Get dressed and go investigating

It's nighttime, but the common room is still as active as ever. You're tired, but not physically. Alexis' body is always piping with energy you find.

You pull on your underwear infront of the bathroom mirror, brushing your hair back and whistling a tune.

Impersonating someone utterly is something you've gotten used to, but it's never the same each time.

Everybody has a different, special way that they do things. The shape of their bodies, their inner tempo.

You remember the time you spent in the Scarlet Bloom trial, wearing skin after skin. It was entertaining, it showed you the power of the pens, as well as your own.

That was probably the point, thinking about it. Slowing down feels.. well, slow. You're not actively trying to change identities and remaining in one body is very different.

Raising your old pair of black jeans, your male psyche takes over and you sniff them once, judging their decency.

Doesn't smell bad, might as well.

You tug it on as you had done this morning, and you find a nice blouse to go over it.

Slipping your feet into a pair of sandals, you leave your bedroom to go explore. But more importantly, to gather information.

"Alexis! Hey!" A girl appears infront of you a few steps from your now closed door. "Trish was asking for you earlier."

You look down at her, she's shorter than you by about an inch. Her name's Annie, nice girl but a bit quirky.

"Really? What for?" You reply.

"Dunno', she just seemed to want you really badly. Must be important! She said to meet her in the changing rooms." Annie nods, and then walks away.

You frown and look at the ceiling, before shrugging to yourself. Might as well.

Entering the changing rooms after a short walk through the moonlight courtyard outside of the cafeteria doors, you look around.

The room is completely empty, as expected. You walk forward a few steps and open a sliding door into the showers.

A large expanse greets your eyes, on the right there are shiny wooden benches, long racks with hooks above them. On the left, large stalls with modern showers installed. You're horrified at the sight in the middle.

Trish's skin lay flat on the marble floors infront of you.

"So they sent you after me, eh?" A deep, male voice sounds from behind you.

You flip around and pull your pen from your side, but a large hand catches your wrist and wrends it to the side.

It's your gym teacher, Mr. Randall. Or so your memories tell you. Looking up at his face, he's got a huge grin across it. He's caught you.

You're dragged around helplessly, your much smaller body like a ragdoll against Mr. Randall's adult strength.

He pulls you towards Trish's skin, and then quite literally picks you up, throwing you towards the benches.

Your body hits the wall with a loud thud, and then another as gravity slams you into the wooden finish below.

Something stops you from crying out in pain, and surprisingly, there's not that much.

You recover quickly, staggering up, you regain your balance and look up to see Mr. Randall holding his pen towards you.

"You've lost, pal." He says.

It's not over till it's over. You've always been the guy to make high risk plays in life, and now is no exception.

Your hand snaking around to your pocket, at the same time you duck to the right, tumbling down to the floor as Randall hits the button.

The beam spears through the air, narrowly avoiding your shoulder as you drop. Rolling across the ground, you hear him shout in surprise.

"What the f-"

ZAP

He drops to the ground instantly, reduced to a flubbery pile. You stand up again, holding your waist with your free arm.

Tucking the pen into your pocket, you chuckle.

"I'm a type 2. Pal." You spit at him, as if he could even hear you.

Your body is really banged up, and as the adrenaline wears off, you're starting to feel your bruises.

Walking over to Mr. Randall's heap, you pick him up and turn him around. Opening the seam at the back of his neck, another skin lay buried inside.

As suspected.

You drop him to the floor, weakness overcoming your arms. Staggering backwards, you drop yourself onto the bench behind and relax a little.

"That.. was rough.." You say, Alexis' tone tired and hurting.

You need to figure out what the rogue's been up to when he cut communications with the organization. You strip your clothes off and peel Alexis from your body slowly, her muscles aching. The pain subsides as you emerge from your host, laying her skin out on the bench.

Walking over to the gym teacher's skin, you pick him up and reach into the seam, peeling the two skins apart.

The flaccid skin of a teenage girl comes free in your hand, and you almost drop it in surprise.

Her memories flood your mind as you don her body. Alice Clark, biologically 18, chronologically, about 24.

Inducted into the organization after she survived an attack by another member who tried to turn her into a disguise, and was taken an interest in after she took the pen from the member she had incarcerated. She was useful due to her willingness to wear skins, but was suffered from bipolar disorder after switching between skins very often. Due to this, she was labeled a type 3 and installed in several locations off and on, the latest being the Saint Sienna's academy, where she'd decided to go rogue after becoming fed up with the organization's orders. She had worn several people during her time, even Alexis, but never left the school.

What was the point?

You admire your pale complexion, long blonde hair softly drapes over your shoulders down to your lower back, after probably years of no attention.

Gazing into a nearby mirror, your soft blue eyes betray your previously evil intent. Pink lips pursing as you try to make faces.

Your breasts are larger than Alexis', probably a small C cup with small round nipples. You're slim and tall, a nice feeling.

Time to contact HQ and get out of here..

Walking over to Alexis' skin, you quickly don her over your current appearance, her aches return and you wince as you move along.

You look down at the gym teacher and shrug, zapping his skin with the black pen and leaving him there. You pull on your clothes, grabbing Trish's skin, you bundle it up and stuff it under your shirt to conceal it, even though you appear awkward.

You walk back to the dorm room, ignoring anyone nearby.

Grabbing your cellphone, you flick it on and enter Alexis' pin.

5567. Simple.

Your classes at the organization embedded their go-to number whenever contact was needed.

1-800-SKINS

It's horrible. You'd heard Gunther complaining about it as you entered the lab one day, and you quite agree.

Why would the organization have a commercial number, and something as obvious as SKINS?

Whatever..

The phone rings once, and a man answers.

"Hello? Oh sh- Hold on one sec'." You frown and wait a few seconds, you hear movement.

"Sorry, hello?"

It seems the guy on the other end put on Elena's skin, or at least her head as you're now listening to her voice.

"Hey. Wanna' get some kangaroo steaks?" You say.

"Only if we get some kiwi milkshakes." She replies.

"So, who's in poor Elena now?" You ask, laughing.

"That you in Alexis, Rookie? I hope you've got good news." Elena says.

"Yeah, I'm all done. Got the rogue, a young girl named Alice Clark." You say.

"Good job, I don't know the name though, must've been older than me." She replies, "Alright, I'll send transport first thing tomorrow. Prepare yourself."

"Thanks." You flip the phone off and sigh.

In the shower, you bask in the temporary relief that is warm water over your bruised body. Slowly stretching your limbs, you reach around and peel Alexis off.

Alice's pale body underneath, you pull Alexis' feet from your own and drop her on the wet floor. Turning around, you bathe yourself again.

Such a pretty girl should be well groomed, you almost feel sorry for her.

Repeating the external and internal cleansing process, you relax finally.

(Author: Dystrophia)