Turn Trish into skin.

Unable to hold both anger and curiosity against Trish you point pen at her and click the button. A beam shoots out of it at and strikes Trish. As it lands on her body, her expression contorts into one of fear and confusion.

"David wa-"She manages to say before body becomes empty in a single moment with a poof sound. Her body, or more precisely her skin, drops onto the bathroom floor, piling up like a piece of cloth. Her skin now lies beneath your legs, empty and yearning for someone to host it, hidden in Trish's clothes that she was wearing during her confession. You stand there motionless, looking at what Trish has become. You can't say what exactly you feel. Confusion? Excitement? Fear? Guilt? Or, maybe all at once? After what feels to be an eternity, you pick up Trish's skin and Trish's clothes and move to the Jessica's bedroom. You lay Trish's skin on Jessica's bed wide spread across it near Jessica's skin. Quite strange to see your childhood friend naked for the first time like this, isn't it? Nervous chuckle escapes your lips. Now you stand before two skins: Jessica and Trish. You try to think of the actions you should do right now.

You scratch the back of the head and try to figure out what led you to this outcome. That's when it strikes you. You remember Trish mentioning there are penS. You scan the surroundings and find a box with different looking pens yet similar to the one you hold. There is a manual inside the box and you decide to read it through. There it is! You found that there was a pen capable of sharing memories of a person who was turned into skinsuit, by shooting it at yourself while wearing that person's skin. You take that pen and fidget it carefully in your hands. Yeah, although it looks different, it still seems to from the same branch as the first pen. You lay it near Trish's skin and stand straight with your hands on your hips.

"Well......" You say with unease in your voice, looking at Trish. "I.... don't have any other way to find out the truth.... at least as far as I know.... But It feels wrong." You say to yourself. "I know Trish was wrong in there, but still.... I can feel if I do it I wouldn't be any better than her." You try to weigh the decisions you have on your hand. "But if I only use her body to find out the truth, then it wouldn't be as bad as skinning the whole family, right?" After some self debates you manage to come up to one choice. You would put Trish on and extract her memories.

With a trembling hands you lift Trish's skin. It's strange to the touch. Although lifeless and pliant, you feel it being warm and elastic with unnatural response. You look around it to figure out the way to climb inside her. You turn her back to yourself and try to find a seam by touch. Instead you find out that your fingers delve deeper into her spine with surprising lack of resistance. Your fingers puncture her skin and you part your hands, creating the seam on her back. "Woah.... So.... Is it supposed to be like that?" You wonder. After figuring out the seam you sit on the couch with open Trish's skin and begin to put it on.

First go the legs. You put them through opened seam and slide them inside the corresponding legs of Trish. As you pushed your legs through, you felt inner resistance of the skin and it's tightness. But as you pushed it suddenly eased and let your legs in it with a swift move, as if it morphed to welcome you. Once your legs were in place, you take a look at them. To your surprise Trish's legs enveloped yours and completely hidden them. You try to move them and they respond. You decide to pause with your amazement until you put her on completely. You stand on these new legs of yours. You get a little wobbly in them. Seams they haven't experienced with holding someone of your weight and statue. Once you are steady in place, you grab Trish's skin by the lower part of the seam and pull it upwards, making your pelvis slide inside hers. You look at the mirror nearby. The vision of yourself, having your upper half and lower half of the Trish while her empty upper half swings and hangs to the floor, makes you feel a little uncomfortable, to say the least.

Now with the lower half on, you get your hands on the top one. You take a hold of the torso and begin pushing your hands through the seam right into the "sleeves" of the Trish. The story with hands is the same as with the legs. Once your hands take place inside Trish's, you take a look at them. They are Trish's hands but... they follow your will. They do as you think. It's getting more impressive the more complete is your makeover. Still you manage to hold your boiling emotions and continue with the finishing of putting on Trish. You press your chest to the seam and it momentarily gets embraced by the confines of Trish's body. Your torso is now fully enveloped in Trish's, weigh of her breasts pulling on her (your?) shoulders.

Here comes the final part. The only thing is left is to put on the Trish's head. You stretch the seam open. It's still surprising that this skin is that elastic. With stretched opening you push your head through it. Your head travels through Trish's neck until sliding right into Trish's head. You squinted your eyes while you push your head through skins confines and once your head stays in the right place, you open them. The first thing you see is the strand of Trish's hair blocking your view. You put it away with your (Trish's) hand and accidentally brush your face with the hand. You feel that it's not your face. It's smaller, smother, softer to touch. You look at the mirror. Trish's reflection looks back at you. As if no one is inhabiting her body. You move your hand, Trish does the same.

"Woah, that's stra-" You cut off yourself after you heard your voice. Or rather Trish's voice speaking your words. Amazed by this result you decide to truly check out your new body. You stand before the mirror. You travel your hand along the curves of Trish's body. Occasional feel of touch sent shivers down your spine. By the way, you felt that the seam on the back sealed shut leaving only smooth skin. It caused you to worry a little, but knowing that Trish has already worn such skinsuit and managed to take it off, you quickly calm down.

Although you enjoyed the little time you spent caressing the curves of the borrowed body, you got struck by the realization that you are drifting away from your original intent. You slap your cheeks in order to get serious already. You walk towards the bed, moves are graceful in this body. You pick up the pen you putted aside previously and press it to your head. You click the button. The beam flashes. The flow of Trish's memories begin to fill your mind. Different parts of her life go past your vision. After overflow of all the lifelong memories comes the time for most recent ones. There is her confession..... her being in the shower.... her wearing Jessica..... and here comes the beginning.