Lacey wasn’t like the others. Lacey might drive me mad because I wanted to be the thing pressed in between her legs. I wanted to experience Lacey—take pleasure—and it was messing with my head.

I walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. I held my shoulders in a straight line. Dark eyelashes framed golden glowing eyes that looked almost too sharp, a little cruel. I clenched my thighs, looking over the way the different bands of muscle met in this body. It was a comfortable body and Lacey liked it.

What if I didn’t become Lacey? I swallowed thickly, not liking the direction of my thoughts.

I opened the top drawer to the left and a tube of lipstick rolled back and forth before I plucked it out. If I didn’t want to be Lacey then what was this? I had to want to be Lacey. The lipstick was a deep red. I leaned on the counter, closer to the mirror as I spread it across my lips. Then I padded back into the bedroom and crawled over her.

This was all still part of my process. In the beginning, it started as a slight tug, drawing me in and making me watch. After a while that wasn’t enough, I needed to watch them up close, insert myself in their lives. For instance, becoming their new household pet. A strange, large cat that showed up out of the blue.

Then I’d begin to use their things, steal them. Stick their personal toothbrush in my mouth as I jerked off.

Then there was this. When their things no longer satisfied me and I needed to touch them, to taste them, to hear their whimpers and moans in my ear. To watch how they shivered and came, drinking it in, acting it out.

After this…well, the next stage would be the end. It was almost time for Lacey.

On the bed, I swung over the top of her on all fours, my cock aching. Her lipstick was still clutched in my hand, still smeared over my lips. Leaning in, I pressed my mouth over her beating heart leaving a kiss mark in deep red. I inhaled her smell then moved on to a new stretch of her body, my lips going to her neck, just below her ear. I had to bite back a groan, she smelled so strongly here. She didn’t wake up, breathing slow and steady in a peaceful sleep. She looked relaxed for once. A nefarious grin tickled my mouth.

Again and again—her shoulder, her collarbone. I reapplied her lipstick, wanting the evidence of my mouth on her. Finally, I pressed my mouth to the edge of hers. Her cracked-open lips begged me to delve in deeper but I didn’t. My hips rolled on their own, humping empty air. I thought about the golden vibrator in the bedside drawer. I imagined how she’d look waking up to me pressing that between her legs, dialing up the speed slowly, her fingers digging into my arms. Shock and defiance in her eyes as her legs shook.