Test it on Tina

Getting home finally, you throw your schoolbag on your bed and start heading towards Tina's bedroom. You thought about testing it on Claire but then decided against it, you'd rather be older. Tina, however, had these amazing C cups that make anything she wears look amazing. You start to worry about how you're admiring Tina considering.. she's your sister. Ironic, yes, you're about to turn her into a skin and wear her. You honestly just think that you should stop thinking so hard about it because you're starting to creep yourself out. Gripping the doorknob you open the door and a blast of air conditioning blows over your body, making you shiver.

Closing the door behind you, Tina's sitting as her desk with big pink Skull Candy headphones on, bobbing her head rhythmically to what you assume is music coming from her direction. It's probably incredibly loud in her ears since she didn't hear you enter. Sitting on her bed, she pays you no mind at all. You glance at the computer screen to see her playing League of Legends, she grumbles in frustration. Probably died.

Hah. Nerd.

You take off your shoes after putting the pen on the bed besides you. It feels good to get out of your clothes after school, and the AC makes it even better.

Stripping off your shirt quickly you throw everything on the floor ontop of your shoes. Stretching your shoulders, your hands shake with anticipation.

Slowly you pick up the pen and eye it one last time, standing up, you turn to Tina. You aim at her back, your thumb on the small button below the pen's head.

"God fucking damn it, this scrub team won't stop fee-.."

Holy shit! You're startled as she instantly deflates in her chair, the headphones fall to the floor and clatter loudly. You're looking at the deflated form of your sister with her.. "skin-hands" still on the mouse and keyboard, her deflated head hangs backwards over the chair looking at you. Her character on the screen runs into a group of enemy players and promptly gets killed.

"She's probably gonna' be more pissed about the game than me zapping her.." You mumble.

Approaching the skin, you grasp two handfuls of skin and hold her up in front of you. Her head flops down forward, her bun comprised of dirty blonde hair with red streaks flops lazily forward aswell. With no shape, her head looks horribly.. wrong. You stop yourself from throwing up and pull off her clothes rather easily.

She was wearing what she calls "gaming attire", which is pretty much just a big white t-shirt and her panties. She doesn't care at all and happily walks around the house in her underwear with her nipples printing. If anyone asks, she'll probably say "What? Do you like them?"

Turning her skin around, you find a thin slit running down her back from her neck to above her ass, or what's left of it.

You put her down over the chair and strip out of your clothes, then you pick her up and pull open the slit. It seems to be.. elastic? Isn't this human skin?

Pushing your legs into her own provided a rather new experience, your legs thicken instantly and you're faced with Tina's apparently bombshell legs, smooth as a result of her shaving. Running your hand over one, you feel as if the leg is yours naturally. No wonder that stalker guy was so fanatic about this, it's amazing!

You pull it up and feel an instantly tightness over your groin and torso, biting your lip to stop from screaming in surprise, your genitals have literally been squeezed out of existence. You bend forward and inspect as you frantically feel around your groin. Oh dear God. You never knew this day would come. The day when everything that makes you a man disappears! You pull the skin down and it tears from your own like it was stuck with a really thin layer of glue.

And you experience a swelling sensation. Voila! They're back. You sigh almost in relief. Now that you know your manhood hasn't been teleported to another dimension forever, you pull the suit on properly. You almost fall forward as you feel Tina's tits form on your chest. Like an idiot, it takes you a few seconds to stop bending forward and groaning in pain, and a few more to get the hang of it. Your tits literally fill your hand and you bite your lip again, it's almost euphoric. Your nipples are super sensitive as you soon discover, cringing in pain as you accidentally squeeze one. Pulling the rest of the suit on, your face literally molds like clay into Tina's and you flex your jaw a few times, moving to a mirror. The tightness of the bun on your head eventually fades as you lean forward into the dressing room table's mirror, correcting Tina's face over yours. You close your eyes for a second and absorb all this new information, wearing the skin feels like you just added another layer of feeling on top of yours, but your "old feeling" gradually fades away, like a numbness.

"Wow, this is gonna' be good.." You smirk using Tina's pretty face, her voice warped with your boyish expression.

Sitting in Tina's computer chair, you look at the screen and see a huge "Defeat" sign across the middle. Oh dear. Clicking OK you navigate to a menu where you've got a few messages from "T3hSk4ll" flashing in the bottom corner. You click it and a small page opens up.

4:12 tina wtf did you dc?

4:12 tina???? omg we were winning and you threw it

4:12 you better respond or im gonna call you in 10

4:16 oh my godddd tina that was a qualifier how could you throw it, we're gonna get placed in gold or some skrub league come onnnnn

You frown and try to interpret what "skrub" means when suddenly your cellphone.. Tina's cellphone rings on the desk right next to you.

Shit shit shit shit. You pick up Tina's iphone and hit the green button on the touch screen, putting it to your ear.

"Hello..?" You say, trying your best to not sound incredibly nervous.

"Tina? Are you ok? What the hell happened?" You hear the deep voice of Tina's bodybuilder boyfriend Andrew. T3hSk4ll must be his username or something.

"Uh, my internet cut out, sorry." You lie.

"I saw Twitch run into Caitlyn and Braum and I thought you'd just rageqq'd. Those guys were pretty bad." He says.

"Uh y-yeah.. Really bad. Really. Bad. Uh.." You don't know what Twitch is, or who Caitlyn is, but you're playing along.

"Listen, why don't you get ready for the party and we'll head there now? To get this all off your mind." You suddenly hear him say.

"Uhm.. yeah.. I'm not- I'm not too sure about that toni- I mean today. Can I call you back later, Andrew?" You say, trying to get him to leave you alone.

"Andrew? Tina, you alright?" He asks, obviously I said something wrong.

"What do you mean? Isn't your name Andrew?" You impulsively say, but then curse silently, you're way out of character.

"Yeah, but you usually call me Drew.. Is everything alright over there?"

"Sorry Drew, gotta go bye." You hit the red button and end the call.

You fucked that up so hard.

A few hours later, it's about 9 o'clock and you are with Andrew at the previously mentioned party. It's your friend Nikita's birthday and your whole gang is here to chill.

You asked Claire for some help picking out what to wear, to Claire's own confusion. The two of you picked out a casual look, plait shirt with a red jacket and jeans.

It's been a few hours since you arrived and after a game of beer pong and a few confused attempted make out session with Andrew, you're in the bathroom trying to figure out if someone put something in your drink. You're looking at yourself in the mirror after washing your face and your "friend" Nikita opens the door and walks up to you. In your slight drunken haze, you admire Nikita's curvacious form in her corset outfit and fedora.

"Not lookin' so good, Tina." She smiles and pat you on the back.

After trying not to throw up, you look at her and smile back. She's got a glint in her eye of something evil.

"You've got a nice piece of meat there, Andrew, right? Real cutie T." She says. You raise one eyebrow, looking at the sink.

"You guys together for a while?"

"Uh.. I think so." You don't know if Tina's been with him for a while, and you're kinda wasted. It's hard to think of good lies much less coherent responses.

"You think so? I guess you won't mind if I spend some time with him tonight." She says with a smirk, patting you on the back again.

Something boils up in you, a mixture of disturbance and anger. You look at Nikita and grimace, she's obviously interested in Andrew.

Nikita's got a nice complexion, she's a mix, her father is white, her mother black, as a result, she has long curly hair that hangs down to her shoulders and lovely pink lips with a hazel skin tone. You look into her brown eyes, something tells you to zap her. You realize you brought the pen with you, it's stuffed into your side pocket. This sound like a great idea in your head, and there's no reason not to go along with it, right?

Sticking a hand into your pocket, your other hand loops around Nikita's neck and you pull her into a kiss. She doesn't resist and you thrust the pen into her ribs and press the button. You feel her jolt once and then deflate against your body. Laughing, you put her skin on the towel rack bunched up and lock the door.

Looking at the black pen, you smile. That kiss felt pretty good and you're starting to want more. In fact, you think you need it.

(Author: Dystrophia)