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MidReal Story
My Double Husband
Scenario:Kelly had always liked being in control. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Josh—of course she did—but ever since her husband had been away, she found herself craving… more. More order, more fun, and maybe just a bit more power. That’s why, one Saturday morning, she decided she needed a little something extra. And Josh, as usual, would help her get it—whether he knew it or not.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Kelly called out, brushing her wavy brown hair as she stood by the door. “I need your help with something.”
Josh, still groggy from a late night of gaming, shuffled into the living room. His brown hair was messy, and his green eyes—so much like hers—were heavy with sleep. His moles, one on his lower right cheek and the other on his jawline, stood out against his smooth skin.
“What is it?” he asked, voice still rough.
“Just a quick trip to that new boutique downtown,” Kelly said sweetly. “I want to check out something special. And besides, I could use some company.”
Josh sighed but grabbed his jacket. He was used to his mom’s whims—when she wanted something, she usually got it. Besides, how bad could it be?
The shop didn’t seem all that strange at first glance. It was sleek and modern, with a faint, pleasant scent lingering in the air. The walls were lined with mannequins—some posed like models, others frozen mid-task. They were so lifelike it made Josh do a double-take.
“Welcome,” a woman in a perfectly tailored suit greeted them. “Looking for something… unique?”
Kelly smiled. “I heard you do custom orders.”
“We do,” the woman purred. “And with our new full-scan technology, we can create a perfect replica of anyone. Would you like a demonstration?”
Kelly turned to Josh, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why don’t you give it a try, sweetheart?”
Josh frowned. “Why me?”
“It’s just for fun,” she said, giving him a gentle push. “Humor your mother.”
Before he could protest, the woman led him to a sleek, white platform. “Just stand still,” she instructed. “It won’t hurt a bit.”
As the scan began, soft blue light swirled around him. Josh shifted uncomfortably, but it was over in moments. The woman nodded approvingly as the machine chimed. “Perfect,” she said. “You’ll love the results.”
Josh thought nothing more of it. He figured it was just another one of his mom’s weird hobbies.
The next Monday, Josh returned to his dorm, settling back into the routine of school. But when the weekend came, everything changed.
When he arrived home, he expected things to be normal. Instead, he found… himself. Or at least, something that looked exactly like him.
The doll stood quietly beside the kitchen counter, dressed neatly in a soft button-up shirt and slacks. Its brown hair fell in the same messy waves as his, and the moles on its lower right cheek and jawline were identical. It even blinked the same way. For a moment, Josh thought it was his reflection—until it moved.
“Good morning, Mom,” it said in a soft, obedient voice. Its tone was sweet—too sweet. It picked up a tray with fresh coffee and a perfectly plated breakfast and disappeared down the hall.
“What the hell is that?” Josh blurted.
Kelly emerged a moment later, stretching lazily in a silk robe. “Oh, that?” She smiled. “That’s your doll, sweetheart. Isn’t he perfect?”
Josh’s stomach twisted. “You made… a copy of me?”
“Of course,” she said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s not like you’re around much during the week. Someone has to help out.”
Josh followed her down the hall, heart pounding. When they reached her bedroom, the doll was already there—kneeling beside the bed, offering the breakfast tray. Kelly took it with a pleased hum, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “He’s such a good boy,” she said. “Always listens. Always does what I say.”
Josh swallowed hard. “You’re… making it serve you?”
“Well, I do deserve to be spoiled, don’t I?” She sipped her coffee, motioning for the doll to set her slippers at her feet. It obeyed without hesitation.
Over the next few weekends, Josh witnessed just how much his mother relied on her new toy. The doll wasn’t just a copy—it was her personal servant. It brewed her morning coffee exactly how she liked it, laid out her outfits, and even assisted with her makeup. Josh once walked in on it delicately applying lipstick to her full lips while she giggled softly.
The worst part? The doll never complained. It never sighed or rolled its eyes. It just… obeyed.
One evening, while Kelly was lounging on the couch, the doll knelt beside her, massaging her feet with perfect precision. Josh shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.
“You really let it do everything?” he asked.
Kelly glanced at him, her green eyes gleaming. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like you’re here to help. Besides,” she added, tilting her head, “he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t complain. He’s… better.”
Josh felt his face flush. “I’m not your servant.”
“No,” she agreed. “But he is.”
He tried not to watch as the doll smoothed lotion over her legs, moving with the same grace he recognized in himself. Yet, it wasn’t him. It was something else—something she controlled completely.
And every weekend, when Josh came home, the doll was there—waiting quietly, serving without question. Kelly never let it out of her sight for long. It was like having a version of Josh who never disobeyed, never pushed back. And she clearly loved every second of it.
By the third weekend, it had become routine. Josh would walk in, and there it would be—pouring her wine, adjusting her jewelry, even helping her zip up her dresses. Every time he thought he’d grown used to it, he’d catch her smiling as it brushed her hair or slipped a silk robe over her shoulders. And each time, the knot in his stomach grew tighter.
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Josh
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a college student living apart from his mother. He is curious, accommodating, and conflicted. Josh often returns home for weekends, where he discovers his mother has created a doll that looks exactly like him. The doll serves her, performing tasks and obeying her every command. Josh struggles with the implications of this development, feeling both replaced and uneasy about the situation. He tries to process his emotions and question his mother's actions while maintaining a complex relationship with her.
Kelly
side_character, female. She is Josh's mother and a woman in her late thirties. She is demanding, manipulative, and controlling. Kelly has become increasingly dependent on the doll that looks like Josh, using it to fulfill her every need and desire. She seems to derive satisfaction from its subservience and uses it to replace Josh when he is away at school. Kelly's behavior towards the doll indicates a deep level of attachment and ownership, bordering on obsession. Her actions suggest a desire to control every aspect of her life through the doll.
Kelly had always liked being in control.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love Josh—of course she did—but ever since her husband had been gone and her son had started living on campus, she found herself craving… more.
More order, more fun, and maybe just a bit more power.
That was why, one Saturday morning, she decided she needed a little something extra.
And Josh, as usual, would help her get it—whether he knew it or not.
"Come on, sweetheart," Kelly called out, brushing her wavy brown hair as she stood by the door.
"I need your help with something."
Josh, still groggy from a late night of gaming, shuffled into the living room.
His brown hair was messy, and his green eyes—so much like hers—were heavy with sleep.
His moles, one on his lower right cheek and the other on his jawline, stood out against his smooth skin.
"What is it?"
he asked, voice still rough.
"Just a quick trip to that new boutique downtown," Kelly said sweetly.
"I want to check out something special. And besides, I could use some company."
Josh sighed but grabbed his jacket.
He was used to his mom’s whims—when she wanted something, she usually got it.
Besides, how bad could it be?
The shop didn’t seem all that strange at first glance.
It was sleek and modern, with a faint, pleasant scent lingering in the air.
The walls were lined with mannequins—some posed like models, others frozen mid-task.
"Welcome to our showroom," the sales associate greeted them, a friendly smile on his face.
"Let me show you around."
He led them through the pristine space, past rows of mannequins that seemed almost lifelike.
Kelly trailed her fingers over their smooth bodies, admiring the detail.
They were dressed in everything from casual streetwear to formal gowns.
"Over here," the associate said, gesturing toward a heavy black door with a sign that read "Private Collection."
"This is where we keep our more… exclusive items."
Kelly’s eyes lit up as the associate unlocked the door and led them inside.
The room was dimmer than the main showroom, with spotlights illuminating individual displays.
More mannequins stood in various poses—some embracing, others kneeling submissively.
They wore revealing outfits made of leather and lace, and their faces were painted with expressions of desire and submission.
Kelly couldn’t help but run her fingers along one of the male mannequins’ chiseled chest.
"And what exactly do these ones do?"
she asked, her voice low and husky.
The associate smiled knowingly.
"These are our special services," he said, his voice equally low.
"They can be programmed to fulfill any fantasy you desire."
As Kelly continued to touch the mannequin, Josh noticed something strange.
The mannequin’s eyes seemed to be following her touch, its gaze shifting as she moved her hand. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that these weren’t just ordinary mannequins—they were something more.
Something alive?
"And what about this one?"
Kelly asked, pointing to another mannequin—a female one this time.
"She’s one of our newest models," the associate said proudly.
"She can be programmed to perform any task you desire. And if you’re interested, we can even show you our scanning room."
Kelly’s eyes lit up at the mention of the scanning room.
"Yes, please," she said eagerly.
"I’d love to see it."
But Josh had already seen enough.
He backed away slowly toward the exit, but before he could escape, Kelly grabbed his wrist firmly.
"Come on, Josh," she said, her voice firm but playful.
"You’re coming with me."
The associate led them down a narrow hallway lined with mirrors that seemed to ripple and shift as they walked by.
Kelly kept her hand firmly around my wrist, her manicured nails digging into my skin as she pulled me along.
The scanning room was circular, with white panels covering every surface.
Strange mechanical arms hung from the ceiling, each one ending in a glowing blue tip.
In the center of the room, a platform rose from the floor, surrounded by pulsing blue lights.
The associate gestured for me to step onto it, but I planted my feet firmly on the ground.
My mom released my wrist and placed both hands on my back, gently but insistently pushing me forward.
"It’s just a quick scan, sweetheart," she whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin.
"Mom, what exactly are you planning?" Josh asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.
"Just trust me, Josh," Kelly replied, her tone soothing yet determined.
"This is going to change everything for us."
My legs felt weak as I finally gave in to Mom’s persistent urging, taking small steps onto the raised white platform.
The surface felt unnaturally warm through my shoes, and the faint blue lights pulsed in a circular pattern around my feet.
Mom stepped back, clasping her hands together with barely contained excitement.
The associate moved to a control panel, her manicured fingers hovering over the buttons.
A low hum filled the room as the mechanical arms above began to rotate.
I watched in a mix of fascination and fear as they aligned themselves around me, their blue-tipped sensors pointing directly at my body.
I felt a subtle tremor beneath my feet as the platform came alive.
The mechanical arms above me swept downward in a synchronized dance, their blue sensors intensifying.
My skin tingled where the light touched it.
Suddenly, the air in front of me shimmered and split apart like a curtain of light.
A three-dimensional image materialized - my body rendered in glowing lines of code.
Every detail of my genetic structure floated before me: double helixes spinning slowly, protein chains unfurling, and cellular patterns replicating themselves in perfect clarity.
Mom stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the display, drinking in every detail.
I noticed a strange sensation, like static electricity dancing across my skin.
The mechanical arms continued their scan, but now streams of data flashed through my mind - strings of ones and zeros, complex algorithms, and programming commands.
I tried to focus on individual sequences, but they moved too fast.
The hologram in front of me flickered, showing my neural patterns lighting up in unusual ways.
Mom and the associate exchanged knowing looks, as if they could see my consciousness connecting with the machine.
Through the flood of information, I began to understand how the dolls were created - their behavioral protocols, their ability to mimic human emotions, and the true extent of their capabilities.
The data stream intensified until my vision blurred.
"Josh, you're seeing it, aren't you?" Mom asked, her voice barely containing her excitement.
"Yeah, but why are you showing me this?" I replied, trying to process the overwhelming information.
"Because," she said softly, "you're the key to making them truly alive."
I extend my trembling hand toward the holographic display, drawn by an inexplicable urge to connect with my digital twin.
As my fingers make contact with the glowing Outline, an electric shock jolts through my arm.
The sensation spreads rapidly, making my muscles spasm and my teeth clench.
Mom gasps behind me, but her voice sounds distant and distorted.
The blue light intensifies, pulsing in sync with my racing heartbeat.
Through the haze of electricity, I notice my holographic double beginning to move independently, mirroring my posture but with subtle, unsettling differences.
The mechanical arms above whir faster, their sensors tracking my every twitch.