You blinked and stared. It was getting harder and harder to tell your roommates apart. When you first entered the apartment there were clear differences. Amy had long dark hair and much paler skin. Matt was skinnier with a flat butt and chest. Their faces, the way they talked, the way they moved were different. You were all unique individuals...right?
As you all assimilated to the new space and each other, the similarities began to grow. Your roommates started working out together. Going to the salon for a similar hair style. Sharing each other wardrobes. Even their bodies began to bond and build towards a signature shape, starting with those big juicy booties that you were all so proud of. You did love your ass, right? Whenever you questioned it your head got all fuzzy.
So now as your stare at your roommates, your head hurts trying to remember who is who. In fact, if you looked in the mirror, you might not even recognize yourself with your white blonde hair with dirty roots, white lingerie, and bootilcious backside. You look like your roommates. Your roommates look like you. You've all assimilated to the same look...with emphasis on the 'ass'.
That thought causes you to giggle. You remember their names. It's Bambi...and Bambi. Gust like you are called Bambi. They are your sisters in the dollhouse. You share everything together, from names to bodies to thoughts, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
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