They laughed at you in the university! They called you crazy! They said you were a narcissistic madman! But as the beautiful form rose off the floor, still covered in viscous goo, you knew you would be the one who was laughing. Your name is Dr. ${name}, scientist and inventor. And standing before you now—haloed by the spent cloning pod—is your female clone.
You look her up and down. She is the exact feminine mirror to yourself. Her hair is perfect; black and as long as yours would be if you did not shave it. The estrogen has softened your naturally sharp facial features into a striking beauty. She is endowed with ample breasts and as your gaze travels further down, you see her body is sculpted in the same manner as someone who is as obsessed with personal image as you are. In a word: perfect, just like you.
She stretches her limbs, then gives you a smug look.
"It would appear as if the experiment was a success," she coos as she walks to the laboratory's full-length mirror.
She inspects her own body as the robots begin cleaning the fluid from the cloning pod.
"I didn't realize it would feel like this," she continues. "To wake up looking at such a beautiful face."
She turns to the mirror again.
"Two beautiful faces," she corrects with a smile.
"How do you feel?" you ask.
"Quite alright," she replies. "My memories seem to be intact. The last thing I remember is copying my consciousness into the machine—"
"After which I uploaded it to the clone's body," you continue.
The clone continues to stare into the mirror.
"What should we call me?" she asks. "${name} is fine for you, but I'd prefer not to have an existential crisis. How about Venus?"
"A fitting name," you say, nodding in approval at your clone's shapely behind.
Venus turns to face you, placing an arm seductively on your shoulder.
"Let us retire to the bedroom," she says. "I'm itching to give this body a spin and I happen to have a handsome genius with a giant dick right in front of me."
The two of you smile as you