The mouth

You sit at the edge of your bed, staring at Laura's deflated skin lying there, looking no more than a piece of clothing. You swallow hard, your heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and excitement. You grab the skin, turning it over and examining the mouth, your chosen point of entry.

First, you stretch the mouth wide open, marveling at its elasticity and capacity. It's as if the laws of human anatomy don't apply here. You align your feet with the gaping maw, placing your toes on the edges of the lips and then pushing them inside. The sensation is bizarre, your feet slipping through a tunnel that feels warm, wet, and slimy. The sensation makes your toes curl inside, the strange warmth encapsulating them.

You lean back, taking a deep breath before pulling your legs into the skin. The mouth closes around your ankles, creating a snug fit. The moist, enveloping warmth travels up your legs, the slimy insides of the skin coating your skin, making it easier to slide further inside. You take another deep breath, gathering your courage before pushing further, your knees, then thighs disappearing into Laura's skin.

By the time your hips align with the mouth, you've become used to the strange sensation. You wince slightly as the narrow passage stretches to accommodate your wider girth, but you press on, your hands gripping the edges of the mouth, pulling it wider as you push your hips through. Once past the hips, you feel a strange relief, as if the hardest part is done.

You lean further back, allowing your torso to slide into the skin, the slimy, warm interior of the mouth enveloping you entirely. By now, you're halfway in, and the rest of the process is relatively easier. Your chest, then shoulders slip into the skin, leaving only your head outside. You take a final look at your surroundings before you tuck your head into the mouth, the darkness consuming your vision.

The mouth snaps back, closing behind you, and suddenly, you're enveloped in a warm, damp darkness, your body snugly enclosed in Laura's skin. You can feel the skin adapting to you, your features aligning with Laura's as the skin molds itself around you.

For a few moments, you lay there, adjusting to the strange new sensation. And then, the headache hits, the signal that the transfer of memories has begun. It's a sharp pain, but it's also oddly comforting because you know what's coming next. In mere moments, you're Laura, your mind filled with her thoughts, her memories, and her personality.