"I wish that I had a cloning device which would allow me to clone myself while also flipping the clone's sex to female. I wish that my clone was exactly like me, had the same interests and even memories. I wish even her sexual preferences were the same, except that her body would also be incredibly physically attracted to me, even despite the fact she might get weirded out by that. Actually, I wish that she also possessed a strong irrational urge to get impregnated by me." There was something strangely appealing about overt displays of fertility so I continued. "I wish she DID get pregnant sometime soon after she comes into existence, but end up really regretting it. I wish eventually she delivers a pair of healthy twins for which we will have no trouble finding adoption parents."
I took a pause as I felt the ring go warm but nothing about my room changed. Then I heard a beep behind me and I realized something DID change because there it stood - a futuristic looking machine with a number of lights, dials and two shower-stall-sized cylindrical boxes. Each had a different label stuck to it: ORIGINAL and COPY they read. All in all the device looked quite strange and I realized that people, my mom especially, might start asking questions if they see it. And of course, they WILL start asking questions when they see a completely new person walking around. But that was easy to prevent.
"I wish nobody would find it weird that I have a cloning machine and that I use it to generate a clone. I also wish that nobody thinks there is anything unusual in me having sex with my her and in fact, my family have put in a double bed in my room so we can sleep together."
I started thinking about the changes soon to appear in my life. I would loose my virginity to a lover who knows exactly what I need. The thought excited me - I felt tightness in my pants as blood started rushing into my appendage. I started to imagine what my clone, a female version of me, would look like. At 6'2'' I was quite tall, so she would also be probably quite tall. That's a shame because I really liked them 'funsized'. Then I realized she would also probably be not particularly curvy, because women on neither side of my family were. That also wouldn't be able to pass. I liked large tits. Some may say unreasonably large ones. I liked thinking how women have to put up with them while men used them for fun. And I did want to try tittyfucking.
Good thing I had that ring! With it, regardless of how she emerges from the pod, I would be able to slowly mold her into my idea of female perfection. It might not be 100% comfortable for her, especially that she'll only have memories of being a guy but well... That won't be my problem!
I walked over to the machine. I noticed it had a touch panel with one large button saying 'Initialize Procedure'. I stepped into the ORIGINAL pod, pressed the touchscreen button, and quickly pulled my arm in before the door shut. Thick smoke filled in the inside of the chamber and I felt lightheaded. My body went numb and I zoned out.
