Trish gives you the pen to zap her

You watch as Trish flips the brown pen in her hand contemplating it before she looks up at you.

"Here. Try it on me," she offers along with the pen. "Just no playing around afterward, OK?" Her smile is friendly and enthusiastic just like when she had you zap her with the black pen that turned her into a suit, just before you fondled her. Although a pleasurable memory, you know you better not let this get out-of-hand.

"I don't know about that."

"Go on. You want to find out don't you?"

She pushes the pen at you. Your Jessica hand slowly reaches out and takes it as you toss Jessica's undies onto the bed. Trish backs up and poses like you're taking her picture.

"OK. Shoot."

You do. There's a flash of pale blue light, but nothing happens.

"Doesn't seem to work," you tell Trish in Jessica's voice.

However, Trish looks a little funny, like she's in shock or something. Her face and skin have an odd sheen. She leans her head right, then left, before reaching to the back of her neck. Suddenly her face goes lifeless and falls away as she pulls her hair over her head. You jump back and almost scream seeing her skin herself.

"Cool," Trish exclaims as she removes the rest of the skin from her body. "It made a duplicate skin of me." With a smirk then a coy voice she adds, "Now you can wear my body the way you like, without it being the real me, and I can watch."

"Oh no. Tha-that's OK, Trish. I don't, don't need to ..." you sputter making her laugh.

"Relax, Jess. I'm just kidding." She drops the skin on the bed then comes over and takes the pen. "I wonder what it would do if you were already wearing a skin?"

Her predatory look at you has you raise your hands hoping she'll stop, but she points the pen at you and pushes the button. Again a pale blue light flashes, this time on you. A throbbing ache rapidly grows in your head until it's almost unbearable.

"Oh, ow," you groan grabbing your head and squeezing your eyes shut. Thoughts and ideas and memories begin racing through your conscious for a couple seconds before the pain subsides. When you open your eyes, you see Trish in a whole different perspective. She's a friend still, but she's the best friend of your boyfriend, David.

"Whoa. This is something else."

"David, are you OK?" Trish asks so concerned that she uses your real name for the first time since you put on Jessica's skin.

"David?" you giggle then excitedly ramble on like Jessica does when she's thrilled about something. "I'm Jessica. I've got all her memories and stuff like being David's girlfriend, and growing up with my sister, Katie, and family, and all my - Jessica's - relatives, and school activities, and friends like you, and ..." You stop for a few moments and then smirk at Trish. "And that sleepover a couple years ago when we ..."

"Jessica!" Trish screeches in a panic. "We promised we'd never tell. When did you tell David? I mean when did Jessica tell you, David, about that?"

Jessica's laugh flows so easily now, and it's perfect her. You feel her personality in control as you reply. "I've never told anyone, Trish. But you just gave David all my memories, so you're the one that blew that."

Trish looks worried for a few moments before shrugging it off. "No problem. He's not about to tell and let his secret out." She contemplates the pens then ponders,

(Author: Wordsmitty)