I, Copy

By M Wills

Heather is older than Patrick and with an exquisite body. She's everything Patrick is not: confident, sexy, accomplished. So when she asks Patrick to house sit while she goes away for six weeks it's the perfect opportunity for Patrick to use technology he swiped from his dad's office to turn himself into a perfect copy of Heather.

With Heather away Patrick moves into her life, enjoying everything about her taut dancer's body from the silky feel of pantyhose against his skin to the amazing sensations when he pleasures himself. He gradually assumes more and more of her role, going into the company she owns and fooling everyone with his imitation of her. He's surprised to find himself re-igniting the passion between Heather and a former lover and soon teases the older man to fulfill Patrick's aching lust.

Will Patrick ever go back to his old life? Or will he find a way to keep his new life forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Wills
• Release date: Mar 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215072684

M Wills

There's something alluring about body swaps, sexual and freeing at the same time. I love to explore all sides of the phenomenon: the kinky, the dirty, the loving, the degrading, the amazing. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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I, Copy

A Body Transformation Story

by M. Wills

© 2023 M. Wills

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without the prior written consent from the author with the exception for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some might find offensive.

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Patrick shielded his eyes from the sun as Heather threw open the ornate set of glass doors leading out to her immense backyard garden. The scent of rose and honeysuckle filled the air as Patrick followed her out onto the patio.

The gardener comes out once a week so if you see an old man out here that’s Javier. No need to call the police, Heather explained. She gestured to a corner of the garden, the gold rings on her fingers sparkling in the sun. This sprinkler has been acting up and will sometimes spray the window. I’ve been meaning to have a man out here to fix it but—.

Heather’s phone beeped in her hand. She peered down at it and sighed. One second, she said to Patrick as she began typing away furiously with both thumbs.

Patrick nodded and kept his hands clasped behind his back. He looked around the garden, admiring the sun-dappled lawn and the neatly trimmed trees surrounding it. Yet of all the beauty out here his gaze kept drifting back to Heather. She ignored him, her nose buried in her phone, which gave him time to admire her. He’d always been fascinated and a bit jealous of her.

She was in her early forties and still had the petite frame that had enabled her success as a ballet dancer. A sky-blue caftan dress draped down her form, ending just below her calves. When she walked, Patrick caught a peak of her well-toned legs, still lean and powerful after all these years. She glided effortlessly through her huge house like the talented performer she used to be.

Heather hit ‘send’ and looked up at Patrick with her startling green eyes. Sorry. Where was I?

The sprinkler, Patrick replied.

Right. Don’t open these doors if it sprays the window or you’ll soak the entire floor. Come this way.

She gestured imperiously and turned without waiting for Patrick. She had such confidence as she glided back into the house. Just before she stepped back inside a light breeze kicked up some locks of her shoulder length auburn hair and ruffled her dress. It clung lightly to her petite form, outlining her incredible buttocks. She smoothed her hair back down over one dainty ear, just over the scar from her most recent plastic surgery, as she proceeded back through the