Being the bait

You sigh, looking at the crumpled pile of skin next you. You really didn't like the idea of becoming a stripper, but you didn't really feel like you could argue.

"Alright." You said, leaning to pick up the skin. You inspected it. It was very similar to Andrea's skin when you first wore it, but something about it felt different. Maybe just the fact you now knew it was a real human being.

"How do I take off this suit?" You asked, figuring you have to remove one to put on another.

"Well, you sorta just think about it, and a slit should materialize in the back of your head. You pull on it, and the skin comes off.", he explains. "But I suggest you keep Andrea's skin on in case you need to make an escape. It also makes it harder for them to figure out your identity. You can wear skins on top of eachother. I'll be honest with you, I'm wearing so many layers I kinda just lost track!" He said with a booming chuckle, his laugh sending shivers through your body.

You didn't reply, instead you just took Andrea's clothes off, much to Earl's delight.

"She would've made a good stripper come to think of it." He commented, not caring how revolting you found his comments. You ignored him, and turned your back to him as you stretched Candy's skin in front of you. With a deep breath, you pushed your feminine legs inside. The transformation was different this time. Candy was taller than Andrea, and much thinner. You felt your legs squeezing to fit into hers, your pussy replaced by another, much looser counterpart. As you pulled up, you felt your wider waist being squeezed into Candy's tiny one. It was amazing. You were shrinking to sizes you didn't think were possible.

Soon your large breasts were also replaced by another pair of equally large breasts, but these felt different. They were much perkier, almost defying gravity. But you could also feel the silicone in them, which made you dislike this much more. Finally, you held the head of the skin in front of you, staring down the mess of orange hair. With another deep breath, you pushed your head inside Candy's, sealing yourself up in her suit for good. You adjusted her face over yours. Finally, you opened your eyes, having changed bodies once more.

You stood there naked, staring down at your new body. It was amazing, much more to your taste than Andrea's. Now that you stopped to think about it, you actually recalled seeing her here before, which only made it even weirder. You lifted your gaze to look at Jimmy, only to see him pointing the brown pen at you.

"Smile!"

All of a sudden, memories started to rush into your mind. All of Candy's life flashed before your eyes. From her childhood with a drunkard father and absent mother, running from home at 12. Living on the streets, starting sex work at 16. And Earl finding her a few years later, and taking her in... Candy was a deeply traumatized person, distrusting and cold. She had boyfriends **** her, people use her body for personal gain. Her real name was Lola Schaumburg, but she went by either Lola Swan or Candy alternatively.

And these memories also gave you another revelation, another light on Earl. You found him disgusting earlier, but Candy didn't see him that way. He took her in 5 years ago at 19, gave her a home and a job. He truly cared for her, in his own twisted way. They've had sex, but it was not his bidding, but due to her own advancement, and after a few times, he set rules in place between them so it wouldn't happen again.

She saw him as the father figure she never had, which is the origin of her nickname for him; Pops.

All of a sudden, Earl didn't seem so revolting. You saw him in a positive life, the only person who you actually trusted. But still, you were angry with Jimmy.

"Ey, what the hell Pops?" You asked angrily, leaning on your hip. You didn't even notice the change in personality.

"How about a 'thank you' sweetheart? I just gave you the best cover you could ask for." He chuckled.

"Anyway, put some clothes on and make your way home. You've had a long day. Take the next day off, on me." He said with a wink. "I gotta move, but take care of 'pops' while I'm gone ey?" He asked.

You were about to ask, but before you could, he reached behind his head, taking off Earl's skin. He revealed bellow him the naked figure of another woman, an ebony bombshell you now recognized to be Opal, Earl's girlfriend. Although sugar baby will be a more accurate term.

Lola and Opal hated eachother, but Earl insisted you two make peace. Opal was older, about thirty-something, and of course Lola didn't trust her. She saw her for what she was, she didn't care for Earl like you did. She was only in it for the money and gifts he gave her.

"Don't go all tasmanian devil on me now." Opal said with a chuckle, still speaking like Jimmy. "Hold up." She said, lifting the brown pen and zapping herself. "Better."

She grabbed a few clothes on a rack in the corner and dressed herself. You did the same with the pile of clothes that fell off of Lola's skin from earlier. Having both finished, Opal took out the black pen and shot Earl. You watched in awe as his body started to reinflate like an air mattress.

"Alright, I'll see you in a few days." Opal said. "Hold tight."