Skip the schoolday

The school day flew by, the undercurrent of anticipation never leaving you. After your final class, you made your decision. Lisa-Marie, or Lissy, was going to be the first.

You both shared the same bus route and as you walked towards it, you turned to her with a casual, "Hey Lissy, mind if I ask you something?"

She smiled, her brown hair reflecting the afternoon sunlight. "Yeah sure! What's it about?"

Attempting to sound as natural as possible, you blurted, "Can I come over later? Maybe you can help me with the linear functions from today's class? Didn't quite get the hang of it."

A surprised but welcoming smile graced her lips. "Well, I'm free today. My mum won't be home till ten tonight. Feel free to drop by."

Perfect, you thought. Easier than I expected...

Nodding, you set a time, "Great, see you around three then," and stepped onto the bus, leaving her to wave you off.

Later at Lisa-Marie's flat

Ding Dong

The door swung open, revealing Lisa-Marie, dressed casually in a loose white pullover and black leggings. "Hey, there you are! Come in please! But, wait, where are your study materials?"

Thinking on your feet, you smiled, "Oh, I think we can manage without them."

Lissy laughed, her confusion evaporating. "Alright then. Would you like something to drink?"

"A soda would be great, thanks."

As she turned to rummage through the fridge, you seized your opportunity. From your pocket, you retrieved the mysterious pen, remembering the instructions you'd been given.

"Click the knob five times so the tip is out. Then point the pen at the person and hold the clicker. They should deflate within two seconds," you quietly recited to yourself, realizing only too late that you were speaking aloud.

Lissy turned around, her face a mixture of confusion and fear. "What do you me-,"

But she never finished her sentence. With a swift click of the pen, Lisa-Marie deflated just as the agent had said she would.

"Cool!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. You walked over to her deflated skin, throwing it gently onto the couch before heading over to lock the flat door.

With a quick glance at the limp form of Lisa-Marie on the couch, you stripped yourself down to your underwear and carefully removed the clothes from her deflated form, setting them aside on the couch. You stood there, looking at her with a sense of anticipation.

"Now, what to do with you?" you pondered aloud. "Wear you? That's probably the best idea for now." With that, you reached for the deflated form of Lisa-Marie, your heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty of what would come next.