Robin tossed his keys into the bowl by the apartment door and sighed.  “Thank god that week’s dealt with.  Who knew that office work would be even harder than University?”

His roommate chuckled from his sprawl on the couch.  “Tell me about it.  I just want the world to go away for a couple of days.”

Robin hung up his coat and loosened his tie as he walked into their shared living room.  “Then I have the perfect solution for you.  You know how you owe me over the beer keg ‘mistake’ last month?”

Sam winced at the accusatory tone in ‘mistake’.  “Yeah?” he asked, worriedly.

“Gabby’s coming over this weekend, and I want us to have the apartment to ourselves.”

Sam sighed.  “I don’t think any of our buddies would appreciate me crashing at their place for the whole weekend, and my folks’ place is hours away.”

“The Venn Machine’s open.  You’d make a nice coat-rack.”

Sam grunted at the idea.  “I know I said I wanted the world to go away, but...  Hm.  You want to make me something all weekend, so I’m not in the way?  Can I pick?”

Robin spread his hands magnanimously.  “Anything at all, as long as it’s inanimate.  The no pets policy here is way too strict, but it’s the only reason we could get an apartment this close to the Venn Machines at a decent price.”

Sam started to grin.  “Then I pick... sexy lingerie for Gabby.”

Robin’s eyes went wide.  “Oh!  Wow...  Okay, but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I will tell her it’s you before I give the lingerie to her.”

Sam slumped back onto the couch.  “Bah.  She’ll never go for that.  But... I still accept.”

Robin turned back to the door and grabbed his keys.  “Let’s go.  She’ll be here in an hour.”

Sam groaned and levered himself off the couch.  “Make sure to put me somewhere cozy when I’m not being worn.”

The line for the Venn Machine wasn’t too long, but it still left Robin time to realize the flaw in the plan.  “I can’t turn you into lingerie that’ll fit Gabby.  You’ll end up sized for me instead.”

Sam’s grin widened.  “No problem.  I’ll turn you into a copy of Gabby first, then you turn me into something sexy enough that she’ll overlook who the lingerie used to be.”

Robin nodded slowly.  “That... tracks.  Sure.  Haven’t been a girl in a while.”

Sam asked for Robin’s picture of Gabby while Robin put his wallet and keys in the locker.  Not long after, they’d set a Venn Machine for two days and Sam had used the picture to make Robin over in her image.  “Ready on this end.  Got some sexy looking lingerie ready to go?”

“Mostly.  Looks weird when sized to fit me,” said Robin with a chuckle.  “Ready?”

“One more thing.  Promise me you’ll meet her at the door wearing me.”

Robin rolled his eyes.  “Seriously?  I’ve never gotten the impression she swings that way.”

“Come on, it’s the only way I’m going to get worn this weekend.”

“Fine.  I’ll stay this way until Gabby changes me back.”

Sam chuckled knowingly.  “Excellent.  Promise you’ll tell her that?”

Robin nodded, then suddenly he was in a very familiar female body.  The lingerie in the display looked much sexier now that it was sized to fit a woman.  It only took a moment for him to react, sending Sam fluttering to the floor.  Robin scooped up his prize quickly, and headed to the locker to grab his stuff.  His blush soon faded when he realized that nobody in the line found his transformation the least bit remarkable.  Especially when compared to the rainbow-striped cat centaur preening in front of the mirror beside the lockers.

Robin spent a minute admiring the rainbow-taur, and the rainbow-winged griffin that soon joined it.  “Colorful,” he ventured finally, getting a grin from both.

Once Robin was back in his apartment, he scooted to his room to ditch the dress that had shown up with his Gabby-shape.  He frowned, peering at the body revealed.  Sam had gotten the moles on Gabby’s breasts right.  He glared at the lacy confection lying on the bed.  “You know her too well.  Something I should know?”

The lingerie did not answer.  Robin sighed, and shook his head.  “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

It took Robin three tries to figure out how to get the white satin babydoll on, and he was still working on the garters for the stockings when he heard Gabby at the door.  He raced out of the bedroom and struck what he hoped was a sexy pose in the hallway.

Gabby’s eyes went wide as she took in her clone’s appearance.  “Oh.  My.”  The door swung shut unheeded behind her.  “Robin?”

“Yeah.”

Gabby dropped her backpack and prowled toward Robin.  She orbited around him, checking him out from all angles.  “Whose idea was this?”

“Sam’s.”

Gabby circled closer, then pulled Robin in for a very unchaste hug and kiss.  Robin was panting for breath when she was done.  “What?”

“You don’t taste like Robin.”

Robin blinked.  “I probably taste like you.”

Gabby’s predatory smile grew impish.  “One way to find out.  How turned on are you?”

“After that kiss?”  Robin tried to chuckle, but it came out as a nervous giggle.  “Very.”

Gabby pushed Robin toward the nearest piece of furniture, which fortunately for Robin turned out to be the couch.  He sat heavily, then his eyes went wide as Gabby burrowed under the skirt of the babydoll and nosed the matching panties aside.  Before he could express his confusion, her tongue had found its target and he was struck speechless.  Far from voiceless, he heard as if from some great distance the sounds that Gabby would sometimes make when feeling especially frisky.  It was hard to connect those sounds to his own body, there was a crashing wave of pleasure in the way.

Robin still had a death-grip on the back of the couch when Gabby lifted her head out of his lap.  She grinned at his wrung-out expression.  “Yep.  You taste like me alright.”

Robin groaned and opened his eyes, slowly acquiring focus on the grinning face in front of him.  “That...  What?”

Gabby bit her lip in a vain attempt to suppress her grin.  “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”

Robin managed to look even more stunned.  “What?”

“The only thing that would be better would be you returning the favour.  Did you learn anything, mmm?”

Robin’s eyes were positively saucer-like.  “You... like this?”

Gabby nodded eagerly.  “Tried getting turned into twins once, but it’s not the same.  Felt like masturbation.  Good, yeah, but no spark.”

Robin nodded dazedly.  “I definitely saw sparks.”

Gabby pulled her dress off over her head in one practiced motion.  “Your turn.”

By now the surprise factor was wearing off, and Robin managed enough coherence to give Gabby his place on the couch.  He knelt before her, and only then noticed how lacy and how soaked Gabby’s panties were.  With a grin he nosed them aside much as she had demonstrated, though it took three tries and drew a few giggles from Gabby.

His tongue felt oddly different as he ministered to Gabby.  Slightly rounder, perhaps.  Softer.  Gabby started making very appreciative noises, which both goaded Robin on and distracted him from any thoughts other than how to please her as best he could.

By the time Robin was done, his shoulders and tongue were shaking with exhaustion.  He sat back to take weight off his poor, abused knees, and looked up into Gabby’s shining eyes.  “Good?”

Gabby gazed dazedly into the distance, then finally focussed on Robin’s glittering face.  “F... fantastic.  How... how long are you venned for?”

“Two days.  I told Sam I wouldn’t change back early, unless you asked.”

Gabby grinned lasciviously.  “Think I’m going to ask?”

Robin giggled.  “Not any more.  How did I not know this about you?  Are you bi, or just really narcissistic?”

Gabby let go of the couch cushion and waved one hand vaguely.  “More the latter.  Do you mind?”

Robin shook his head.  “I spent a month as a girl last year on a dare.  I was enjoying it until I got my period...”  His face wrinkled in distaste.

“You can venn into female forms that are infertile, and don’t get a period,” said Gabby, slyly.

Robin’s eyes widened again.  “Oooh!”

Gabby slumped to the side on the couch, and gestured to Robin to come join her.  Robin snuggled up beside her, then giggled again.

“What?”

“We fit together better like this.”

Gabby purred happily as she ran her fingers through Robin’s long hair, working out some of the tangles.  “Oh, the things I want to do to you.  Do we really only have two days?”

“We both work on Monday.”

“You could work like this, our company’s flexible,” suggested Gabby eagerly.  “I’d be over every night if you did.”

“Sam will be here.  Oh geez, Sam!”

“What?”

Robin laughed.  “I guess he got what he wanted.  He’s my outfit.”

Gabby nuzzled in for a damp kiss, and a hand slipped down to caress Robin’s breast through the shiny fabric.  “Maybe we can get him to stay on, too.”

Robin cooed happily, then shook her head.  “Lingerie can’t pay a share of the rent.”

Gabby waved that concern off.  “He can be human during the week, and weekends like this.”

“Yeah, I can see him going for that.  Better than the coat-rack I offered.”

Gabby giggled.  “No!  Why would you be so mean?”

“First thing that came to mind.  I just wanted him out of the way.  I didn’t think you’d wear him, but when he asked, I figured... why not?”

Gabby grinned wickedly.  “You look divine.  Do you want to see me in that outfit?”

“I...  Yes and no?”

Gabby raised her eyebrow curiously.  “Which is it?”

“I’d feel weird about you wearing Sam.  Jealous.”

“So you’d prefer it if I was wearing you, not Sam?” giggled Gabby.

Robin leaned in for another kiss, then rolled Gabby on top of her.  That ended that line of questioning for some time.  Once they finally came up for air, Gabby grinned down at her sweetie.  “You didn’t answer.”

Robin huffed playfully, grinning up at Gabby.  “You may wear a friend, if you like.  But I want to be here for the kisses and the rest.”

Gabby plucked at a strap of Robin’s lingerie.  “Sam’s a good friend.  One of my oldest friends.  But yeah, we never connected that way.  It’d be weird.”  Then her grin returned to brighten the room.  “But I know just the person.  Emily.”

“Your roommate?  She’s into inanimate stuff?”

Gabby nodded.  “She’s trying to find a job as a department store mannequin.  She’s had a few contracts, a week here or there, but nobody’s paying enough to go full time.”

Robin shook her head.  “Weird.  Has she tried going with the mannequin look, but still able to move and talk?  She could do combo mannequin and salesclerk duty.”

Gabby tilted her head as she considered the idea.  “Huh.  Hadn’t thought of that.  I’ll ask her.”

They sat up so Gabby could get to her phone, and while she was texting Robin leaned against her.  “Do you really need so many emojis?”

Gabby stuck her tongue out.  “Always.”

Gabby’s phone pinged with a reply from Emily, and a brief discussion ensued.  Robin watched with her chin perched on Gabby’s shoulder.  “Wow.  She’s really into not moving.”

Another ping, and Gabby giggled.  “Yeah, but she seems excited about being something sexy for me to wear.  C’mon!”

“Now?  We should at least clean up, and I’ve only got one dress...”

“No you don’t.  You’ve got all the stuff I’ve left here over the last couple months, too.”

Robin’s eyes widened.  “You’ll share?”

“With my twinsie?  You bet your cute little bottom I will.”

Robin twisted to look at her posterior.  “Huh.  I do indeed have a cute little tush.  When did this happen, and why did nobody tell me?”

Gabby giggled at her sweetie.  “Your normal tush is okay, but it doesn’t hold a candle to mine.”

“That would be unwise, especially after you’ve had tacos.”

Gabby blinked in confusion for a moment, then burst into uproarious laughter.  “The only tacos getting eaten around here aren’t the food kind.  Now git!”  She swatted Robin’s rump, eliciting a squeal but also getting them moving toward the bedroom.

Robin stripped off her venned lingerie, as it had gotten decidedly sticky.  “I suppose I should hand wash this.  Can it wait?”

Gabby shook her head.  “Put it in to soak, we’ll deal with it and Emily later.”

When Robin returned to the bedroom, Gabby handed her a clean bra and panties, then made her try on a half dozen different dresses before going back to the first little black dress she’d suggested.  It didn’t quite match the one Gabby pulled from her backpack, but it was close.

Gabby drew Robin to the bathroom mirror, so they could pose as twins.  “God, seeing us like this makes me so...  Rrrh.  Not sure how long we’ll last shopping like this.”

“Who’s shopping?  Just meet your friend, change her, and we can be back here in a few minutes.”

Gabby put her hand to her breast as if shocked by this idea.  “Go to the mall and not shop?  What kind of woman are you?”

Robin laughed.  “The temporary kind.”

Gabby’s eyes gleamed with eagerness..  “Not if I have any say in it.”

“Are you serious about wanting to turn me into your twin long term?”

Gabby answered with a toe-curling kiss that ended up with them tumbled into the bed.  “Does that feel like I’m serious?”

Robin moaned ardently, panting a few breaths before she answered.  “Very serious indeed.  Okay, I’ll do it.  Work will just have to deal with the confusion of having two of you running around.”

“I showed up as twins once before.  That was fun.  This will be so much better...”

“Now what are you planning?”

“You’ll see.  To the mall!”

*** *** ***

Emily bounced eagerly when she saw two Gabbys approach the Venn Machine.  “Oooh, ooh, which one is which...”

Gabby and Robin paused and posed in front of Emily.  She peered at each in turn, circling around them to check them out.  “Wow.  This is really good.  But Robin’s hair is shorter than yours by a titch.”

Gabby agreed, and figured it was due to the reference picture Sam had used.  “Anything else?”

“Say something, Robin.”

“Like what?” asked Robin.

Emily winced.  “Oooh, that’ll never sell.  You’ve got her pitch, but that’s totally Robin’s voice.”

“Who else’s voice would I have?”

Emily rolled her eyes.  “You need to sound like Gabby if you want to pull this off.  Gabby, say something, Robin, try to echo it.”

“The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain,” said Gabby sincerely, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“The rain in Spain...  Hey, now I know you’re mocking me,” grumped Robin.  “That’s from My Fair Lady.”

“The most classic example of vocal coaching ever,” agreed Gabby with a grin.  “But I don’t want Robin to sound like me.”

Emily tilted her head curiously.  “But... twins?”

“Tried that, remember?”

Emily grinned.  “Oh, yeah!  That was a fun weekend, watching you try to act like two people and fail.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Gabby, gesticulating with her hands as if they were puppets making out.  “I also discovered I want someone who looks like me, but who I can tell isn’t me.”

“Weird.”

Robin had to laugh at that.  “That’s the part you find weird in all this?  Gabby wants me to stay like this.”

“And I want to be a mannequin.”  Emily shrugged, then waved her hands at the nearby Venn Machine.  “And we all can be whatever we want to be.  How cool is that?”

“When you put it like that...” mused Robin.  “Do I want to be a twin?  I mean... there is something fundamentally appealing about how we fit like this.  And the whole sharing clothing thing is intimate in a way I never dreamed.”

Gabby pulled Robin into a hug and kissed her fiercely.  “I will make this so worth your while.”

Robin giggled dazedly.  “Right.  That too.  Hot lesbian sex on the regular?  Yes please.  Just... one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Last time I was female I figured out I’m not a lesbian.  Closer to bi.  Can I turn you into a guy once in a while?”

Gabby’s expression stilled as she considered that.  Her eyes focussed on a scene far, far away.  “Me, as a guy, fucking myself?”

“Mhmm.”

Gabby kissed Robin again, even more ferociously than last time.  When she finally broke for air, she gasped, “I accept.  How did you know?”

Robin panted for breath before answering.  “Know what?”

“How to make it even hotter.  You didn’t know?  Of course you didn’t know, I didn’t know.  God.  Can we try now?”

Emily coughed for attention.  “Not if I’m going to be the lingerie.  I signed up for Gabby on Gabby action.”

Robin grinned languidly.  “It’s okay.  We can do that later.  Seeing you in fantasy lingerie will be hot, too.  How far are you willing to go, Emily?”

Emily grinned back at Robin.  “All the way.  Trust Gabby, she knows me.”

The Venn Machine opened finally, disgorging two guys with rippling muscles and skin-tight shirts to show them off.  They flexed in front of the machine to appreciative ooohs from the girls.  Then they turned to each other and kissed with a burning intensity that got even more cheers.

Emily ignored all that, and by the time the two had moved off, she’d set the machine for a sixteen hour change.  Gabby looked at her curiously, raising an eyebrow interrogatively.

“I have another interview Saturday afternoon, and not much to do until then,” answered Emily.

“I’ll make sure you get a lovely hand-wash and dry.”

Emily purred.  “Your handwashes are the best.  If I wasn’t so set on being a mannequin...”  She stepped into the Venn Machine.

Gabby followed.  Robin paced outside, then grinned when she saw Gabby emerge.  “All set?”

Gabby nodded, and carefully packed Emily away without showing her new lingerie to Robin.  “This should be fun...”

Back at Robin’s place, Gabby banished her to the couch while she went into the bedroom to change.  After a few minutes she called out, “Come on in!”

Robin didn’t have to be asked twice.  She darted into the bedroom then stopped cold at the sight before her.  Gabby was dressed in a jet-black version of the babydoll Robin had worn earlier.  She also had thick black ribbons tied to her wrists and ankles, ribbons which snaked away to the corners of the bed and left her very little room to wriggle.

“Oh.  Oh my.  Someone’s been a naughty girl, but how did you manage all this?”

“The ribbons are mobile.  Emily’s idea, after I mentioned yours.”

Robin traced her fingertips down the ribbon pinning Emily’s right foot.  It was thick and a little warm to the touch, and shuddered with pleasure as she stroked it.  “Ooooh.  How... intimate are you two?”

“She likes being things.  We’ve never made out, but I’ve worn her before, and masturbated while wearing her.  Then made it up to her with a lovely handwash...  Um, more than a few times, honestly.”

Robin smiled down at Emily.  “So this is new ground for you, too?  Should we establish some sort of safety rules?  I’ve never had anyone at my mercy like this before, and... while it looks divine and delicious, I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Gabby giggled.  “I...  Emily knows me.  If I truly want to get free, she’ll let go.”

“That’s a start, but I don’t know what you’re getting from this.  What’s the story?  Have I trapped you to take over your life?”

Gabby gasped loudly and started to squirm.  “Mnnnh...  You fiend, what do you want from me?”

Robin let a wicked grin spread across her face.  “Oh my dear.  I want everything from you.  When I’m done here, you’ll be a pale shadow of yourself, and I will know everything I need to become you, to take over your lovely life and live it in your place.”  She traced a finger up Gabby’s leg, then held her hand a few inches above Gabby’s pussy.

Gabby moaned loudly, then arched her back to try to lean into the touch.

“Ah, ah,” chided Robin.  “You have to earn that.  Tell me a secret.  Something only Emily would know.”  She teased with touches to one side or the other.

“I...  Gnhhh....  When you were away for Thanksgiving, I lied to her.  Said I’d turn her into... panties.  Turned her into a dildo.  Used her all weekend.”

Robin leaned in and kissed Gabby on her mound.  “Mmm, good girl.  But that’s not the whole secret, is it?  You liked it.  A lot.”

Gabby panted, staring up at Robin with wide eyes.  “How?”

Robin smirked a little more widely.  “Went through police training, but gave it up, too stressful.  I aced the interrogation course.  Tell me the dark secret I see in your eyes, and I’ll make you see stars.”

“I wanted to keep her,” gasped Gabby.  “Turn her for a month, use pleasure to bind her.”

“Do you really think she’d have wanted that?” asked Robin archly.

Gabby shook her head violently.  “Emily would have hated it.”

Robin leaned in close to Gabby’s face, almost close enough for a kiss.  Gabby strained for it, then fell back.  “Tell me what you really want.”

Gabby shook her head, and tried her best to stay mute as Robin continued to tease her, nibbling here and there before repeating the question, working Gabby up into a frenzy.

“Tell me, and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Fuck me!”

Robin smirked and pulled away from Gabby, standing over her prone form.  “Not until you tell me.”

Gabby slumped and whimpered.  “This was not what I wanted.”

“Yes it is.  You wanted to be the toy.  The one that someone teased into giving up her life to be just a pleasure-addled fuck-toy.”

Gabby stared up at Robin wide eyed.  “How...”

Robin leaned in closer.  “I can do that for you.  You just have to admit it.”

“I...”  Gabby shook her head, then looked up at Robin with pleading eyes.  “Promise?  All of it?”

Robin nodded.

“It’s... not enough to be the toy.  Someone would miss me.”  Gabby’s eyes bored into Robin’s, seeing her own face above her.  “But not if you stayed like that.”

“You want me to take over your life...” Robin mused softly.  “It won’t be easy.  I’d be missed, too.”

“You’ll... you’ll really do it?”

Robin nodded.  “There.  Was that so bad?”

Gabby’s eyes were suddenly wet. “Thank you.”

Robin snuggled up beside her and kissed her gently on the lips.  “This is going to be an adventure.  For both of us.”

Emily let go of the bedposts then, and snuggled around Gabby and Robin as they cuddled on the bed, then progressed to rather more...

*** *** ***

The next morning, Robin put her plan into action.  They brought Emily to the mall with them, and restored her to human form.  Robin asked for her help in learning how to pass as Gabby, and in return Emily asked to be turned into the sort of half-mannequin Robin had mentioned before.

Robin shook hands with Emily.  “I’ll do my best.”

They spent the next hour doing intensive voice coaching and mimicking, then moved on to posture lessons and matching Gabby’s walk.  Robin found the latter particularly frustrating, because even with the glass fronts of the mall stores, she couldn’t see what she was doing wrong.

They took a coffee break after a few hours, then returned to the Venn Machines.  Emily asked for her payment, and offered a “possible fix” for Robin’s problem.  Both of them trusted Gabby to watch over them, so they set the machine for a year.

After a long pause, three figures emerged from the machine.  From one side emerged two Robins, both looking like Gabby.  Emily looked mostly like herself, except that she had much glossier skin that glittered under the mall lights.  Both had trouble walking – Robin, because of two bodies, and Emily because her joints were stiffer than normal.

Gabby did her best to help both of her friends as they were staggering about, but she was one arm short.  She helped both Robins to sit on a bench, then went back to Emily who was standing stock still.  “Em?”

Emily’s face broke out into a smile. “This works.”

“What works?”

“I can feel my joints stiffening up.”  With a visible struggle she managed to get one arm moving, and waved it at Gabby before taking up another pose.

“Are you going to be okay?” asked Gabby worriedly.

“Give me a few minutes to really solidify and we’ll see.”

As Gabby watched Emily settle into her pose, the Robins were working out how to move only one body’s limbs at a time.  Holding Gabby’s hand from one body helped anchor them as to which was which, and after a couple minutes the other Robin was walking slowly around the bench.

“Hey Em,” called Gabby.  “Are you still with us?”

Emily giggled softly and her lips curved into a grin.  “Yeah.  I think I’m about as stiff as I’m going to get.  Doesn’t seem to do my face, but that’s easy enough to manage.”

“I wanted you to be able to communicate,” said both Robins.  “Oops, drat,” said just the walking one.

The seated Robin studied Emily.  “Can you move your fingers?”

Emily wiggled them. “Yeah, they didn’t stiffen up as much.”  She worked her way up her arms, loosening up the joints progressively.  Her hips proved too stiff to muscle her way through, but kneading them with her hands loosened them up after a few seconds.  “This is fantastic.”

“You really like it?” asked both Robins eagerly.

Emily nodded.  “It’s perfect.”

“Well, that’s you settled, then.  How does having two of me solve the ‘act like Gabby’ issue?  Best I can do right now is act like falling-down-drunk Gabby.”

“Hey,” protested Gabby.  “I’m not that bad.”

“Remember our graduation party?” asked the Robin sitting beside Gabby.

“Um... not very well, no.”

“My point exactly.”

Gabby pouted and crossed her arms.  Emily pointed at Gabby.  “Try to act like that.  Same pose, same expression.”

Robin did her best to approximate Gabby’s posture.  “This feels... off.”

“Yeah. Have your other self look at both of you, and adjust until it’s perfect.”

Robin giggled.  “Oh!  Now I see.  I can see both me, and her.”

They found after some practice that it was easier to have one Robin sitting while the other was moving and mimicking Gabby.  They played it up a bit like a mime routine, with Robin following Gabby around and doing her best to mimic every move, every word.  After about an hour, they knocked off to go eat some lunch.  At Emily’s urging, they carried her off to the food court, and she stood watch over their table in full mannequin mode while they each went off to a different stall to get food.

When the Robins returned to the table with a burger on one tray, and a salad on the other, Emily giggled at them.  “Starting to feel like two people?”

Robin frowned at her burger.  “Yes and no.  It’s weird.  Copycat-Robin is feeling like... she’s at least as much Gabby as she is me.”

“Oooh, so it’s working!”

“What’s working?” asked Gabby as she sat down with her salad.

Emily slowly freed up her arm, then pointed at the salad one of the Robins was eating with apparent enjoyment.  “She’s learning to let the body do its thing.”

“Huh,” mused Gabby.  “That didn’t work for me.  Maybe because both were me, and with Robin... oh.”  A broad grin spread across her face.  “Hey Gabby!”

One of the Robins glanced up at her.  The other did a double take.  “What the hell?”

“If you change enough, the body gets a mind of its own.  Apparently your body’s mind thinks it’s Gabby,” explained Emily.

“Oooh, do you know my password?” asked Gabby.

Both Robins shook their heads.  “It’s not like that,” said the one with the salad.  “I don’t have your memories, and yet...”  She frowned and stared off into the distance.  “It’s weird.  I remember growing up as a girl, but it’s mostly Robin’s memories... except... I’m there with him?  Do you have that, Robin?”

Robin shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on, think back.  Can you imagine going to the beach with your twin sister?” asked Emily.

Robin shook her head.  “Sorry.  Wait, if I’m Robin, then who’s she?”

“Gabby,” said her twin.  She glanced over at the real Gabby.  “Think I can pass?”

“Getting there, but I don’t think you’ll be ready in time for work tomorrow.”

Robin’s expression fell.  “Aw, man.  I forgot all about Sam!”

“Hey Emily,” asked Gabby.  “Want to swap roomies?”

Emily smirked.  “I might not even need an apartment.  How about we both move out?”

“We could get a bigger apartment,” mused Robin.

“Or we could see if Sam wants to take up a spot in your closet.  Emily can wear him when she’s posing at home, instead of on the job...”

Robin chuckled.  “Yeah, I don’t think he’d go for it.  Then again, I wasn’t expecting to be your twin all weekend, either.”

“Or become twins,” added the other Robin.  “But...  Sam seemed eager to be lingerie, so if we promised to wear him lots...”

Robin raised an eyebrow, studying her twin.  “And you’d be okay with that?”

“Hell yes.”

“You really are becoming another person.”

Robin’s duplicate shrugged.  “I’m becoming a kinkier version of Gabby.”

“That doesn’t seem possible,” quipped Emily.

Gabby smirked.  “I’m hoping you’ll take over my life, and leave me stuck as something wicked and kinky.  Can you top that?”

“I’m going to be the one taking over your life and wearing a living vibrator to work.”

Gabby inhaled sharply.  “You’d do that?  Can I get changed now?”

Robin smirked.  “First, you need to train your doppelganger.  Though...”  An evil grin crossed her face.

“What?  I’ll do it!”

Robin summoned up a wicked laugh.  “I’m going to turn you into a teeny bug, sitting in her ear.  You can tell her everything she needs to know.  A literal Jiminy Cricket.”

Gabby nodded eagerly.  “I’ll do it!”  She practically dragged Robin off to the Venn Machine.  Once there, she set it for a month but Robin overruled her.

“You’re going to be tiny.  I’d hate to lose you... and that’s setting you off, too.”

Gabby giggled.  “The idea of being a little bug, crawling around our apartment while you have no idea where I am?  Yeah, kinda.  I totally want to be a fly on the wall when you two go at it.”

Robin blushed, and looked away.  “I don’t... I mean, she’s me, right?  It’d be weird.”

“I can still see your nipples.  Your very pointy nipples.  You totally want to bang your ‘kinkier than the original’ Gabby clone.”

Robin frowned.  “I can’t feel her any more.  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetie.  You just disconnected from her by going in a Venn Machine.  You can get her memories later.  So she really is a Gabby-clone now.  C’mon, turn me into a bug already!”

Robin shook her head.  “One bug, coming up.  Hopefully I can make you loud enough to be heard.”

A few taps later, Robin was squinting to see the tiny thing in the display.  “Are you sure about this?  You’re going to be helpless.”

“Robin, that’s the point.  There’s another Gabby taking over my life, and I’m so turned on I can’t stand it!  Change me already!”

Robin’s hand flicked out to the button.  “Can you still talk?”

There was a faint squeaking from the tiny thing on the other side of the Venn Machine, which Robin hoped was proof enough that Gabby would be audible from close up.

She waited patiently while the little bug kept squeaking up at her.  She imagined that it sounded eager, perhaps even happy, but it was difficult to tell for sure.  Once the doors opened, she carefully stepped into the other half and set her hand on the floor in front of the bug.  It quickly scampered aboard.

Robin held the little bug-thing up in front of his face so he could get a good look at it.  It looked very much like a shiny green ladybug, and if he squinted it looked like it had Gabby’s face.  “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Never better!” squeaked the bug, clear as day.

“Cool, I can hear you.  Hey Gabby-clone.”

The woman who was waiting beside Emily snorted.  “That name’s not going to do.  Just call me Gabby.”

“But this is Gabby,” protested Robin, holding up the bug in her hand.

“Nope.  That’s Bug.  I’m Gabby now.”

Robin glanced down at Bug.  “Are you...”  She stopped when she saw Bug was dancing excitedly.  “You’re not just okay with this, you’re ecstatic.  Of course.  Here.”  She held the bug out to Gabby, who soon had it in place in her ear.

“Oooh, nice.  Comfy in there?  Oh, good.  Can you hear her, Robin?”

Robin shook her head.  “She must be whispering.”

Gabby winced, then giggled.  “Yep.  At full bore she’s painfully loud.  No trouble getting my attention, that’s for sure.”

“She’s very good at that.”

Gabby grinned slyly.  “Mmm, good idea.”

Robin raised an eyebrow curiously, just in time to be pounced by Gabby and given a ferocious, dizzying kiss.  When they finally broke for air, Emily cheered them both.  “You two look cute together.”

Robin shook her head.  “I... what?”

“Gonna drag you home and do this right,” purred Gabby.  “Catch you later, Emily.  Good luck with the interview.”

Emily grinned.  “I’m sure they’ll take a shine to me.”

*** *** ***

Robin lay panting on the bed, covered in sweat and other liquids.  “Fuck.  You’re even better at that than Gabby was.”

Gabby giggled.  “I am Gabby.  She’s bug.  And she had some of the ideas.”

“She’s still in your ear?”

Gabby shook her head.  “You were very vigorous.  I’m sure she had a ball watching us.”

“Yep!” peeped a tiny but remarkably loud voice from the headboard.  “Great view from up here.”

Robin craned her neck back and squinted.  “Oh, hey Bug.  So... you’re sure about this?”

Bug bounced up and down.  “That was totally awesome!”

Robin giggled.  “It really, really was.  Okay, you’re hired.”

“Eh?”

“As Gabby.  I’m in.”

Gabby lunged forward with renewed vigour and kissed Robin ferociously.

They were eventually interrupted by Sam’s appearance next to them on the bed.  Robin squeaked and tried to cover up, but Gabby just rolled away from her and posed saucily on the bed.  “Hey big boy.  Like what you see?”

Sam staggered to his feet, and stared at Gabby.  He appeared to be having a great degree of difficulty forming words.  The drool and lolling tongue were getting in the way.

“I think he does,” giggled Robin.  “I had no idea he still had such a crush on you.”

Gabby blinked up at Sam, and then sat up in the bed to face him properly.  “Do you?”

Sam nodded.

“Since when?”

“Since always.  But you made your position clear.”

Gabby slipped from the bed and to her knees in front of Sam.  “How about this position?”

Sam stared down in confusion as Gabby started undoing his belt.  “What?  What happened?”

“The Gabby with hangups about you is gone.  This Gabby is waay kinkier, and knows what you look like naked.  Rowr.”

Sam’s pants fell to the floor, revealing a monster of an erection.  “I...  God, Robin’s a friend, I shouldn’t...”  Sam turned to the identical twin of the woman at his feet.  “This is very confusing.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she stared at Sam’s crotch.  “Oh.  Oh wow.”

“What?  I thought you weren’t into guys.”

“I didn’t think so either.  But...”

“What?”

“Damn.  Just... damn.  Mind if I watch?”

Sam boggled at Robin.  “Uh... this is your girlfriend, man.  And you’re okay with...”

Robin tilted her head to one side as she studied the tableau before her.  The sexy, sexy tableau.  “Only one way to find out.”

“There really is more tha... yeep!”  Sam’s reply was cut short by Gabby deep-throating him.

“Yep, still sexy.”

*** *** ***

“We need to talk.”

Robin looked up from her book.  “I expected as much, yes.  You two looked good together.”

“Yeah, but... Gabby is your girlfriend.  I know she’s also you and not you and this is insane.”  Sam was wearing a terrycloth robe, and his hair was still damp from the shower he had just finished.  He sat heavily on the opposite end of the couch from Robin.

Robin carefully marked her place and set the book aside.  “And I have no objections to any of this.  How can I be jealous of myself?”

Sam stared up at the ceiling.  “This is still insane.”

“What is your objection?”

“How would this even work?”

Robin smiled.  “I don’t know.  What do you want?”

“You’re very distracting.”

Robin giggled.  “It’s a fair cop.  But society’s to blame.”

Sam lowered his gaze to glare at her.  “Stop quoting things at me and be serious.”

“I am perfectly serious,” said Robin levelly.  “I do not object to you and my clone-slash-girlfriend carrying on a sexual relationship.  Bug says, and I quote, ‘bang that like a drum’.  She enjoyed watching.”

“Did you?”

“Mmm.  Not quite as much as I’d hoped.  Voyeurism isn’t the same as being involved.”

Sam’s eyebrows lifted.  “Is that what you want?  I didn’t think you would.”

Robin shook her head.  “Not with you, with her.”

“But she’s you.”

“And she thinks she’s a kinky version of Gabby.”

As if summoned by her name, Gabby appeared.  Naked, of course.  “This sounds like a talk I need to be part of.”

Robin smiled at her, and gestured toward the open spot between her and Sam.  “Definitely.”

Gabby sat, then turned to recline against Robin, while putting her feet in Sam’s lap.  Sam groaned, “You are even more distracting than she is.”

“I do my best.  And after I catch my breath...”

Robin giggled.  “Scamp.”

Gabby twisted to kiss Robin on the breast.  “You know it.”

“Enough.  We need to sort this out.”

“What’s to sort out?  You want to do me, Sam wants to do me, I’ve got libido enough for both of you.”

Robin blinked a few times.  “Oh.  Um.  Sam?”

“Works for me.”

“Huh.  I thought for sure we’d end up with a third wheel...”

Gabby giggled.  “Tricycles are stable.”

“There is nothing stable about this situation.  Still... as long as we’re all having fun, right?”

“Right,” agreed Sam.

“Speaking of which...”  Gabby snuggled up with Robin.  “Think I can talk you into going male and...”  She glanced significantly at Sam.

“Uh... we’ll talk about it, okay?  Right now it’s the Gabby and Gabby show at work.”

Gabby clapped her hands.  “This is going to be so much fun.”