Getting worn again

Laura's gaze settled on you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Holding the pen, she walked over to you and studied your face, tracing the curve of your jaw, the contour of your lips. You wanted to jerk away, but your body wouldn't listen, couldn't listen.

"Lasse," she began, her voice low and filled with a power you'd never heard before, "it's time we got better acquainted, don't you think?"

With a swift movement, she pressed the pen onto your forehead and clicked it five times. A warm, tingling sensation spread from the point of contact, engulfing your body in a wave of energy that caused you to gasp. Your skin began to loosen, your muscles turned soft, and within moments, you felt yourself collapsing into a heap on the floor, an empty shell.

Watching you transform, a hint of a smile flickered across Laura's face. She kneeled down and ran her hands over your deflated body, testing the texture and elasticity of your skin. Her expression was one of fascination and mild amusement, like a child with a new toy.

"Time for another adventure, Lasse," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. With a giggle, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her slender frame. She stepped out of her shorts, then started to slip into your skin like stepping into a pair of jeans.

Laura stood before the deflated shell of Lasse's skin, observing the way it pooled onto the floor in a mess of warm flesh and muscle. The inside was slick, moist and glistening, an unusual sight that drew a shiver of both repulsion and excitement down her spine. She touched it gingerly, her fingers sinking into the slightly tacky substance that coated the interior. It felt warm and alive, but utterly void of its previous host.

Taking a deep breath, Laura stepped into Lasse's skin, much like she would a pair of tights, starting with the feet. It was a snug fit, the skin clinging to her legs like a second layer. It was an odd sensation, feeling the wet, almost slimy texture of the inside slide against her skin, but not unpleasant. It was like stepping into a warm bath, the heat seeping into her muscles and relaxing them.

As she pulled the skin up her thighs and over her hips, she couldn't help but marvel at how well it fit her. Despite the physical differences between them, Lasse's skin adjusted, stretching and molding to accommodate her form. She ran her hands over her new stomach, feeling the now alien but familiar ripples of 'her' abs beneath 'her' fingers. She looked down at 'her' hands, admiring the more masculine form they took, broader and stronger than her own.

Next, she began working the skin over her torso, a process that felt oddly intimate. She could feel the tickle of chest hair against her breasts as she pulled it over them, the cool, damp texture of it causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. She slipped her arms into Lasse's, feeling the loose skin tighten around her biceps and forearms. It was an odd sensation, like wearing a glove that was too big, but it soon began to adjust, fitting snugly around her.

Lastly, came the most challenging part: the head. Lasse's neck was tight, almost constricting, as she pressed her own head through. It was a moment of claustrophobia as her vision was filled with a flush of pink and her ears were muffled by the dense skin. She **** her head through, feeling her features press against the insides of his. Her mouth filled with the unfamiliar taste of his skin, the unsettling sensation of his tongue aligning with hers, and the odd fit of his teeth around hers.

And then, with a sudden release of pressure, she was through. Her head was now encased in Lasse's skin, her face matching his down to the smallest detail. She blinked as her eyes adjusted, looking at the world through Lasse's eyes.

Looking down at 'her' new body, Laura took a moment to familiarize herself with it. It felt strange, but not entirely unwelcome. And as she began to experiment with movement, she realized she could manipulate Lasse's body as if it were her own. The power that came with it was exhilarating and frightening all at the same time. Her friend was under her complete control, and the full realization of what this meant was both intoxicating and terrifying. But for now, she would revel in this newfound power and explore the boundaries of her control.

"Well, this is familiar," Laura said, her voice echoing with your own. She looked at her reflection in a nearby mirror, marveling at how well your skin fit her. "I have to admit, this is quite the power trip."

Then, she glanced down at your empty clothes, scattered on the floor, and let out a chuckle. "I guess I should probably put these on," she mused, bending down to pick up your shirt.

As Laura navigated through your body, getting used to the new fit and feel, you watched helplessly from within. There was nothing you could do to stop her, nothing you could do to regain control. All you could do was watch and wait, hope for an opportunity to strike back, a chance to regain your freedom.

But for now, you were just a passenger, a silent observer trapped within your own skin. And as Laura picked up your jeans and pulled them on over your legs, it became clear to you just how much power she held.

Laura, now in control of your body, began to move around the room. She checked her reflection in the mirror again, practicing different expressions, playing with 'your' hair, and admiring the fit of 'your' clothes on 'her' body. A sense of dread filled you as you realized what this could mean.