Be yourself

You were horny, your cock sticking out through your pantyhose, panties, and skirt. You walked back into the room where the second suit you had left was still lying on the floor.

You licked your lips and a smile spread across your face.

"This time...I'll be at the helm."

You began to undress, step by step, with less and less clothing on you. Rubbing your little cock through your pantyhose you regretfully removed them, as did your soggy panties.

"Ah...my breasts and cock are so small."

You said squeezing your nipple and stroking your offshoot. You sat down on the floor and pulled your negro skin out of his latex suit. Even deflated, his cock was much bigger than yours and you began touching it with burning eyes, simultaneously getting horny.

"I want that cock...to have it."

Immediately you unwrapped the skin with your back and began to put it on. It was back to normal again. The perverted freckled transgendered man again lustfully put on the skin of the negro just like the last time. Except there wasn't a beautiful girl inside the transgender who was completely repressed, and no one would find her without a special tool. Perhaps by turning him into skin again, another new skin could have been obtained.

With only the mask left, your new cock stood like a monolith, and even with two hands you could not fully grasp it. You felt a rush of pleasure several times greater than with your little cock. Wanting to experience the full range of emotions you put on the mask and the suit began to seal itself around you.

You immediately feel even more masculine. Finding pantyhose on the floor you could not restrain yourself and pressed them to your face again. Something between a man's and a woman's scent drove you crazy. Putting the pantyhose on your dick you started jerking off with them. You cum almost instantly. So hard that you fell to the floor with your eyes rolled up. And the pantyhose were unusable because they were completely soaked in cum.

You came back from your orgasm for about another minute, gradually removing the soaked tights. You left them on the floor like that, soon the semen would dry out and they would turn into a piece of dry wax. But they will remain lying there as a reminder of a past life, because you will no longer care.

...

Soon you put on a latex suit to fully satisfy your hidden desires. The guy still wasn't back from work, and you continued to masturbate in the suit without taking off your third layer of skin. Even though you said you would be at the helm, you wanted to take off your last layer less and less. You were an ugly little tranny, the last layer of skin solved all your problems.

In the evening when you reluctantly took off your skin and became a tranny again you saw a bag with familiar clothes and a woman's purse. With a little digging you found your ID card.

"Alice Dahlberg..."

You read the name and looked at the girl's photo.

"Isn't that..."

You dropped your ID and grabbed your face. But it was as if it was your face, just as it should be. You ran your hands over your body, touching your little cock. There was no pussy there, just your cock, it had always been there. Your hands reached out on their own to the back where the seam might have been. But there was a smooth back.

"Hehehe and really, why did I think that... I am me."

You stopped trying to find something in yourself and you looked at the negro's skin again. You loved being him, it was like being the completed version of yourself. You take one last look at your imperfect body and put the last layer of skin back on.

When the suit is sealed again, you look into your reflection.

"Yeah, I'll probably stay a little longer..."