Juliette

"Was that the door?" Laura asked. She couldn't see it from where she was.

What do I do? What do I do? What doIdo? WhatdoIdo?WhadaIdo? your mind flashed frantically.

You had just created a suit of Juliette, Laura's best friend, a girl about your size with short, dirty-blond hair. Since you'd been instructed not to reveal your secret to anyone, you had to cover it somehow before Laura found out. Fortunately, your panicking brain formulated a plan quicker than it took to read this explanation.

"Ah, yeah. The wind must have blown it open."

Quick as a flash, you darted over to scoop up the Juliette-skin and her clothes while pushing the door shut. You tossed them round a corner and kicked your book bag over to cover them. That would have worked perfectly except you didn't have shoes or socks on, and your toe connected with something solid inside it.

"Ow!"

"You OK?"

Laura approached as you turned towards her, trying to keep her from seeing the skin. You needn't worry as she was totally focused on your hopping across the room on one leg like a run-away pogo stick.

"J-ust, oh, st-stubbed my toe," you sputtered as you tumbled onto the couch.

"Here, let me see." Laura took your foot and gently held it out, bending down in front of you, the neck of her t-shirt forming a window showing her breasts hanging delightfully inside. Her hands were soft, and tenderly she stroked each toe. "Which one?"

The throbbing rapidly moved from your toe to your crotch, getting stronger with each caress as you gazed at her chest. Pain seemed to fade, replaced with growing excitement. This all had short-circuited your voice causing her to look up when you didn't answer after a while. Her eyes widened at seeing that the pink folds of the robe had parted like a stage curtain exposing the show.

"Oops. Sorry," she mumbled and backed off.

"No. No. I'm sorry. I mean, I, uh, didn't . . ." You tugged the robe closed as your arousal warmth turned immediately to flushing your face, probably beet red.

Laura's eyes lit up, and she began to laugh putting a hand over her mouth. In a couple moments, the situation started you laughing as well.

"Maybe we should each put a little more on before Juliette gets here. I thought that the door might be her. She sometimes just walks in. I can only imagine what she might think of us like ..." She waved her hand between the two of you.

You had completely forgotten about Juliette's skin until then. As Laura started back down the hall, she called out: