As contrast to my further 24-hours-caging, Mistress decided to use our DNA Generators again. She had in mind the bright white look, we cloned few days ago. The difference today was the order, to wear my own set too. I was commanded to take place inside the generator´s molding-cabine. My owner loaded database and made me smile in joy by promising me a less heavy body and finally much smaller breasts.
The DNA molding-process himself is free from pain or any hurting. I felt warm touchings from a dense, red lightcloud, the cabine was quick filled with. After the light was gone, i left the machine with weak legs but clearly less bodyweight. Mistress Lillian reached me the wanted dress, a white, luxurious shiny pantyhose, the glistening and sparkling white crystal-pumps and the indispensable lucent white wig.
An excellent makeup, we both did completes the twin-look.
To kneel like a degraded clone, next to my Mistress was her task for the next hours. She choosed the couches outside Central Pavillon, often well visited by dominants and their admires, subs and friends. Not a good place for hiding.
Neverending waves of thick shame boarded over me and took away my deeper breath. Were there a giggling and laughing few seconds ago ? Did they whispering my deepest fall from ear to ear ?
Was it disgust or fleer, sparkling in their eyes ? I was on the way to become mad on this. But why i was ashamed yet ? What i had to loose more ? A "nothing" has rarely to loose something.
Resignation covered me in a secure cloud of silence, opened space to enjoy intense the wise care of my Mistress and at least gave me the stability to please my owner with a worthy attention and submission, she deserves.
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