You wake up

You, perplexed, slowly opened your eyes. You didn't know how long you had been lying there.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

You looked at your little freckled arms and legs, and then you saw a tiny dick between your legs. And then you remembered.

"I'm still in the skinsuit..." - you tried to pinch a little skin, but you couldn't find the grip.

"What?..." - you continued to pinch your suit, but it was as if it was your skin.

"No, no, no. It’s impossible!" - you started trying to open the incision on your back.

Thoughts began to appear in your head.

"Lonely... scary… nobody needs me..." - flashed through your head.

"No... I have a loving boyfriend, a family, a bhhhaaaaa" - your stream of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp jump of excitement. Your penis has become tense again. Your hands reached out to him again, and you started masturbating again.

"Haaaaa I'm a whore... Yeeees I am…"

You began to receive not your memories. How she was bullied since childhood because of her appearance, and that she had a dick, even though she considered herself a girl. To spite everyone, she became a prostitute to show that she was worth something. She even found a rich man who liked people like her, and that's how she ended up in this house.

But when no one was home, she was attacked by a man in black latex, the same as you in the shower. He struggled with her and then started aiming at her with this device that turned people into costumes, but she managed to contrive, because she was small and flexible. And in the end she turned it into a costume. After that, out of curiosity, She put it on, and then emptiness, memories break off.

It seemed to you that you were becoming a different person after the memories you received. You really wanted to have sex.

"Stop! What? I'm not a whore! No! I..."

You realized that the costume really influenced you. You grabbed your head again and tried to remove the mask from your face. You were able to grab the fold of the mask and began to pull. The mask stretched, but did not come off. Under the mask, you could see a mixture of fear and horror on your face. Tears were pouring out of your eyes. The suit again sent you a powerful jolt of excitement and the mask slipped out of your hands.

"No! No, no, no, no!"

You started to scratch your hands over your face again, but the suit didn't stop sending waves of pleasure to your brain, as if it was fucking your real body under the skinsuit. You fell to your knees in despair. Your little dick was shaking in tension.

"Please..."

The mask tightened on your face again.

"I don't want to forget..."

Then... Another jolt of pleasure.

"My boyfriend... and loved ones..."

Push

"It was just..."

Push

"My fantasies..."

Push

*Sob*

Your hands reached for the penis again by themselves. You didn't resist anymore, you just cried quietly, realizing that your boyfriend might never find you. As soon as you touched your penis, you ejaculated outside and inside the skinsuit – there was a resonance. You felt like your personality was floating away somewhere. In her place comes a little shy, but absolute slut personality.

You were sitting on your knees with your mouth open and lifeless eyes, a trickle of saliva was flowing out of it.

"Yeeeeeees... I am a slut, and always have been" - you said, starting to rub your chest and penis.

"I am Slut" - you said it like a mantra, repeated it many, many times until you ejaculated again. A little sperm splashed on the bed, this can be personified with the fact that your personality completely came out of you along with all the sperm. The more you ejaculated, the more you lost yourself. You have reached the point of no return and now you will definitely never take off this suit with your own hands. And no one knows that it's actually you under the skin of this ugly little girl. This is the end for you.