Get rid of Laura

It was clear to you that Laura was too great a risk. She was too close to the secret, and the fear of being discovered was a constant companion. After pondering the situation for a while, you had come up with a plan.

You decided to meet Laura as Juliette at Juliette's house. The moment was painstakingly arranged, with each detail carefully considered. Wearing Juliette's skin again, you perfected your impersonation down to the smallest mannerism. You wanted no slip-ups.

When Laura arrived, you greeted her with Juliette's usual warm smile and invited her in. The conversation flowed easily, and as you talked, you casually maneuvered her into position.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled out the special pen – the same one that had helped you take over Juliette's form. As you held it in your hand, you tried to steady your nerves. With a swift movement, you jabbed the pen into Laura's skin. She gasped in surprise, but before she could react further, the transformation began.

Laura's form shuddered and rippled before slowly deflating, the clothes falling loosely onto the now skin-like body. The sight was eerie yet fascinating, as Laura's body was reduced to an empty shell, her essence distilled into the magical pen. Once it was over, Laura was no longer there. All that remained was a skin, waiting to be filled.

You then turned to the task of removing Juliette's skin. It was a delicate process, requiring care and precision. You started by peeling the skin off your arms, the sensation ticklish and weird. Then, you slowly pulled it off your torso and legs. The sensation was akin to peeling off a tight suit, but a thousand times more peculiar. The skin slipped off, leaving you in your original form.

You looked down at Laura's lifeless form, a part of him felt a twinge of guilt, another part anticipation. You knew what he was about to do wasn't right, but he felt compelled by your newfound power, the thrill of becoming someone else. The device you had used to activate Juliette's skin suit was still in your hand, a simple, unassuming pen-like gadget, now seeming to hold an unimaginable power.

Laura lay prone on the floor, her back exposed. With a soft whirring sound, the seam running down her spine began to open. It was as if the skin suit was inviting you in, a portal to a new identity.

Lasse hesitated for a moment, the reality of what he was about to do sinking in. This was Laura, his friend, and he was about to step inside her skin.

With one last look at his own body, he placed a foot into the opening at the base of Laura's spine. It was nothing like he had expected. It wasn't unpleasant or uncomfortable; it was just... strange. The interior was cool and smooth, almost velvety. The sensation was foreign but not entirely off-putting. His other foot followed, and before he knew it, he was standing in the skin suit, feeling Laura's legs around his own.

As he pulled the suit up, the magic of the device began to work its wonders. Laura's body seemed to form around his own, adhering to him like a second skin. It was a surreal experience, feeling another person's skin against his own, fitting him perfectly. It was like wearing a wetsuit, but somehow more intimate, more personal.

With some effort, he pulled Laura's torso onto his own, feeling the suit close around him. His own form was disappearing, replaced by Laura's. He felt the curves of her body form around his, the swell of her chest, the slight indent of her waist. He could feel the weight of her breasts against his chest, an unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant sensation.

Finally, he reached for the headpiece. It felt strange, pulling Laura's face onto his own, feeling her hair brush against his neck. But the strangest sensation was yet to come. As he slipped into Laura's head, a surge of memories hit him, memories that weren't his own. As the pain subsided, you felt a rush of memories that weren't your own. Laura's life played out before your eyes in a rapid slideshow: birthday parties, high school drama, arguments with parents, laughter with friends, fleeting moments of happiness, moments of sadness. You saw Juliette from Laura's perspective, a best friend and confidante, and then you saw yourself, a mere acquaintance.

Your heart pounded in your chest, echoing in your ears. It was Laura's heart now, beating in the body you were occupying. A wave of guilt washed over you. You had taken something precious from her, her very identity. But there was no turning back now.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you slowly stood up. Looking down at your new body, you could see Laura, naked. You felt Laura's long hair cascade down your back. You felt her breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt, her feet in her sneakers. You even smelled her perfume.

You took a step, then another, feeling Laura's legs move. It was different from when you were in Juliette's body. Juliette was energetic, vibrant, full of fire. But Laura was different. She was softer, calmer, more reserved.

You walked to the mirror, seeing Laura's face looking back at you. It was a bit disconcerting, looking at a face that wasn't yours. But then you remembered that it was your face now. You were Laura, at least for the time being. It was like a torrent of thoughts, emotions, experiences, all flooding into his mind at once. It was overwhelming, dizzying. But as quickly as it had come, it faded, leaving behind a sense of clarity, of understanding.

Lasse was gone. In his place, Laura stood, looking at herself in the mirror. Her own reflection stared back, familiar and yet utterly alien. She had become someone else entirely, yet she was still herself. She was Laura.

After exiting Juliette and slipping in Laura, you turned your attention to inflating her. Commanding her to pretend like everything was normal, you watched as she came to life. Her body filled out, her features returned to normal, and she stood, ready to follow your commands. It was an odd sight to behold, your friend standing there. It was a bizarre sight, seeing Juliette's empty skin standing there, eyes blank.

You focused your mind on the suit, imagining Juliette's personality, her attitude, her quirks. The suit began to move. It looked around, it scratched its head, it adjusted its clothes. It was a convincing portrayal of Juliette, an uncanny impersonation.

"You're Juliette," you said to the suit, "you're going to continue living your life, going to school, hanging out with friends. Act natural, act like Juliette."

And with that, you watched as Juliette's suit moved around, nodding at your command, before walking out the door and off to carry on the life of the girl it mimicked. Now it was time for you, Laura, to do the same.