Panic before the disco

A half smile formed on your face as you sauntered over to the toga that Dawn had wrongly prepared for the evening party. Suddenly, the irony of the situation dawned on you. Letting out a melodious chuckle, you gave Dawn's form a once over. It wouldn't be inappropriate to not bother finding a costume, after all, you were already currently in a costume. Dawn's dainty hands traveled to her bosom and gave them an appreciative squeeze, sending a wave of pleasure to your brain.

Although the prospect of turning up to the party in Dawn was enticing, you decided against it. Instead, you stripped your Dawn body to her undergarments. Briefly, you stopped to check yourself out and gave an appreciative whistle before you continued. For all her bitchiness as well as complete and utter moral deficiency as a human being, Dawn had a body to die for. However, you decided to try to swap to someone closer to Michelle's inner circle, perhaps you could use them to convince your ex that the break up was a bad decision.

After a few minutes of touching and feeling yourself, you felt your heart pounding inside your chest cavity. There were no sign of the slit on your back where you had originally used to slide inside Dawn's skin. The look on your face turned into one of pure terror as you imagined being Dawn forever. In your panic, the corner of your eyes were drawn to Dawn's jacket.Hurriedly, you rushed to it and extracted the two pens. Remembering the black one was the one responsible of turning Dawn into a piece of wearable skin, you pointed it to yourself, but stopped short before zapping yourself with it. Would the black pen turn you into a skin too? You didn't relish the thought of being Dawn forever, but the thought of becoming a skin for others to wear left yourself squirming in discomfort.

PS: The chapter is written in past tense due to personal preference and will continue in past tense