Skin the family

In the photo, you see 5 faces, there's a male standing next to your current skin and 3 girls underneath them, sitting for the picture. The man is significantly older than everyone else in the photo, you're guessing he's "your" father, or maybe just a sugar daddy. Putting the photo back in it's original position, you stand up and feel your own liquids trickle down your thighs. Giggling, you find a box of tissues nearby and clean yourself up. On the floor lie your clothes, a short skirt and a thick sweater.

Bending over, a cool draft blows through your legs and tickles you.

Woah, what the hell? That's.. weird..

You're not exactly used to being a woman, considering this is your first time. Not having junk is truly a new experience. Slipping the skirt up your legs, you adjust it to the best of your ability, trying to imagine yourself as a model from those commercials you used to see on TV years ago, before your cell days. You've already got a bra on, thank god. You deem yourself a master of taking them off, not putting them back on. Throwing your sweater on, you pull it down your body, your bust sticking out like two small balloons on your chest. Looking down at them, you giggle childishly as you poke and prod for a few seconds.

Exiting your study, you revise your objectives.

Alright, I've gotta' find those girls, dunno' if the guy's even around. Seems to me like I'm currently the eldest woman, if so, why wasn't I with the guy?

You try your best to walk as pristine and.. "white" as you can, you know these white folks are always trying to be classy and uptight.

Passing through the hall, you see the Christmas tree by your point of entry, the maids aren't there anymore. However, you hear talking coming from the kitchen.

Moving to the kitchen doorframe, you eves-drop for a second.

"We gotta' get the kitchen ready for tomorrow's party ladies, chop chop!" A prudent yet clearly black lady commands.

"Yes ma'am." Three other voices reply, must be some more maids.

You simply walk on by, you're looking for the family, not the maids. We can't skin these poor hardworking ladies.

You see a large staircase nearby and you assume living quarters would be upstairs, so you climb and hear a television coming from a nearby area.

Upon arrival, you see an 18 year old teenaged white girl laying across the sofa in what you assume to be her pajamas. Her head flicks up to you as you come close.

"Oh, hello Aurelie. What do you want?"

Jesus Christ, she's snobby as all hell. I'll enjoy skinning this little bitch. Aurelie.. that's my name?

"I just need you for a second." You say, and she groans.

"Ugh, why? Can't you see I'm trying to watch something." Her face is prudent and annoyed. You're sick of her already.

"Fine, you little witch, stay there." You storm off, looking for the other sister. You hear her whispering as you leave.

"Witch..? Ha, you'd have to be referring to one of those negroes downstairs." You stop walking.

You promptly turn around, she's the gonna' be the second white bitch to go.

Walking briskly up to her, she doesn't turn her head as you raise the pen and fire.

ZAP

"No, I was referring to you, witch."

You scoop her up and ball up her skin as much as you can, deciding to stash her underneath the sofa's cushions until you can retrieve her later.

After you lay her out flat on the sofa frame, the cushions hide her nicely and you dust your hands. Fitting, for a cunt like her.

"Right, next." You say as you fix yourself, walking down the hall to a bedroom that you hear noise coming from.

The door is shut, you try the knob quietly. It's unlocked, but as you listen in, you hear faint moaning.

Jesus Christ.. what is she doing..?

You open the door a crack and peer in to see a girl viciously fingering herself with one hand, the other on one of her large tits.

Must run in the family. You laugh to yourself as you simply open the door wide and zap her. After a brief look of surprise, she deflates into a skin.

You shut the door behind you and lock it, then making your way to the bedside, there are stains all over the area her crotch was in the sheets.

God damn.. what is with this family..? I hope that racist bitch doesn't do the same. What a horrible sight.

You've got two skins so far, but you need two more. There's one last sister you need to find..

You hide the skin under the bedsheets and exit the bedroom, walking down the hall to the next room.

Doing the same routine, you see a younger girl, probably 18 years old sitting on the side of her bed on a laptop, typing away.

You open the door and step in, closing it behind you.

"Oh, hi sis! What do you need?" Phew, this one's not a cunt. Still, this makes it worse. I don't wanna' skin someone nice.

"I need your help with something sweetie, come with me." You muster up.

"Alrighty, hold on." She types something on her laptop and puts it down, standing up, you examine her briefly.

Wow, She's got decently sized breasts and wide hips, cute face with rosy cheeks.

Waving your hand for her to follow, you open the door and step outside, holding the pen up for her as she comes out.

As soon as she steps out of the door, you zap her and push her back in, rushing in behind her and shutting the door.

That was a little lazily planned, but you got it done regardless. Now all I need is one more skin.

The man of the house isn't here, so I'll have to zap one of the maids. You make your way down the stairs to the kitchen where they previously were.

Looking inside, there's only one person there, a black girl washing the dishes.

"Excuse me, love." She looks behind over her shoulder at you, then briskly turns around to face.

"Yes ma'am? I'm just finishing up here." She says with a smile and false enthusiasm.

"No need, come with me to my study." You command quickly.

"Uhm, alright." She puts down the dish and cleans her hands, then follows you to the study.

Entering the study, you shut the doors behind and lean against your desk.

"Alright, what I'm about to tell you is very weird, and please do not make any noise." You say.

"Uhm.. okay?" She seems nervous.

"I'm not who I say I am, I'm actually an ex-convict from prison and I used this pen," you raise it to show her," to turn this woman into a skin and wear her, basically, I'm wearing your damn boss."

The girl frowns in disbelief.

"Uh.. what? You're wearing Ms. Lavois?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I'm sorry, but I have to turn you into a skin too for my friends to wear, we're staying in this house for a while."

"Ms. Lavois, I knew you were acting weird with how you're talking and all, but this is just too funny. Is thi-"

ZAP

I don't have time for chit-chat sweetheart, let's go. You scoop up her stuff and hurry to your entry-point, making sure that nobody's around.

Getting through, you are greeted by the sight of your comrades huddled together in the cold, waiting.

"Gus? Holy shit! Who are you!?" Vin says.

"Shut the fuck up, cabron. It's me, Gus. I'm in this bitch's body."

You hold the girl's skin up in your hands and Rosemary takes it quickly.

"I'm coming in next, looks like you've got a female here and I'm the only real female in this little clusterfuck of ours, seems fair innit?" she says.

"I guess so, hurry up." You say.

Everybody turns away as she strips down, she's old, man. Nobody don't wanna' see that shit.

"How do you put this thing on? Oh wait, I found the opening."

A few minutes later, she's successfully donned the girl's skin, you hear a sigh of relief in the girl's voice.

"This feels amazing! It's so good to be young again." She gropes her now firm breasts and feels her thighs, but quickly gets dressed.

"Yeah yeah, hurry up, we gotta' get the other skins."

She finishes dressing in her maid uniform and stretches her limbs, smiling all the while like an idiot.

You two enter the building and find the skins, the maids have gone off to their quarters as they'd finished cleaning.

Bringing them back out, everyone's eager to pull them on and get inside, it's cold as shit out here.

The Doctor put on the eldest sister, Max, the racist middle aged one, and Vin the youngest.

He didn't seem to be **** to wear the her skin, and it's kind of ironic as such a big guy is being turned into a small girl.

After a brief party of titty-playing, everybody dresses and heads inside.

"Everybody shut the fuck up, we gotta' get upstairs so the maids don't notice." You say.

You successfully invade the household, making it upstairs, the Dr instructs everybody to go to "her" room.

"Alright, so we're in, we've got skins and nobody suspects a thing. Gus, hand me the pen."

You nod and give it to him.

"By the way, my name is Aurelie Lavois or something. I'm guessing all of our last names are Lavois except for you." you say, looking at Rosemary.

(Author: Dystrophia)