Don't do a thing, as Jessica explains herself

"David..", Jessica's voice slowly sounds in your ears in between her moaning, "I-I've.. always been in love with you.."

What..? Trish.. What!? Why didn't you..

You're astounded, laying still as you stare at Jessica's now reddening cheeks. She smoothly bounces on your thighs, taking your member between her legs with every descent. Honestly, you can't even feel it, your mind is too sidetracked, filled with thoughts about this bizarre confession. Trish never showed any signs of interest in you, at least, you'd never seen her show it.. you've known her all your life. Did it really take turning into your girlfriend for her to tell you this?

Suddenly, you're snapped out of your thoughts when you feel breath on your cheeks, and suddenly, Jessica presses her lips to your own. Your eyes widen in surprise and you try your hardest to push her off of you, pulling your torso up, Jessica simply wraps her legs around your waist, securing herself on you. Finding it pointless, you pull your face away from Jessica's by leaning your head back, her eyes open and she hesitates. You're furious.

"You've always been in love with me? WHAT THE FUCK TRISH?!" You shout.

Jessica shuts her eyes hard and looks down, away from your gaze. You notice tears run down her cheeks and instantly, you feel ashamed.

Jessica.. I'm sorry, I- Wait.. this isn't Jessica, remember? It's Trish! Fucking Trish!

Your feelings of remorse instantly burn up in searing flame as you grab Jessica by the shoulders. Her head jolts up in surprise and she looks at you, tears pouring down her cheeks as she cries silently. You hesitate, unsure of what to say, and you two simply stare at each other. Moments pass, and your grip on her shoulders loosens, your hands sliding down her arms to her elbows.

"Trish.. why didn't you just tell me? Why did you turn my girlfriend into a fucking skin..? Did you expect me to love you after that?" You say.

She shuts her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she thinks for a moment, before she suddenly throws her arms around you and buries her head into your chest, her blonde locks cascading down her back. You exhale deeply and simply hug her, your initial feelings of anger and confusion subsiding. You can't stay mad at her for long, you've known her way too long and... she's wearing Jessica's face.

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"Trish, why are you still wearing her?" You ask, standing in Trish's room, she walks out of the bathroom after having cleaned up.

"David.. I can't face you as myself, not yet. I...", she pauses for a moment, looking at the floor, "I don't know what you'd do to me."

Trish had surrendered the pen over to you as a sign of penance, or at the very least, so that you could start to trust her again. But you and her both knew very well that you probably never would. After you'd gotten off of the floor, she'd slowly retreated to the bathroom to clean herself up. You'd heard loud crying coming from inside for a while, before it simply stopped.

Looking down at the black pen in your hand, you imagine in your head the scene of the crime. Trish using the pen to zap Jessica and put on her skin, turning into your very girlfriend, not even just a cheap imitation. It was traumatic and nightmarish when you thought about it. You tried not to imagine what would've happened if it wasn't Trish, however, instead some sick stranger wearing your girlfriend.

Your gaze falls on Jessica's pale skin, her crotch and thighs reddened still by your previous antics. Her cheeks the same, but you're uncertain if it was from the pain or the pleasure. You have no idea what to do know, and neither does she.

"I don't hate you... Trish. I just don't understand why...", you say, looking up,"Why didn't you zap me with the black pen when I pushed you away?"

She looks at you, surprised, her eyes widening. Tears fall once more.

"D-David.. I.. I don't know, okay?! I don't know!" she covers her face with her hands, you can barely see through her fingers.

Sighing, you walk up to her and embrace her again, she leans her head against you. You wait until she calms down again.

"Trish, just take her off. Please..." You ask.

"I-I can't, David! I can't! Isn't it obvious?!" She cries out, looking up into your eyes.

"No, it's not! I already said I wouldn't turn you into a skin." You pull some blonde hair from her face.

"If I take off Jessica, you won't...", she buries her face in your chest again and speaks, "You won't love me anymore..."

It hits you hard, but she's right. You're lying to yourself, if she takes off Jessica's skin, you probably will zap her. There's just no telling how you'll feel once you see her real face, and she knows it. She's incredibly selfish though, scared of the repercussions of her own actions, scared of the fate of being zapped by the pen. The fate of Jessica.

"Are you ever going to take her off..?" You whisper.

She doesn't reply, and simply slides her arms around your waist, her fingers spread across your back. You frown, waiting for a response.

"Trish... when do you plan on taking off Jessica?" You ask more sternly this time.

Pushing her from your body, you hold her by the arms and look into her eyes. She looks away from your gaze again.

"You don't ever plan on taking her off, do you?!" You shout.

"I... I figured, that I could be Jessica for you! I want to be with you, David! Please!" She cries out to you, her voice almost a whisper.

You stand there, astounded, all yours senses seem to blur as you think about what she just said. She wants to steal Jessica's body, her boyfriend, her life.

She wants to be Jessica.

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You huff and puff, dropping onto the side of Trish's bed as she lay there on the floor, a pile of pale, smooth skin, blonde hair sprawled in a mess across the carpet. Flying into a rage, you'd instantly zapped Jessica and tried everything you could think of to try to get Trish out of Jessica's body, but to your dismay, nothing worked. You'd checked the inside of the suit for anything strange, nothing there, the outside looked just like an ordinary Jessica skin. Ha, that's a bloody oxymoron, there's nothing ordinary about this.

Looking down at the skin, you sigh and get up, laying the skin on the bed, you zip it up. In a few seconds, you see that it starts to slowly fill out with mass again.

"David.." You hear from your left, a minute or so later.

"Trish?" You look over to her, "Are you alright? I-I'm sorry.."

"David... No..." you feel Jessica's hand touch your leg as she finally focuses, her torso lifts up. "I felt it... the fear."

"What are you talking about?" You raise a brow.

"The fear you feel when you're zapped by that pen, it's worse than what I feel when I make you angry, it's worse than... ****.." her cheeks redden.

You watch as Jessica raises her hands behind her head and peels her face off, revealing Trish's own face behind it. Your jaw simply drops, not in surprised, but at the sincerity of Trish's words. She was just so afraid to take off Jessica, and now she's doing it of her own free will. Jessica's head hangs from Trish's face as she looks at you, her own brown curls flow over her paler shoulders.

"Davi-" she gasps, her voice comes out as Jessica's. Giggling, she grips the flappy skin around her neck and pulls down. "David.."

This time it's her voice, and it's that familiar tone of Trish, but it's not happy, it's not excited. It's sad. You've never heard Trish sound this way, she was always happy, especially when you were around. Especially... God damn it.

You realize that you'd known all along.

Trish leans forward and starts to cry, this time, her own tears and with her own voice. You're overcome with so much shame that you shift yourself across to her torso and hug her. The crying stops, but you still hear her sniffle. Shutting your eyes, you inhale deeply, before moving your hand around Trish's neck, your arms over her shoulders.

"Trish..." You say.

"Yes... David?" She rubs her eyes with the her palms and looks at you.

"I love you, too."

You grip the pale skin and pull it from Trish's back, peeling downwards, revealing Trish's tanned brown skin. You pull all the way down to just below her ribs, before you push her back onto the bed and kiss her lips. Blood rushes to both of your cheeks, and you hear Trish gasp as you take her.

(Author: Dystrophia)