Something else

Fearing the worst, you rushed towards her. How are you going to explain the skin? But maybe, it's just something inconsequential. No need to worry, you told yourself trying to calm down.

When you turned the corner, Laura was holding a shoe - one of Juliette's. It must have fallen off her deflated foot when you kicked everything into the corner. Laura looked confused, obviously realizing it was a girl's shoe even if it was big, at least bigger than Laura's. Fortunately, the skin and the rest of her clothes were hidden under your pack.

"Oh, that must have, uh, fallen from my pack," you lied as calmly as possible. Quickly, you took the shoe turning Laura away from the pile hiding Juliette. Laura's left eyebrow raised, and you fumbled on. "I, ah, ... It was, um, to be a joke. A trick."

"It looks about your size. I can only imagine - no. I don't want to imagine. Maybe you can wear it later and explain." She shook her head and headed off to her room.

Wear it later. The words made you stare at the pile and wonder what it would be like to wear the shoe - on Juliette's foot when you have her skin on.

You pulled her from underneath and held her up by the shoulders. Her rubbery head hung back as her pants and other shoe fell off. Her light green-striped panties teased you hanging treacherously loose, begging for you to shake or pull them down.

That personal part of you twitched again as if urging you to do something, something more than just stare. You shivered at the thought: Put her on. Climb inside. Do it. Do it now. Your quivering was enough that her panties slid slowly down her legs like an erotic dance, leaving you staring at a fuzzy bush.

When the suit is ready you can get into it just how you like it to. You can rip the back open to get into it, you also can stretch the biggest body openings, I mean to be exact, the mouth, vagina or ass to also get in.

The voice you heard the other night repeated itself as if there was a speaker by your head. You body felt warm. The words **** themselves into your arms, even as your mind seemed to be thrilling with fireworks. And yet, a part of you was trying to stop you, telling you how wrong this was, how her becoming a skin was an accident that you needed to set right, she was a friend, Laura was just down the hall getting dressed, this was a great opportunity that you needed to not hesitate to take advantage.