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Meeting My Clone

Would it really be worth it?

By Kelsey ReichPublished 3 years ago Updated 2 years ago 10 min read
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Meeting My Clone
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I sat in the waiting room wringing my hands together, nervous excitement gnawing at my stomach. I hadn’t been able to eat anything all morning. This moment had played out in my mind thousands of times. I had written about it, drawn about it, worked over-time for some highly suspicious characters to save up enough money. All of my savings had gone into this moment. Soon, I would meet my clone to find out if it was all worthwhile.

“Caylee?” A gray-haired man with a white lab coat called my name, “Kailey is ready for checkout.”

He was holding a clipboard with the paperwork I had already signed, “Now, she’s going to be a bit groggy at first. It might take some time for her to remember all of your memories but that is perfectly normal. Give her at least a week before doing any strenuous activities…”

I barely heard the instructions as he led me down a hallway that doubled as a floor-to-ceiling advertisement for the cloning center. He pushed open a stainless-steel door to a small room with an empty desk, a few chairs, and a powder blue curtain drawn across it, like in a hospital where the curtains divide up the rooms. I was almost disappointed by the experience. I had pictured a massive cavern full of tanks with twitching bodies. Imagined meeting my clone for the first time, slipping from her tank all covered in greenish slime, disorientated, and shaking. Lab-coat pulled back the curtain and there she was.

She smiled, a mirror image of myself. Pale with wet hair, but me, down to the acne scars marring my cheeks. She wore a blue smock, a thin pile of hospital blankets pulled up to her chest. My blood thundered in my ears. Lab-coat hovered for a moment, triple-checking the paperwork before finally leaving the two of us alone.

“Hi Kailey,” I said to my clone, pulling off my backpack, “I brought you a couple outfits. I wasn’t sure if you would be feeling fancy or casual.”

I pulled a red sun dress from the bag, “Do you remember our favourite dress? The guy said you might not have your memories just yet.”

“Oh, but that dress looks the best on me—I mean, on you?” Kailey pushed the thin hospital blankets aside, her movements still slightly clumsy, “This is weird right?”

“Weird but I love it,” I said, watching her, “Maybe I should have listened to my own voice more. Sounds different.”

“Yes, but it’s our voice,” the clone replied, gesturing. It was a gesture I had used hundreds of times. I knew exactly what it meant, come closer. I smoothed the clothing out on the bed. The clone nodded approval, “You are feeling fancy today, I think I want to feel that as well. Just, my body still feels slow.”

“Lab-coat said not to do anything extreme for a week. Want me to um, help you dress?”

Kailey nodded, tugging off the hospital gown and holding out a hand. I held her steady, trying not to stare at her absent belly button as she slipped into a red lacy thong and matching bra. She slipped on the dress and I zipped up the back for her. My clone sat back down on the bed as I tugged two pairs of shoes from the backpack, my favorite high heels, and a set of high-converse shoes. I asked, “Red or red?”

“Red,” she pointed to the high heels but then looked down at her hands.

“I got it,” I whispered, slipping them on her feet and doing up the dainty buckle. Her skin felt incredibly soft. She giggled as my hands brushed up her legs.

“Can we go eat now? I know you are starving,” the clone asked with a wink, “I hope those scientists at least made my stomach less sensitive.”

“I couldn’t get the full package, but I did what I could,” I explained, admiring her appearance as I slung the backpack over my shoulder. Allergy-free, boosted immune system but no alterations to appearance or personality.

My clone clapped, “Ah man, so I can eat the dairy and gluten for both of us?”

“Yeah, so you better enjoy it. Or help me finally get off both,” I replied, linking arms with her as she took a few unsteady steps.

“Oof, tough ask me,” the clone sighed, looking down at her feet as we continued walking out of the room to the parking lot.

“Maybe you should switch to the flats. I think the blue ones are in the car.”

“Blue ones?” my clone asked, getting settled into the passenger seat of our car. I pulled the shoes from the trunk to show her.

“You must have gotten these recently, I don’t remember them,” Kailey said, struggling to take off the red high heels. I crouched beside her, gently switching the shoes for her. When I looked up, my clone was looking at me with a far-away look. I swallowed, not wanting to get ahead of myself.

“We always wanted a twin,” she finally said. I nodded. She was rubbing a finger against her lips, “No strenuous activity for a week?”

I nodded again, was she thinking the same thought as me? I had a feeling the answer was yes. A smile played across my face, “That would be much too strenuous. What do you want to eat for our first date?”

“Hm… Such a good question. I would kill for a strawberry milkshake. Let’s go to the Burger Shack.”

It had always been my favourite restaurant, even if I was alone, I would go at least once a month to treat myself to a strawberry shake, cheeseburger, and onion rings. With the nervous excitement tamped down now that we had finally met, I drove us to the burger place, my mouth watering. It was one of those mom-and-pop shops that didn’t have a drive-through or indoor seating. I placed our order while my clone waited at a picnic bench. The cashier nodded at my clone, “I didn’t know you had a twin.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s been really busy at university,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t actually know if I wanted to tell people she was a clone, then I wondered what she wanted. I wondered if she would still like me as our memories continued to diverge the more she experienced the world. I wanted her to be her own person, but I was also invested in every piece of her. I took the tray of food in my hands and walked back to the picnic table. She had her head tilted back, eyes closed with her face towards the sun. I knew that feeling. I set the tray on the table, “I’m stealing just a sip of the shake.”

“Mmmhmm,” she said, already taking a deep slurp, “Damn that is good. You even asked for extra cherries on top? You never get cherries.”

“Well, today is a very special occasion twin,” I lifted my cup of lemonade in a toast, “Happy Birthday.”

“Oh gosh, I mean, technically I think it would have been a few days ago but I guess you are right. Smart thinking trying to get me on the day of your birthday.”

“Our birthday,” I insisted, “But I was wondering, should we tell people you are a clone? I mean, obviously, anyone that knows me and sees us together will figure it out.”

“Huh, I don’t know. Wasn’t the whole point of it for you to go to work while I work on the comic books?”

“You got that backwards,” I took a bite of an onion ring, “You go to work. I do the comics.”

My clone made an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes, “Leci n’est pas une pipe.”

I laughed, “Of course I would say that. We’ll alternate.”

“No strenuous activity remember?” she waved an onion ring at me. That’s when I knew I was in real trouble. How could I refuse her?

“I hope it isn’t a rough transition for you.”

“Hm,” Kailey took another heavy slurp of the strawberry milkshake, “Let’s talk more about our comic. Tell it to me. I can’t quite remember all of the details.”

My leg began to bounce, “Um… it’s about us.”

I took a large bite of my cheeseburger, feeling embarrassed to be sharing my life’s work even with myself. Especially with myself—some of those scenes were straight-up pornographic.

“No, no, no, it’s about alternate universe us as bounty hunters. And I’m like, ripped,” she took a bite of her cheeseburger as well, her eyes closing with pure enjoyment.

Having finally chewed and swallowed I apologized, “There was no way I could save up enough money to make you jacked.”

She giggled, “I know. We both might have to work for a while. Put the comic on hold until we build our savings back up.”

“Yeah,” I responded, dejected, knowing she was right. Finished with our burgers I drove us home. In preparation for having a clone, I had moved into the most affordable apartment I could find. The view from the third-story window was non-existent, just a red brick face of the building next door but at least there was a balcony large enough for some hanging planter pots. I pulled out a bottle of Merlot and poured each of us a glass while she toured the mostly empty apartment. I had moved in after transferring my memory so she had never seen it before. We sat on the queen-sized bed—just a box and mattress on the floor. We set our wine glasses on the floor, laughing as we mirrored each other’s movements, gently dragging fingertips from wrists, up to collar bones. I kissed her, tasting the strawberry milkshake, “Are you tired?”

“Yes but… We want to know how this feels.”

“Yes, we do,” I replied. She smelled like the cloning clinic still, antiseptic and lavender.

We stretched out on the mattress. I kissed her again, then planted smaller kisses down her neck. She responded exactly the way I had imagined, driving me to keep going. I undressed her slowly, kissing her new skin as I went. Making note of all the moles and scars that were duplicates of my own. I slipped my own dress over my head before making my way down between her legs. I wanted to know if I would be able to make her squirt despite never being able to do it to myself.

As her moans grew gradually louder, I found out the answer was yes, which excited me more than I had dreamed it would, “Can I use the strap on with you?”

She smiled and nodded, biting her lip as she waited for me to put on a pink strap on dildo. I started slow and gentle, gradually thrusting harder and harder as she continued to orgasm in my grasp. It was indescribable—the sensation of having sex with myself. I knew exactly how she felt just by her reactions. The shaking, the moaning. I gently brushed my fingertips across her skin.

When she told me she could not take anymore, I knew it wasn’t true. I knew my limits and we were not even close to reaching them, but I slowed anyway, “Are you sure you want to stop?”

“I don’t but doctor’s orders,” she sighed, her body continuing to shake with orgasm.

I smiled, still slowly moving inside of her, “How about I go slow?”

“Yes please,” she groaned.

I didn’t get very much sleep that week, or the next week. Worth every penny.

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Written by Kelsey Reich, April 6/2021, Ontario, Canada.

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