Amanda then switched back to her voice, and apologized. "I wasn't as good as I can be because I only heard her for about three minutes. I really need to hear somebody in a lot of situations to be able to perfectly mimic them," she explained. Amanda took advantage of my shocked state to sit down on my desk and cross her legs, letting the pinstripe skirt ride up. I had so many questions that I couldn't figure out which to ask first. She put her finger on my lips, and started to explain. She told me about her discovery at fourteen years old.
"Like most girls my age, I wanted to be an adult. When my mother was out on a date, I raided her closet for a little black dress and heels, one of the sexy outfits she wore when she was younger. In her dresser, I found my mother's heirloom diamond ring. Our family tradition had it passed down to daughters on their sixteenth birthday. It must have been made when people were smaller, because it wouldn't fit my mother. And it didn't fit her mother, or her grandmother. In fact, nobody could remember it being worn, just sitting in a drawer until a sixteenth birthday. In two years, I would get the ring, so it could sit in my drawer until I gave it to my daughter. However, on my fourteen-year-old hands, it fit perfectly. The dress hung on me like a sack, and the shoes were too big, but I was determined to teach myself to walk in heels.
"At first I almost broke my ankle, and I was having a hard time with the shoes slipping off. After pacing around her bedroom for an hour, I was able to not only walk confidently, but also move my hips properly so the tight little skirt didn't ride up my ass. I went into her closet to look for something else, and in the mirror was a woman who looked a lot like my mother. I realized that in the last hour I had filled out the dress nicely, and her shoes fit perfectly. I put on some makeup and when I stepped back from the magnifying mirror I wsd nearly my mother's double. Actually, I was a sexier, younger version of my mother - I realized that I looked exactly like she did in a photo from twenty years ago! I took off the family ring and put on mom's engagement ring, the one she was wearing in the photo. I was twenty-five years old and a total fox!
"I tried to change back but couldn't. At that time I realized it was the ring - the ring that had not been worn for generations. It was the same size as my mother's hand now, and I put it back on. I put her clothes back and tried to put mine back on, but they wouldn't fit on my new body. It took me all night to change my body back, checking my progress in the mirror with a flashlight when I was supposed to be sleeping. But over time, I got much better at changing. "
"How good are you?" I asked.
"Good enough that I can remain a blond while fooling a brunette's husband into sleeping with me," she smiled. I thought back to last night ...
"I was drunk! That's no fair!" I exclaimed.
"And I've never met your wife, so we both were at a disadvantage," she explained in Samantha's voice. I realized that her intonations were very similar to Samantha in an emotional state - like the five or so minutes of conversation Amanda overheard this morning. "Well, I've got to some errands to do, I'll let you think about what I could do for you," and she turned and walked out of the office.
I sat in my office for a couple of hours, thinking this over. It didn't make much sense, but there was no other explanation. I had slept with Amanda, but I was drunk. She probably told me that she was Samantha in order to give my subconscious an excuse for infidelity. After mulling over all the kinky options with my new girlfriend, I resolved to call off the affair. After all, it wasn't worth risking billions.
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