Call Juliette

With a renewed sense of purpose and excitement, Laura carefully removed herself from Lasse's skin. The sensation of leaving the suit was as strange as it was the first time, but she was getting used to it, the feeling of separation, the odd sensation of her own body reforming. Finally, she stood in her own skin again, a sense of power and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

She had an idea, a new player to introduce to this exciting game of hers. Juliette. The short haired, blonde Tomboy with a playful sense of humor, someone she knew she could trust, at least she hoped. Of course, if Juliette proved to be too much of a risk, she could always make her a **** too, just like Lasse.

She picked up her phone and dialed Juliette's number, the anticipation making her heart pound in her chest.

"Hey, Juli, it's me, Laura," she said as soon as her friend picked up. "I've got something... interesting to show you. Can you meet me at my place in an hour?"

There was a pause, a brief moment of hesitation, and then Juliette agreed. Laura could almost hear the curiosity in her voice. Perfect.

With the phone call done, Laura quickly showered and cleaned herself up, then she carefully climbed back into Lasse's skin. She marveled at how easily she could slip into his body now, how natural it felt. It was like slipping on a perfectly tailored suit, only this one was made of flesh and bone.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she admired her, or rather, Lasse's reflection. She was him, completely and convincingly. Anyone would believe she was Lasse, until they heard her voice or saw her eyes. There was a wicked thrill in that, a sense of power and control that made her feel invincible.

An hour later, she heard the doorbell ring. It was time to reveal her secret to Juliette, to let her in on this extraordinary game. The thrill of what was to come sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. This was just the beginning, and she could hardly wait for what was next.