BECOMING CARTER EVANS - PART II

I’d been living as Carter for over two months now and enjoying every moment. Fortunately I had the real Carter waiting at home for me everyday and, with his help, I’d learned his every mannerism, perfected his style and swagger.

The most surprising thing is how much we enjoyed fucking each other. He loved playing with an identical copy of himself and I loved being played with. It was strange because I’d always considered myself straight, but the more we played around the more I found myself craving it. I wanted more, but I also found myself falling for Carter … but there’s no way there could suddenly be two Carter Samuel Evans in the world.

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BECOMING CARTER EVANS

His name was Carter and he lived next door to me. When he’d first moved in I’d tried to introduce myself and do the whole “good neighbor” thing, but what I learned very quickly is that even though Carter looked like a nice guy on the outside who definitely had his shit together when it came to looks and fashion, he was a narcissistic asshole. He brought a different girl home every night, and I always heard him sweet talking them in the hall outside my door. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to be Carter and, finally made the decision that’s exactly what I was going to do.