There we both stood, two girls in the same room, naked. There wasn't anything sexual in it for me. It was just a favor. This other woman? She was my best friend. She stepped forward, and kissed me fully on the lips.
 
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I came to her home, crying like a child. My boyfriend had just dumped me and she'd always been my safe haven whenever I was sad. She was always so strong, shouldering her own burdens and helping to carry my own.
 
She was average in looks. Average height, average build, average skin, but those qualities accentuated her better ones. She has medium length red hair with a slight wave to it, and her eyes were a similar shade. I had wondered about that before, and she had told me about another uniqueness to her.
 
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She held me in an embrace as our kiss continued. I was kissing her back, which surprised me in a way. I wasn't into other girls, but something about this moment just felt right. We broke off ther kiss long enough to catch our breath.
 
During our second kiss I guided my hand down her back towards her rump. Her skin was surprisingly soft, and as I groped her I felt my skin begind to tingle lightly. It felt like my hand was about to go number, and then my arm followed. I gasped for breath again, because even though it felt strange, I enjoyed losing my tactile sense there.
 
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"I can merge." She told me. I was confused, I had never heard of merging before. I pressed her for details and she continued. "I'm able to combine my body with those of other people. That's why I have red eyes, one of my most recent progenitors had red eyes and they were given to me."
 
I asked her 'Why did you use that word? If you merge with someone don't you just take their looks?' She laughed at me, and continued explaining.
 
"No, whenever I merge with someone, both of them are used to recreate my mind. I'm not the same person I was one merge ago, and definitely not the same as twenty merges ago. Each time I do it, it's like I'm a parent helping to create a child."
 
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It was becoming hard to focus. Try as I might, I couldn't keep it in my mind that this wasn't something sexual for me. She wasn't helping matters either, but I guess when two bodies are pressed up against each other, the heat of the moment gets to you.
 
She had taken my hand, guiding it to her breast. It was soft, like a warm pillow. I felt the tingle again and saw my hand slowly lose it's definition. Her breast was doing the same, and as we continued our activity it became impossible to tell where I ended and she began.
 
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I myself am not so average. My body is much more hourglass then her's, my hair is long and blond. I've also go green eyes, one feature I'm most proud of. She said she envied my looks, and would give anything to be with me. I knew what she meant, but taken out of context it sounded more like she'd want me as a girlfriend. Perhaps she did?
 
'I don't know. It sounds kind of scary,' I said. 'Isn't it like dying?'
 
She pulled me into one of her comforting hugs. "No. It feels so wonderful. I can remember the moment clearly. You can feel yourself coming together on such a deep level. You know that you were meant for each other."
 
'I'm still not sure. There's so much I want to do. I have a boyfriend even. How would he take it if I suddenly disappeared and whatever we became showed up at his doorstep?' I tried voicing my worries, hoping she wouldn't force the matter.
 
"Then we don't have to," she said. Her smile was motherly. "You can continue to be you and I'll continue to be me, and whatever happens happens. However," she leaned in closely, kissing me on the forhead. "If you ever change your mind, I'm here for you."
 
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She was enjoying this, her bodies reaction was not unlike the build up before a climax. My own body was reacting in a similar matter. I watched her closely as I felt her arms dissolving into my back.
 
I felt it too, when our hips finally began to join. I instantly knew the pleasure she was getting from this. I can't say it was sexual, because it felt like something more to me. As if we were creating something with all our love. I guess we were though, weren't we.
 
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"I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore. I think you're a great girl, but we just need some space." I couldn't believe my ears. Everything he'd done tonight was contradicting this statement. We had both gotten dressed in our best formal wear, he had reserved dinner at one of the fanciest places in town, even our song was playing. I thought he was proposing marriage, not dumping me. "I'm sorry," he told me again. I couldn't accept that. I stood up, grabbed my purse, and left. Last I saw he was asking the waiter for a check.
 
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We were almost one. Our bodies had joined into a single mass. She kissed me once more, and placed her cheek against mine. I couldn't feel anything below my neck, but it seemed as if my mind was trying to make something up. To me, it seemed like it was warm and inviting, like a bed or a fire. It was hard to describe, you'd have to have it happen to know what it feels like. I guess the most detailed description would be like I was dreaming.
 
I felt the numbness spread from my cheek over my face. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. She was gasping for breath, and as her mouth closed over mine I felt all barriers between us break.
 
We were together. There's no way to say what it was like. We were two beings as one. Our memories, our fears, everything clicked together. I could feel all things she had experienced prior to us, and she felt the same from me. As we continued to float and swirl and dance, I saw it, the person who would come from our union.
 
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She comforted me. She gave me that protective hug she always did when I was sad or scared. 'Please. I want to do it,' I begged her. She just continued to hold me in her embrace. 'Why won't you do it?'
 
"It's not right. You're not thinking right. You can't just do this because you don't want to continue life." Her breath was warm on my face. "You need time to think. You can stay here tonight, and if you still feel the same tomorrow, I'll help you."
 
Her voice was always so gentle, and I could feel myself drifting to sleep. She sang a lullaby for me. I couldn't recognize the tune, but it felt so far away.
 
I dreamed of our friendship. We'd known each other since college. She was always so loving. Her strength was mine whenever we were together. I wanted to feel that always. I wanted to be with her. My boyfriend's words? Those were a distant memory. It had nothing to do with this. I wanted to be with her, that was all.
 
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I felt my body forming, the feeling stating from my breast and spreading out. I felt shoulders and hips, then arms and legs. Finally I felt my extremities. I sat there enjoying the feeling of birth. I had memories of what it was like before, but nothing could compare the feeling it first hand.
 
I slowly opened my eyes, dazzled as the bright, new world welcomed me. I just stood there for a while, and ran my hands over my body. The one who had given herself up, I had curves more similar to her body. I had the other one's strength though, both physical and mental. I was ready to take on the world.
 
I turned and looked at a nearby mirror. There I stood. A young, brave, strawberry blonde with brilliant green eyes. I didn't have to wonder about what I would do, both of my parents had already planned that all out. I'd finish my schooling, travel somewhere new, and settle down for a while. They were even kind enough to give me a name. It was Korean, but it also worked in English. 'Young,' it means brave.