A traitor was born!

Laura was caught completely off guard as the pen’s beam enveloped her. She didn't even get a chance to react. It was as if all the air was sucked out of her, her body collapsing inward upon itself, her vision spinning then darkening.

“Sorry Laura,” Juliette's voice sounded surprisingly distant, her words a little too calm. "But it's my turn now."

Shock numbed Laura's senses as she felt her body being reduced to a thin layer, her entire being confined to her own skin. She became just a mere piece of fabric in Juliette's hands.

Her friend, now traitor, picked up Laura's deflated form, feeling the warm, wet, slimy interior of the skin that was once Laura. Juliette was surprised at how light it was, but also at the elastic quality of it. She stretched it slightly, marveling at how it retained its shape, never tearing or losing its human-like qualities.

“I always wanted to know how it feels to be you,” Juliette confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper. She began to press her head into the neck of Laura's skin. It was an incredibly tight squeeze, forcing her to grit her teeth as she pushed her head through. The inside was wet and slimy, which helped her slide her head inside. The aligning of her teeth with Laura’s was an unnerving sensation. She had to push and twist a bit before they fit together perfectly.

Once Juliette had successfully donned Laura’s skin, she found herself overcome with a sense of power and control. She could feel the physical differences, Laura’s petite frame compared to her own athletic one, Laura’s long hair as compared to her short pixie cut. It was a disorientating, yet empowering experience.

Taking a deep breath, she peered at her new reflection in the mirror. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Well then, time to see what it's like to be Laura.”