A life without David

''We can't let her out,'' you finally find your voice, though it sounds more like a croak.

''Wait, what?!''

Jimmy glances up at you in shock, the implications shaking him deep down.

''You're not serious. What about her family?''

''I'm dead serious,'' you look at your best friend, square in the eyes, ''I'm making this choice for both of us, unless you want to decide what we're going to do with her.''

''Shit dude,'' Jimmy paces around his room, before slumping on the bed, ''Fuck, it wasn't supposed to be like this.''

''Well, it is, because you fucked up,'' the tone in your voice start to rise, ''Who's to say she's not going to tell the cops or the government? These pens, they're not normal dude. Do you want the FBI at your front door tomorrow?!''

''Who's going to believe her?''

Jimmy gets up,

''I mean, a pen that turns people into skins?''

He gives a nervous laugh that doesn't seem to do anything, except only to aggravate you more.

''Who says no one will?''

You're half-shouting by now, but you don't care.

''We don't know where these pens came from, who might know about them. Can you really sit and tell me for sure the government won't believe her?!''

There is a palpable tension in the room that accompanies the silence that ensues not long after. You and Jimmy just stand facing each other, not uttering another word.

''What are we going to do with her?'' Jimmy's whisper is the one that finally breaks the silence.

Jimmy’s shock aggravated you, even if a part of you wasn’t surprised. He’d always been like this; always jumping into trouble at the drop of a hat, getting involved with things without ever thinking of the consequences. You were not like that, not at all. The more restrained and considered friend of the pair, more often than not you were always the one to pick up the pieces. Including now, it would seem, now that the stakes were higher than ever.

A simmering tension boils around your gut and your head as the idea comes to you. If someone had to disappear, it shouldn’t be Leah. She was the most innocent victim here. Jimmy and you had been the first to decide to use the pens for pleasure, and Leah had just had the misfortune to get caught up in it all.

It shouldn’t be her family to suffer from her disappearance.

“One of us has to take her place.”

Jimmy looked up, **** out a sound of surprise as his eyes met yours. Sorrow, and a freewheeling, careening, barely controlled panic seemed to flit around his vision, slight touches of hysteria held down by muted shock stopping him from losing it here and now.

“Permanently.”

You were different. Scared, disgusted, angry. But in control, a sense of finality churned together with stoic terror and a strange, perverse resolve, all mingling within you. The only way was for one of you two to wear Leah and take her place. It was the only way to get her to stop talking; the only way that was right, and would save her family the grief of their daughter's disappearance.

But the price would be terrible; for Leah’s family to avoid losing a daughter, one of yours would have to lose a son.

“Here, you wear her. You were the one to fuck this up, so you should pay the price.”

You extended Leah’s skin towards Jimmy only to be met with almost maniacal fear. He fell back, scurrying away like you were holding a tonne of radioactive waste, skittering like a spider against the far wall.

“N-no! No, no, no, no, no! Never, never! I- I- I can’t!”

Fear crashed and crumbled around his head, limbs beginning to shake with adrenaline and panic as every fiber in his being churned to avoid this fate.

You sighed deeply, your suspicions about him clear, a glare of contempt and disgust coloring your gaze as you looked on his trembling form.

There was no way he could play Leah’s role, not like this. He would abandon her skin and any sense of duty. In this way, he was a coward, with no way to ever consider the weight of his actions, and the weight of responsibility needed to make up for them.

It had to be you.

You started tearing off your clothes, determination to have it done building within you, a nervous, queasy feeling. You thought nothing of getting naked in front of Jimmy anymore; nudity seeming like nothing between you two after everything you’d done since getting the pens.

The slit on Leah’s back opened wide as your legs slid inside hers, the warm, slick feeling of entering her skinsuit giving you a shiver of tactile pleasure you couldn’t resist feeling, even despite how fucked up a situation this was. Your boner grew hard as you pulled her hips up over your own, a distinctly masculine feeling you were going to miss experiencing regularly if you were going to be the new Leah.

Your bigger hands filled her smaller ones, as an increasingly familiar pressure tightened all around you. A small moan left your mouth as Leah’s pussy burrowed between your legs tightly, the eternally novel sensation of a woman’s womb rewriting your internals never failing to be both thrilling and overwhelming.

Finally, you stuffed your head between the parting of her blonde hair, feeling the strong pinch of her smaller features pressing down on your nose and cheeks and forehead, fingers helping to line up her eyes as you squeezed your own shut, pressure causing your vision to go white. When it cleared, every inch of you was completely stuffed inside Leah, the last vestiges of the slit down her back reforming with a sensation of heat as you were sealed inside her skin.

There was no way a stranger would see anything other than Leah giving Jimmy a look of baleful disgust, as the blonde cheerleader pulled her panties up smooth legs and slipped into her bra, soon entirely clothed in the skirt and top Leah had been wearing when Jimmy zapped her.

Her voice sounded hard yet utterly feminine as it left your mouth;

“I’ll do what you couldn’t. Someone has to take responsibility.”

With that, you snatched the pens off the bedside table and left a stunned Jimmy to calm down. No doubt even with the horrible implication of losing his best friend, you thought he must selfishly be happy you’re the one to make the sacrifice he couldn’t…