Through Lisa-Marie's back

You gently picked up the deflated form of Lisa-Marie, rotating it until you saw a large zipper running along her back, starting at the base of her neck and stretching down her spine.

"Alright then," you mumbled to yourself, parting the zipper. The inside was a striking pink, oddly slick and warm. You shook off any discomfort, focusing on the end goal.

First, you slipped your left foot into her. The internal warmth was startling, and as your right foot followed, her skin conformed around your legs, appearing identical to Lissy's. Seeing your own body beneath hers sent a thrill through you.

Pulling her up over your legs like a pair of leggings, you noticed a condom-like pouch situated where her lips would be. You realized its purpose and gently eased yourself into it. Despite its tight appearance, it was surprisingly comfortable.

You aligned the rest of her lower body with yours, the perfect fit surprising you. As your hands slipped into the glove-like extensions of her arms, you felt them shrink slightly to fit. It was as if the skin itself was responding to you.

Lastly, her head remained. Hesitant, you lifted it up, peering inside. Like the rest of her, it was pink and slick. There were teeth, hollow and reminiscent of Halloween vampire fangs. A small pink pouch suggested where your tongue would fit.

"Could this be for my tongue?" you wondered aloud, apprehension lingering. With a final swallow, you stretched the face over your head, carefully aligning your teeth with the empty set within the skin and your tongue with the awaiting pouch.

Once done, you tugged the zipper shut, enveloping yourself completely in her skin. Darkness followed, the anticipation of what was to come sending your heart racing.

As the enchantment of the pen took effect, a torrent of sensation and understanding rushed through you. You could feel yourself changing, Lisa-Marie's memories seeping into your consciousness like a river suddenly diverting its course.

A wave of dislike washed over you, bitterness hidden beneath a friendly facade, a carefully crafted persona to maintain her image in school. It was shocking to realize the depth of her resentment towards you, her fellow classmate.

Among these shared memories, the memory of her first intimate experience was particularly vivid. She was under the influence, her inhibitions lowered, and had chosen a guy from her village. The details were foggy, much like the intoxicated state they were both in at the time. Luckily for her, he was too **** to recall the event, sparing her the potential gossip and judgment.

Once the initial shock of darkness had passed, your senses heightened and began adjusting to the new form you inhabited. A wave of exhilaration rolled through you, magnifying your existing arousal.

You flexed your hands, or rather, Lisa-Marie's hands, feeling the delicate taper of the fingers, the smooth surface of the nails, so much softer and smaller than your own. Trailing those fingertips up her--your--arm, you felt the delicate touch sending shivers down your spine, an intoxicating mixture of the familiar and unfamiliar.

You ran your hands over the flat plane of your stomach, your fingers dipping in and out of the navel, the sensitivity startling. It was an unexplored landscape that begged to be discovered. The softness, the curves, the smooth skin, all felt so new, so different, so... exciting. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath quickening.

Exploring further, you cupped the firm swell of your new chest, a gasp escaping your lips. The sensation was alien, the weight and fullness unlike anything you'd experienced before. Your fingers grazed over the sensitive tips, a jolt of pleasure rushing through you at the contact.

A sense of wonder, curiosity, and an unexpected arousal filled you as you continued to explore. Each new discovery, each foreign sensation, sent a shiver of anticipation through you. As you laid back on the couch, letting your hands roam freely over this new body, you succumbed to the overwhelming sensory experiences, your excitement heightening to a level you'd never known before. Your hands traced down further, your breath hitching at the alien, yet excitingly new sensation. It was an experience beyond comprehension, and you reveled in it, lost in this strange, enticing world of sensation.

As you lay on the couch, heart pounding in your chest, your curiosity guided you further. Your fingers continued their exploration of your new form, finally making their way to the space between your thighs.

A feeling of trepidation mixed with your heightened arousal as you lightly traced the soft folds of your new anatomy. It was warm and sensitive, every touch sending a rush of sensations up your spine. Tentatively, your fingers began to move, tracing the outer lips, the softness contrasting with the delicate bud of nerves nestled within.

A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers finally made contact with this new center of pleasure. Each careful stroke elicited a wave of warmth that spread out from your core, flooding your body with sensation.

It felt different, so very different from your own body, yet so powerfully intimate. Each touch, each stroke, each gentle press sent shockwaves through you, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race. Your body felt electric, each nerve ending buzzing with anticipation.

The pleasure began to build, slowly at first, but with each passing second it intensified, driving you closer to the edge. Your hand moved in sync with your ragged breaths, your body trembling with the onslaught of pleasure.

As your fingers danced over your new form, you could feel the sensations escalating, the room spinning as pleasure consumed your every thought. All you could focus on was the warmth radiating from your core, spreading throughout your body.

Your heart pounded against your chest as the wave of pleasure finally crashed over you. A muffled gasp of pure ecstasy slipped past your lips as your body convulsed, each contraction driving waves of pleasure through you.

Lying there, spent and panting, your hand still delicately pressed between your thighs, you reveled in the aftershocks of your pleasure, feeling an intimacy and satisfaction you'd never known before. You lay there, basking in the glow of your explorations, your heart still beating wildly against your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

After nearly two hours of ceaseless self-exploration, you decided it was time to take a break. You gently slipped into her clothes which now belonged to you, enjoying the soft fabric against your new skin. Her loose white pullover and black leggings fit perfectly, enveloping you in a second layer of her identity.

You remembered Lisa-Marie's famed flexibility, a characteristic you've admired since you first saw her during a gym session. Intrigued and excited, you decided it was time to put this new body to the test.

You grabbed the keys and ensured the leggings were well adjusted, feeling the fabric hug your new figure. With one last look around the apartment, you closed the door behind you and ventured out, excited to experience the world from her perspective.