Impostor (Identity Theft, Body Swap, Vanity Transformation)

 

My beautiful fiancée, Julia, was so genuine, sweet, and thoughtful. 

She was a modern geek: pretty, intelligent, and social. She loved Game of Thrones, comic book movies, novels, video games, and cute kittens. She had a sweet personality and many friends. She enjoyed helping people. I was in love with her.

But then something changed.

I didn’t even realize it at first but looking back the signs were obvious. She had a bitchy, entitled attitude. She wanted to be spoiled. She bought herself expensive gifts using our hard-earned money, which we were saving for our wedding. She started wearing high heels, gorgeous makeup, and sexy, figure-hugging outfits. She was obsessed with designer clothing and luxury. She went to the best plastic surgeon she could find to get large breast implants.

She treated me like an object for her pleasure, a fucking machine, in the bedroom. She suddenly liked dirty talk and couldn’t stop talking about how tall and good looking I was while she was worshiping my big dick. She said big dicks were the best, especially when they were rich. She was superficial and self-centered now and it really concerned me.

It all came together when I overhead her talking to someone on the phone. 

“Oh yes, he’s completely fooled. I’m finally living like a queen while I get to fuck his big dick every night. The poor romantic fool has no idea that I stole his sweet little fiancée’s body. He’s all mine.” 

I was sick to my stomach when I heard that. She stole my fiancée’s body! I had to know what happened to Julia. I needed to get her back. When I confronted the impostor with the truth, I demanded that she tell me where Julia was. She laughed in my face. 

“You don’t have to worry about that. Your sweet Julia is the whore she deserves to be. She’s far away and doesn’t speak much English now. It’s a shame she’s so plain and unremarkable. Even if I told you where she was and you rescued her, she’s not your type at all. You like women with beautiful faces and hourglass curves. Did you notice that you haven’t stopped looking at my cleavage ever since I had them upgraded?” 

I told her that it didn’t matter what Julia looked like. I loved her with all of my heart. There’s no way I would marry a vain, selfish woman who was only interested in me for my good looks and money. 

It didn’t matter that the impostor, now in my fiancée’s body, looked absolutely amazing in her tight, designer clothes and sexy high heels. It didn’t matter that she had that perfect slim & stacked look that I loved so much. It didn’t matter that the manipulative bitch genuinely loved to worship and rub my big dick all over her face every night.

No, no, no… I’m not addicted to her… I love that she’s so entitled and bitchy… no, I mean, I hate it…. she’s evil… I have to think about Julia…