Don't bring Ashley in on this

You hold out Ashley's manicured skin in front of you. No you smile and shake your head. With your knowledge of Ashley's psyche, there's a chance that she might turn on you. At least with Jimmy, the two of you trust each others. For now, Ashley's mind quips, but you wave that away. Jimmy has been trustworthy with the pens, there's no telling what Ashley might do.

The clock on the wall captures your attention. Aww shit, you groan inwardly. Being too distracted by the pens, you've forgotten that you've got chemistry class lined up after the free period. Mrs. Lee will probably hang you if you missed her class.

Quickly, you make your way to a bathroom, whips out your phone and send a text to Trish.

***

''Dude where were you?'', the words sound strange coming out from Trish's lips.

''I was around,'' you smoothly reply. Not wanting to let Jimmy know that you've been wearing Lindsey's skin, you've ditched her skin and clothes in the girls' bathroom nearby and made your way back to the storage room in Ashley's skin. Lindsey should wake up anytime soon inside one of the cubicles.

You don't want to change back to David Anderson in the girls' bathroom though, ''Where's my stuff?'', you ask Trish.

''Here,'' Trish passes a plastic bag to you. Rummaging in it, you're relieved to see that Jimmy has not forgotten anything.

You strip quickly, but cast a glance at Trish, ''You're not getting out of her? We have Mrs. Lee for chemistry.''

''I know,'' Trish says lazily, ''I'm skipping, give me the pens.''

''Dude, she's gonna kill you.'' you reminiscence about the time when Jimmy purposefully tinker with one of the bottles of solutions in the lab, of course no one can point the finger at Jimmy, but you noticed Mrs. Lee gave your friend a **** glare. However, you toss the pair of pens to Trish, ''Well, you've got to anyway, Trish got her class too and I'm not letting her skip. Find someone else to wear.''

Jimmy groans, but he starts to strip.

A devious idea enters your mind, ''Although, I think I've got someone for you.'' You pick up Ashley's phone and dials a number.

***

You pat your crotch area, it's reassuring to feel your usual equipment there again. After your short meeting with Ms. Martinez this morning, you've been deprived of it. The skin of Trish and Ashley and their clothes lay in a corner, shielded from view by some boxes.

Meanwhile, not far away in front of you, Leah McBride stands in all her naked glory with a devious smile on her face. Her grayish blue eyes twinkle with mischief. You feel a tent forming in your pants as she brush her blonde hair away from her face.

''Not bad dude,'' Leah grins and cup her generous bosom. That's one or perhaps two other things that Leah is known for aside from her flaring temper. And maybe her visage too. As Ashley, you don't notice that too much, but now you're only David, suddenly you realize that you've never stood this close to any of the popular girls, much less a cheerleader.

''Nah, that's Ashley's idea.'' you turn away and start dressing Trish's body, the truth is, you're trying not to make the tent in your pants more apparent.

''I'll leave you to it then.'' Leah hums a tune and you hear the door shuts behind you.''I've got cheerleading things to do.''

That was quick you mutter silently as you labour to clothe Trish and Ashley.

***

Your phone ringing distracts you from your research on your history homework at home. ''Turn your Skype on.'' a distinctively female voice commands you from the other side.

''Huh?'' you mutter

''Just do it,'' the voice from the other end insists.

''Jimmy?'' you say to the person on the other end whilst setting up your Skype. You haven't seen him or Leah at all after you got Leah for him in the storage room.

You are bored anyway, so you decide to follow the instruction.

Soon enough, someone invites you for a video chat.

***

''Hey,'' Leah's visage appears on your screen with a dazzling smile plastered on it. The smile isn't the only thing that captures your attention though, she's wearing a grey tank top, revealing her impressive cleavage.

''Hey, '' you stammer out after a while.

She giggles and doesn't seem to have any qualms that your were ogling her.

''Oh, wait here. I'm going to get something.'', she gets up from her seat and disappears from your screen, letting you see a glimpse of her room. It's definitely a girl's room.

It seems that your history homework will have to wait