Rotating Trish

''Wait,'' Jimmy stops your train of thoughts with a mad grin that he always sports every time he had one of his bonkers ideas. Like the one that involved the washing up bowl. You have found, unfortunately that these ideas of his almost always ends up with him in hot water, and more often than not, you too.

The disheveled Ms. Martinez quickly put her clothes back on and try to present herself as best as she could, whilst you are startled by her action, you too follow suit, picking up Trish' discarded clothes from the floor and putting them on.

''Oh? Ms. Martinez?,'' Erna O'Neill suddenly appears and caught by surprise, you try to hide under the bed cover, ''I didn't expect you to be here so late. Is everything okay with the lesson?''

''Oh, si.'', Ms. Martinez replies with a smile, ''She learns quick. But we need to spend some more time today.'' Much to your surprise, she holds the pen and zaps it at Trish's mom.

''Dude?!'', you exclaim as Erna crumples to the floor as a bag of skin, just like you saw happened to earlier victims.

''Ms. Martinez can't stay for longer, but Erna can.'', Ms. Martinez shakes the skin that was once Erna and brandishes it to you.

''So, are you-?'', you begin to ask.

''Nope.'' Ms. Martinez tosses the skin to you, ''We had a deal. You got the first chance with Trish,'' she says pointing at you, ''Now it's my turn.'' she continues as she pulls off her face to reveal Jimmy's face underneath.

***

Although you've witnessed the transformation and even experienced it first hand, it was still weird to see. Jimmy's features gradually disappears as he dons Trish skin, before long she stands in all her naked glory in front of you. The fit and slender body that you just wore minutes now gropes herself brazenly, before her gaze settles at you.

''Dude,'' Trish motions to the brown pen.

As though broken from a spell, you scrambled to reach the brown pen and zaps her with it. She looks a bit woozy and uncertain on her feet for a second or two before steadying herself and a Jimmy-esque grin appears on her face.

''Oh, I wish these were bigger,'' Trish pouts as her hands wraps around her bosom. ''Just like yours, mom,'' She grabs the brown pen from you and zaps you with it.

Instantly, you are hit with waves and waves of memories. Erna O'Neill's memories. They don't hit you like a barrage, but rather like a flow of river stream, quiet and smooth, but constant and persistent. It takes you a few seconds to recover. You look down to your bosom and grins, ''Of course dear, maybe if you let me suck on them..., ''you let your sentence trail. You grab Erna's bra and lift your boobs inside the cups. Whilst Erna's pair of boobs aren't as perky as Trish's and have rather sagged from aging gracefully, they are a handful.

You got up and gather the rest of Erna's article of clothing from the floor, meanwhile, you see Trish from the corner of your eyes doing a split. Jimmy is having fun in your mutual best friend's body. ''Whoa, she's so awesome.'', Trish gets up from the floor and effortlessly does a standing front split in one go, making sure you watch her as she does so.

Then Trish notices the Ms. Martinez's skin, still deflated but now dressed in her attire, ''Almost forgot,'' she says with a grin.

***

''Bye, Ms.'', Trish says from beside you as she waves at Ms. Martinez. The Spanish teacher was confused when she woke up in the living room, but you persistently thanked her for staying very late to teach Trish. She was still rather unsure of what had happened as you walked her out at the door, but she thanked you for your concern and said that she would definitely get some sleep when she arrives at home. Just before she went out, Trish bounded from her room to send her off.

''What took you so long dude?'', you turn to Trish as you close the door behind you.

''Nick called,'' she skips, making her way to the living room, before crashing on a sofa.

''And?'',

''And, he said he has nothing to do tonight, so he wants to have some fun. With us. The Three Musketeers.'', Trish grandly says.

''What did you say then?''

''You're going to love this,'' Trish straightens up. ''Sleepover. We decided to have a sleepover right here.''

''Sleepover?'', you ask rather incredulously. Between the three of you, there is a black pen that could turn anyone into a skin and a brown pen that would enable you to pull off any impersonation, but all your brother and Jimmy came up with is a sleepover? ''And you decided this without me? What if I don't want to take part?''

''Your loss dude,'' Jimmy shrugs, ''But listen, seriously, you're going to like this, that's why I feel I don't need to ask. We're best buds right?'', there it is again, Jimmy's pitch to get you to follow his shenanigans. It worked every time, got you hook, line and sinker. ''So, Claire and Katie, they're having sleepover in your house and Nick's been complaining that their giggling is driving him mad, so he thought, you know...''

''That's... sick.'', you struggle to find the right word. Your choice of vocabulary has been far more tame than what you would usually say, but then again anything you say against the idea will make you a hypocrite. ''Couldn't we get, someone else? Anyone else for that matter?''

''Claire and Katie are just right there.'', Trish gets up. ''This is the perfect place too, only we live here, mom.'', she says with a solemn serenity. Trish's parents have split up years ago, but last time Trish was willing to speak of anything about it, her father was rumoured to have ran away to another state. As Erna, of course you know better. The guy was a bastard. He wasn't when she started going out with him, but he showed his true colours when Erna delivered the revelation that she was pregnant with Trish. He didn't take it well, but he promised he would try to support the family. It took him just over two years before he ran away, never to return, leaving a note and a stack of 10 dollar bills worth 500 dollars. Erna burnt the note, but used the money to support her life. She can't afford to let her...

''Mom?'', Trish shakes you, ''Are you okay?''

''Oh?'', you look at her, there is fondness in your heart, not of the luscious kind, but the nurturing one. ''Yeah.'', Just like from your experience being in your mom's body, it seems that if you indulge in the memories of the people you're wearing, there would be some sort of feedback.''Her memories comes strong.''

Trish chuckles, ''Got to keep them in rein dude, though it'll be a good time for a change. Katie or Claire?''

''What?''

''Katie or Claire? Before Nick call dibs.''

''I don't know,'' you say in exasperation, you'll prefer neither, but you don't have the privilege.

''Fine, but make up your mind when we get there.'', Trish puts on her sports jacket and ties her hair into a ponytail.

''What are you doing?''

''I'm going there right now, it's not that far and I don't think I'll even break a sweat.'', Trish smirks, ''You can use the car'' and with that she zooms out the front door, leaving you dumbfounded.

***

It didn't take you long to get to your house in Erna's car, but when you do, you see Trish and Nick coming out from the house. Trish sees you and flashes a knowing smile. Trish turns around and gets back into the house, within seconds, you see Claire and Katie coming out too in their onesies.

After exchanging pleasantries, you drive back, constantly checking the rear mirror, just in case one of your passenger crumples into a skin.

***

''Well, here we are.'' you say as you stop the car in the O'Neill's driveway. Relieved that you still have the same number of passenger as when you set out from your house.

As you lead them inside the house, however, you know that you have to make a decision. You don't feel like staying in Erna's skin, and if you don't pick any, then Jimmy and Nick would be Claire and Katie and you'd have to be Trish. You're not sure that you'll be able to look at your younger sister the same way ever again, the same too with Katie, you'll never see her the same way again when you visit Jessica.

Somehow in your head, it's better if you choose one of them.