fi, stuffing myself with pizza at night, arguing with people online about quantum physics… and now I’m sitting on your lap in a pink blazer offering you blowjobs and talking all this nonsense about earrings, which honestly are uncomfortable as hell by the way…”

She grimaced, and I, damn it, felt something tighten between my legs. Not much, but Mia noticed it. Hell if I knew how she did that, but I caught it immediately because the corners of her lips twitched slightly together with her hand, which she seemed to forcibly stop herself from moving while still keeping that miserable expression on her face.

“...And also…” Mia whispered almost under her breath, “…it freaks me out how those guys look at me… especially how… how…”

“What?” I asked enthusiastically, pretending I didn’t already know the answer.

“They show up in my dreams afterward! Can you believe that?!” And with those words her hand triumphantly wrapped around my now fully hard cock while her lips gently pressed against mine, this time completely unprotected.

Mia immediately let out a victorious little moan directly into my mouth, pressing herself even closer while her hand tightened around me with such confidence and satisfaction like she’d just won an argument she’d been fighting for the past six months.

“AHA!” she breathed into my mouth between kisses, not even trying to hide her triumph. “AHA-A-A! I knew it! Jesus Christ, Mike, you’re so predictable sometimes!”

I tried to turn away, but it was pointless because her hand had already picked up speed, making me groan right into her mouth.

Yeah, say what you want, but at this point she probably knew me even better than I knew myself.