Go and restore the skins. Trish has gone too far

"What the hell Trish!" you exclaim, expressing your surprise and disapproval at what your best friend has down. You snatch the black pen out of her hands and start gathering the skins into a bag so you can restore them back where they belong. Disgust is quite a strong feeling but it quite accurately describes your feelings towards your best friend right now. You knew that these pens were powerful but that just means that the users have to exercise restraint and try to only use them on people who give their consent. There's just too much leeway for **** with these things.

As you're about to storm out with the skins, Trish sneaks up on you and grabs your wrist. You're able to fling off her grasp but she pulls you around and kisses you passionately. Your eyes widen as your best friend plants a big sopping wet one on you. Trish and you have been friends for as long as you can remember but while you have had mostly platonic thoughts for her, you've never really thought of her as a romantic interest. You push her away and oddly enough, she gives you a really big smile. There's something odd about that smile of hers which doesn't sit right with you.

"You know," Trish says enigmatically, "I'm actually glad you reacted that way. I thought that you'd have just accepted that without question but I'm glad you've proven me wrong." As she says this, her hands have moved to the back of her head. A look of concentration crosses her face as she pulls at her skin. Your eyes grow even larger as the opening grows wider and wider until her face deforms and flops onto her chest like a mask. Underneath Trish's face is...