For her memories...

Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed the skin, nearly dropping as I shuddered from how... realistic it felt. It felt exactly like human skin, and it was still warm from having Ella's cardigan over it, although the heat was slowly ebbing out. Reluctantly, I extricate her skin from her clothes, letting them fall to the ground.

"So?! How are you going wear her?" Lena asks impatiently. Atleast someone's excited, you think.

"Well, I was told I could tear a hole in the back and slip in that way, or I could stretch open her major orifices and push my way in through there. However, I doubt I could do the latter without throwing up right now, so...."

"That's a shame, it would've been a real treat to watch you crawl up her pussy, it was all wet and ready for you." The laughs at my disgusted expression. "No, really. She probably came when you turned her into a skin. See for yourself." Not convinced, I flipped the suit around, holding it up with one of the legs.

"No way! She really is wet!" You exclaim. Ella's deflated pussy was leaking juice, frankly more than you'd seen with Chantal the few weeks before your break up. Reflexively, you stick a finger in the slit. There's hardly any feedback save for the thickness of her cum.

"My, do I sense a change in resolve?" Lena snickers. I shoot her a dirty glare, but she shrugs it off. "I'm just saying, nothing more."

You take your finger out and the hold skin upright again. I have reservations about doing this, but the only way I can truly I can forgive myself is by confirming it with through my own eyes... well, through her eyes. Determined, I grab two sides of the skin's back and pull. A neat slice appears down the middle, beckoning you step inside. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lena watching, with bated breath.

"Um, do you plan on getting in with your clothes on? I just have a feeling it might not be comfortable." Lena says, eyeing me up and down.
"You're right, I should probably take them off. " I place the skin on your desk and start stripping, first the shirt, then my pants. It was only when I put my hands on the elastic of my boxers when I noticed Lena staring.
"Um, do you mind?" I ask, perturbed by her gaze.
"What, don't tell me you're feeling embarrassed now, handsome." She drawled.
I blush red. To make matters worse, my little friend also seemed to like the attention. I need to get into the suit before she notices. I quickly pull off my boxers and face away, leaving my rear exposed to Lena as I picked up the skinsuit.

The moment of truth. Here goes nothing! I plunge my right foot in, guiding it down the cavity of Ella's own, shuddering as the sticky surface clammed up against my thighs. Grunting, I align your my into the right spots and gasp as the skins tightens around them, simultaneously ballooning a little at my calf and thigh. Momentarily, the skin pulses before settling. Awestruck, you inspect your leg, now smooth and hairless. I put the remainder of the skin to one side and compare it to my left leg.

"Freaky. It's like you lost a leg and got a mismatched transplant." Lena commented.

"Stop looking at me like I'm Frankenstein, dumbass." You say as Lena laughs. Whatever. I have more pressing matters. In goes your right leg, the transformation mirroring what happened to the other.

"And I hate to say this, but you might wanna get a move on, considering this is still the Counselor's office we're in."
"Shit, I almost forgot! Thanks for the heads up Lena!"

Hurriedly, you hike up the skin over your waist and double over. Lena shoots up to her feet and is at your side. "What's wrong" she asks, concern laced in her words.

"My crotch, didn't expect the melding to go so hard." The outline of my penis disappeared as quickly as it appeared. I knitted my brow as my hips converged and widened, my frame curving as my pelvis expanded and my waist contracted. In a few seconds, my breathing settles.

"Sorry about that." I manage a weak smile. Lena exhales. "You had me worried over nothing. Well, hurry it up." She steps back to let me continue.

Steadied, I pull the suit onto the rest of my torso after inserting my arms into their respective holes. I briefly marvel at my petite new fingers with their manicured nails before the events on my chest stole my attention. I could scarce believe my eyes. The first DD cups I beheld, were my own!

"Congratulations, you just grew a pair!", she says snickering I tentatively touch the sagging mounds on my chest, yelping in surprise from the feedback. "Careful, Boobs tend to be sensitive." Lena says in a playful tone.

I look down at yourself. I could hardly see anything below my chest, such was the volume! How did she manage to hide these things?!

"You're looking for these- " Lena says, breaking me out of thoughts. She held a band of cloth she picked up from the pile. "It's a chest binder. They make those badonkers less obvious. Such a waste, am I right?" I don't say anything, but I could see that Lena knew I was putting up a front. However, she didn't push the subject. Instead-

"Want me to help you with that?" She beckoned Ella's face, the only remaining piece of the skin to be donned. I nod gratefully. I take a seat, and Lena stands behind me. "Head down." She orders. I comply. She pulls the mask over my face, slowly and joins the split from the other side. I put my tongue into the flap and Lena arranges the skin to align with my facial features. For a moment, nothing happens. Suddenly the skin pulses through, causing me to convulse. My head begins to ache as hundreds of thousands of memories and thoughts streamed into it. A lonely childhood with parents who viewed her as nothing more than a burden. A coping strategy of enforcing rules on others. A dislike for people in general and an obsession with finding a more 'interesting' sentient life form. Awakening a strange fetish after browsing through the dark recesses of the web during your 'investigation'. Stifling rumours with an iron hand after your only friend's twin sister divulges it to your middle school classmates. Becoming more conservative and harsh as people avoid you. Drifting apart from her friend when she transferred to another school-

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Lasse! Talk to me, Lasse!" Lena slapped me across the face, left and right. She then proceed to frantically shake me by the shoulders, causing my and newly minted chest mass to jiggle violently. Ella's blurry vision did not help the situation, adding to queasiness. "Le- na! Sto-p I'm -okay!" I said, hoping to reassure her. The words seemed to bounce off of her.

"Lentil! Chill the fuck out!" Hearing me using her nickname momentarily distracted Lena from her panic. I capitalized on the chance and pushed her off, She stepped back, looking unsure.
"Ella?! What happened to Lasse?" concern and fear in her voice. "I'm warning you, if anything happens to him-" She balls up her fist, looking ready to fight. Honestly, I was touched by her gesture.
I wave my hand dismissively. "Calm down, it's me, Lasse. I just needed to get you off me!" I explain.
"Lasse?!! Thanks god you're okay!" She rushes back in and nearly decapitates me as she pressed my head into her chest, hugging tightly. "You started shaking, then convulsing, your eyes rolled up- I was so scared!" Damn, she really cares for me, even though we barely know each other. I say nothing, but hug her back. A moment passes before she releases me.

"That was real mean, using that nickname! I thought everyone had forgotten about it!" She pouts. I can't help but think its cute.
"Sorry. I really thought I was going to offed then and there." I'm lucky Ella remembered about it.
After the thrill of the action wore away, Lena pipes up. "So, you did it, you're completely Ella now?"
I nod. "Minus the clothes and her glasses, but yeah, essentially. " She doesn't respond, but looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you address something big. "And yes, you were right. She really does have a fetish for being skinned. And worn." you say, as you concentrate only on her emotion as she turned into a skinsuit. A little confusion, but mainly joy. Inexplicable joy and arousal. Instinctively your hands move down to your vagina, which was already moistening from the thought alone. Yikes, this girl gets turned on so easily. It's not necessarily a bad thing though, I think as I peer through her memories of pleasuring herself, the frequency of which was a little more than occasional. My train of thought is however interrupted by Lena, who seems entertained by my antics. "Don't stop on my account." She says, winking.

"Enough of that." I stand up, adjusting my posture to account for my new mass. I pick up Ella chest band and start putting it on. Hopefully this doesn't become a habit. This thing hurts.

Finished with the chest wrap, I grab Ella's lace panties and slide it on. "Would you believe it if I told you she's wearing this because she wanted to save her chastity for a skinwalker?"
"A what now?" I chuckle.
"It's the kind of creature she expected to skin her." I clarify as I tugged on Ella's baggy track-pants. "She's actually a part of secret society that 'monitors' them. How legitimate they are is questionable to me, but Strickling here seems to have been convinced." Now where's that pullover of hers? There!
I pull it on over my and gather up my lush black hair. "Don't tell you're about to have on that God awful hairstyle of hers." Before I could protest I hear the sound of the door click and opening.

"Ella? And Lena, I see." Counselor Ahn looks exasperated. "I get that you're eager to set people straight Ella, but can you not drag them to my office for every little offence?"
I felt the blood rush to my cheek. Letting my hair drop, I assume an accusatory stance and narrow my eyes. Ella, rather I, did not take kindly to attacks on her 'completely justified actions' towards miscreants.
"Mr. Ahn, just because you like to slack off on your job, don't expect me to. You were supposed to be here the whole time. The Director will not take kindly to this sort of behaviour."

Mr. Ahn raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not saying you made a mistake, I'm just saying that your approach to this is all wrong. " He tries to reason, but withers under my stubborn glare. "~Sigh~. Tell you what, how about we do this- I can assign the two of you to tidy up the storeroom, yes both you, you're both missing class." Ahn smirks, noting my betrayed expression. "Or- I can forget about this and the two of you get back to class and attend what's left of it."