I would be lying if I didn't say I enjoyed Nathan's content. Late into the night I would find myself in the room watching everything he had uploaded for the day. There was just something about how he wore Natalia's body that felt so natural and real. It didn't take long for Nathan to run out of space on his phone from the hundreds of pics and vids he had taken, so we switched to a private instagram account to fix the problem. When I was alone in my room all I wanted to do was walk over to Natalia's and fuck him. Natalia's body was designed for me, she was everything I wanted in a woman minus Nathan's personality. Yet when I would leave my room, seduction on the mind, I felt an instant repulsion. I became utterly disgusted with myself at the thought of Nathan-as-Natalia. He was my best friend, and she was related to me. If we ever slept together nothing would ever be the same.
I also would be lying if I didn't find the hours upon hours of moans coming from Natalia's room annoying. Here I would be, jerking off at my computer until my balls ran dry meanwhile Nathan would be fucking random men left and right. I wanted to fuck Natalia, I should be in that room with her and yet I couldn't. With my ability to manifest anybody into Natalia she was practially my own creation, and yet I wasn't allowed to do anything with whoever wore her skin.
Nathan's moans grew louder and louder and I turned my music up louder and louder to drown him out. I watched the video of him in the red lingerie over and over again. He was right it was something to marvel at. I produced a box of tissues from my desk drawer and began to roll down my pants.
My pants didn't get far before I heard the door behind me swing open. I turned out and and saw Natalia's naked silhouette standing in the doorway. Nathan flipped on the lights and walked in. He wore only a pair of boxers, definitely not his own and stood next to me at the computer.
"Man I knew you fucking loved that video," he motioned for me to scootch over on my seat. I gave him some space. He looked down at my half exposed crotch and smiled. "Want a handy?" He asked.
My brain flooded with repulsion, I wanted to gag. "No dude," I scooted further, "I can do it myself."
"What it's not sex? How hot would it be to be jerked off by the very woman you watch every night?" He reached for my thigh, I shot up off the chair.
"No means no," I said, "or Thor gets the body again."
"Alright dude," he backed off and patted the seat. I sat back down. "Have you seen the new stuff or are you sticking with the classics?"
Classics he called them, he'd only been Natalia for fifteen days and he's already using the word classics.
"It doesn't matter I want to show you them anyways," he opened up Chrome and logged into our private Insta. The Insta had been flooded with another series of changing room videos. Nathan had developed a habit of going to the mall and spending hours playing dressup with himself. He said it took a lot of will power to not buy everything in the store that fit him. He started going on and on about how Natalia's body was like a canvas to him, and he was the artist. I had heard that same spiel before. There were new videos though, vidoes of him at some sort of dance club, probably downtown. He had left earlier in the evening to "run errands" this must be the errands he mentioned.
"I can look at your Insta whenever I want," I said, "why are you here?"
"I'll cut the crap," he shifted his attention from the monitor to me. "Remember how we said we'd go see Twenty One Pilots live before we graduate?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Well I just scored us some backstage passes!" He squeeled.
"Is everything alright Nat?" I head a deep voice come from behind us. In the doorframe stood a tall man with an exceptionally fit body.
Nathan cursed in Russian then looked back at the man, "Of course everything's fine Paul. Can you see we're having a moment?"
"I thought you were taking a piss. Who's this?" He asked pointing to me.
"My adorable American cousin," he patted me on he head. I wanted to transform Thor right then. "This is his parents', how do you say, house. They're letting me stay here for the summer." Nathan really leaned into the Russian accent when he spoken to anybody but me.
"Look," Paul said, "I don't know what your family's like so no judging, but why are you topless with him? And are those photos of you?" He peered over to the monitor.
"We are a very, how do you say, progressive family, Paul. It's not fair you men can show your chest everywhere you go while I can't because I'm a woman."
"Fair is fair," he nodded. "So what's with the photos?"
"Such a big question from a man like you," Nathan's voice grew harsher, "you're the one who gets paid to expose your body."
"Alright, alright," he backed away from the door, "I just was curious is all."
"Can you leave us alone?" Nathan grew stern. "We're talking important business."
"What am I supposed to do?" Paul asked.
"How about you make yourself useful and make me a drink?"
"What do you want?"
"Moscow muel, and a white Russian," Nathan demanded.
"Alright, on their way," he began walking away only to turn around, "uhh where's the liqour?"
"Downstairs," I finally said.
"One moscow muel and one white russian coming up," he clapped his hands and walked out of view.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Just my fuck buddy for the night. He's an underwhere model, these are his," Nathan pulled at the boxers. "To be honest I think they look better on me. Oh and he's the guy who'll get us backstage passes to Twenty One Pilots. He knows a guy who runs the Saturn Theatre."
"Great!" This was it, Nathan working Natalia's body for both of us not just himself. "When's the show?"
"In two weeks," Nathan squealed. "Dude in two weeks we're going to meet Nick and Chris in person! Can you believe it?"
No, in fact I couldn't. I couldn't even believe the crazy three weeks of my life, now we're going to see our favorite band together! "I fucking love you man," I said giving him a hug. He reciprocated. It felt great getting this close to Natalia's body without any sense of repulsion.