Next day

Veronika explained that her mother had briefly left for work in another city. Mark was upset, but not so much, because his older sister will always protect him. She managed to make sure that Mark didn't suspect anything. Just the next day, while Mark was at school, she put on Peter's skinsuit again, but this time she didn't get his memories. There was something she could barely remember, and it scared her. Instead, she just masturbated. She loved having a man's cock instead of a pussy. She also developed a small fetish for trying to fight the influence of the costume in front of the mirror. She was standing and masturbating in front of the mirror, pulling at her skin.

"Aaaaaaah! No! I'm not Peter! Let me go!" I don't want to!"

While she was masturbating, her other hand reached her face and she struggled to pull the mask away from her face. It was painful, but it was a pleasant pain. The mask still stretched, and the more the better so that she could enjoy her sweaty face under this shell. She no longer thought about bringing him back to life or her mother. She just wanted to play with her new toys in secret.

Seeing her facial features under the mask, she came, letting go of the mask, which slammed back into place and took another drag. A few thrusts and a pile of cum spreading out on the mirror and floor. It was not clear where she comes from in such quantities, maybe her female juices somehow transformed into this.

After the break, she was now dressed in Peter's skinsuit, and in front of her was the latex suit he'd worn under his mother's skin. She was very nervous to put on a full latex suit. She even had to order lube, but it came quickly. She could have just smeared herself with sunflower oil, but that was impractical and dangerous. She was also wearing latex boxers, and with a smile, she began to smear the lube all over her male body. But she thought for a moment.

"I'm doing this for the first time, maybe with his memories I can do it more quickly?"

Her bulge started to grow at this crazy thought, because she had promised not to receive any more memories. But she couldn't deny that it turned her on, somewhere deep in her subconscious, a seed had already been planted.