She gets memories again

"No, I promised… But one more time..."

She stood up and took out a gun from the closet hidden under a pile of her clothes. The switch was still set to "Memory". She still wasn't sure if she could have done it on her own without the help of his memories, which were strangely affecting her.

"Okay, one more time… I must learn to suppress these desires."

With anxiety in her heart, she shot herself in the arm again, and after a few seconds, her head started to hurt like the first time. The memories came back one by one, and she remembered everything. At this time, a lot of pleasure began to flow back into her brain, so much so that it stopped and after a few minutes she barely finished, she was already looking at herself with a different look – predatory, masculine. She took the lube and applied it to her body as if she had done it dozens of times.

Next, she picked up a latex suit that was already unzipped. She wore it with great enthusiasm. The latex was cool and quite thin, and thanks to the lubricant, it glided perfectly over her skin. Even as he was threading his arms through the sleeves, he noticed an increasingly bulging bulge at the bottom. Leaving the best for last, she pulled the mask over her face, and the first time the mask fit properly. With a deft movement, she zipped up her back, and now she was ready.

She went to the mirror and hugged her entire body. Her hands explored her male body from top to bottom, occasionally touching the bulge of it.

"Ah! What a great latex feeling! Just wonderful! I'd wear it all day… Wait, I said about myself in the masculine gender… Although… I'm getting used to the role! So I'm a man named Peter now! Yes ... Peter"

His cock was very tight, and he put his hand on the bulge and began to knead it. Oddly enough, a crushing orgasm followed immediately, smearing his latex boxers again.

After several acts of masturbation, a memory flashed through his mind that there was another skin in the closet. Peter went over and opened the closet, sorting through the clothes from memory and pulling out a woman's skin.

"Ahhh... that whore whose name I don't even remember..."

He opens the hole on her back.

"Wait it's my mother… Calm down, I'm just playing the role of Peter... I'm a man right now... and I really want to wear it!"

The mother's skinsuit glided very well over his latex skin. He didn't feel much of the touch as his senses were a little blunted. The suit's pussy pressed against his empty black crotch.

"I wonder how I feel my pussy through a latex suit?"

The snow-white skin of an adult woman soon covered his black latex skin. Remembering how he did it for the first time, he savored every moment and put on a mask to tighten the suit as soon as possible. Squeezing his chest and massaging his crotch, Peter waited for him to become this woman again.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! It's starting!"

The suit tightened around his body, and his thighs began to bulge. His chest began to swell, and the mask pressed tightly against his face, hiding his features. He managed to cum his cock inside the suit until it completely became a woman.

"Aaaaaaaaaah... ghhhhhrghhh"

He groped his chest, getting a pleasant response in his brain. Juice began to drip from her pussy, which continued to smear on her crotch. Peter went to the mirror and looked at himself. In every way, he was a hot mom. He reached for his face again, and this time, the skin easily separated from his latex skin.

"How cool is it to be a woman and have a pussy"

Peter continued to massage his clit, enjoying himself. When he saw his latex face, he wasn't so excited, but then he remembered.

"Stop… I'm a woman... yes! Ha-ha, I'm too good at playing the role! I'm a girl... or"

She hesitated and the thought that she was wearing several suits now sent a wave of pleasure through her that brought her to a female orgasm. He rolled his eyes and dropped to his knees, juice dripping down his thighs.

"Why is it so pleasant to feel a woman's orgasm as a man?... I think I'll... stay inside for a bit longer..."

After several orgasms, he stripped off his mother's skin and tossed it carelessly into the closet. After taking off his dirty and smelly latex suit, he also threw it in the closet right on his skin. Standing in front of the mirror, he examined himself again.

"Hehe, I would have stayed with you longer, but I have to go about my business..."

She dug her hands into the back of her head and tried to tear the skin. But it wouldn't budge. It was as if she was trying to tear off her skin.

"Eeeeeh come on let me go… I don't want to be Peter yet."

His cock began to rise slowly as Peter struggled with his suit.

"Huh… I'm a girl… What's my name?..."

His hand touched his hot cock again.

"Damn ... okay. I'll stay in this suit a little longer..."

He closed his eyes and stroked his cock, trying to remember HER name. At this time, he remembered that school was currently underway, and today he did not take lunch away from the classmates, including Mark. Remembering this weak boy, his cock tightened and he came again. Putting aside the idea of taking off his suit, he hastily dressed in the clothes he found in Mark's room and ran to his house to change and go to school. He was so eager to make fun of someone at school.