I took Samantha's hand and she demurely stood up, looking to Amanda for approval, who just glared at her, fuming. I pulled her chin up and looked into Amanda's eyes. "Amanda, kiss me," I said. She pursed her lips like Samantha would have and I kissed her. She sunk into my arms and delicately played with my tongue.
Samantha, in Amanda's outfit and personality, stomped her heel and screamed. Storming off into her bedroom, she buried her face in the pillow, crying. Amanda gradually became lighter as she started to stand upright in Samantha's heels. Grabbing my neck, she pulled me in as she forcefully took over the kiss and passionately ended it. Walking over to the door, she watched the woman wearing her outfit shake and sob. Looking to me, she said, "I think you'd better go." She entered the bedroom and closed the door.
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