Kent woke slowly, feeling the sun on his face. He was still outside on the lounge chair, his body feeling lighter after the short nap. He must have passed out after the incredible orgasm he had. A smile spread across his face as he stretched, feeling Julie’s muscles respond; Kent was still in her body, after all.

The entire day lay ahead of him.

Maybe he should explore. But first, he should check up on his own body.

He made his way back up to the attic, skin still glistening from the sticky lemonade and towel draped over one shoulder, Julie’s bikini clinging in all the right (and wrong) places. As he stepped into the dusty heat, a flicker of something familiar caught his eye—half-hidden beneath a collapsed towel and a stack of Christmas lights.

The doll.

Kent froze, then chuckled. “You again.”

It was still lying there—face tilted toward the ceiling, painted eyes staring through him, just like before. Kent nudged it with his foot. Nothing. He bent down, brushing the towel away completely, and picked the doll up in both hands.

"Round two?"

The moment his fingers wrapped around the fabric, something shifted in the room. A faint warmth sparked at the center of his palm, tingling through Julie’s nerves. Not quite the same as the first time, but there was something—some link, still active, still humming.

Kent looked down at the still form of his body nearby. “Let’s try this.”

With the doll in one hand, he waved the other toward his original body like a stage magician. “Rise and shine, handsome.”

At first, nothing happened. Then a twitch. A roll. A groggy shift of limbs and breath. His body blinked against the attic dust and sat up slowly, like a groggy teenager coming off a hangover.

It was weird.

Kent-as-Julie tilted his head. “Huh. You’re uglier than I remember.”

The clone blinked blearily. “And you’re meaner.”

Kent smiled, then gave a careless wave of his hand. “Get up. Time to be useful.”

The clone groaned but pushed himself up, limbs stiff and reluctant. “You really brought me back just to make me clean?”

Kent-as-Julie nodded, amused. “I’m giving you purpose.”

“Pretty sure this counts as self-abuse,” the clone muttered, grabbing the broom.

Kent’s eyes narrowed. “Straighten your …