She decides to wear it (Good end?)

Sorry sometimes it pulls something emotional to write and something non-fap turns out.

She took off her tank top and your favorite black bra, so simple, but just the kind you liked, uncomplicated, no patterns or frills, just a bra accentuating a woman's beauty.

She picked up her skin from the floor and she ran to the bathroom because you embarrassed her with your presence.

Resting her hands on the sink she stared at her reflection and then at the skinsuit she brought with her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A deep exhale followed, she opened her eyes determinedly, and nothing seemed to stop her anymore. She found a slit in the back of the skinsuit, but there was no zipper. Without thinking about how she was going to wear it, she inwardly apologized to Kate and began to slip her foot inside. Not to say she was directly surprised by anything, but it felt like she was wearing thick tights.

"I recall something about sexual stimulation, I haven't seen anything like that yet..."

She had already pulled the skinsuit up to her thighs, and matched the crotch of the suit with her own. Correcting her bottom as if she had misplaced her underwear, she lowered her hands into the dangling sleeves of the suit.

"It feels like the most normal suit. It's actually a good thing I don't feel anything, I'd hate to end up like her as well."

Katya adjusted her fingers on her hands, the suit squeezing her breasts a little like a vise. She fidgeted a little, and touched her new tits. Feeling them like baby balls, she sent her other hand lower.

"Weird... it's just like usual, even too usual."

Discarding unnecessary thoughts, her gaze fell on the dangling hood. She raised it to the level of her head.

"And we do look alike... we could have been great sisters."

She ran her hands wistfully down her cheeks. Her resolve faded away. She began to fear that if you caught her like this right now, she would just die of embarrassment, and misunderstood, could have driven her away or worse - you will hate her. These thoughts shook her confidence a little in what she was doing. Kate's skinsuit was beginning to feel kind of stuffy to her.

"For his sake..." - echoed in her head.

"For... him" - she repeated. Her hands gripped the mask.

"It's my fault that it turned out this way" - she began to bring the mask closer.

"Me and my curse" - she looked at herself in the mirror with her red eyes.

"Let me atone for my sins."

She pulled the mask over her face. Her eyes immediately went dark and the hole disappeared down her back. Katya leaned against the sink to keep from falling. Her head felt a little dizzy, and she struggled to open her eyes. Her eyes were still the same red-burgundy color. But her body had changed; it felt as if it were a little smaller.

"Is... everything... okay?" - she began to touch her face and body, looking for a catch.

"Oh my god, my voice" - she couldn't see that her voice had changed, had become higher.

"I thought it would take control like it did with me... strange, maybe it's different now."

At the mirror she jerked her face and breasts again.

"Ouch!"

She cried out as if she had pinched her real skin. You couldn't tell she was wearing a suit now, she was now Kate outwardly in every way, but could she internally replace her? Inwardly she was almost at peace with what she wanted to do.