Tim

The decision is made. Choosing Tim feels like crossing a line, but curiosity wins over the bonds of friendship. After all, you rationalize, it's a temporary measure, an exploration spurred by the extraordinary circumstances you've been thrust into. Your heart races as you grapple with the implications of your choice, how it will feel to return to a male form—even if it's not your own.

You wait until the end of the day, when the school is nearly empty. You know Tim's routine well enough to predict where he'll be. You find him at his locker, away from the prying eyes of other students. It's now or never.

"Hey, Tim," you call out, approaching him with Milla's stride. He turns, a smile spreading across his face as he greets Milla, completely unaware of your true intentions.

You make small talk, casually steering him away from the locker area and towards a more secluded part of the school—a maintenance corridor rarely frequented by students. The pen is burning a hole in your pocket, its presence both a comfort and a terrifying reminder of the power it holds.

"Can you help me with something down here?" you ask, feigning a slight urgency. Tim, ever the loyal friend, nods and follows you without hesitation.

Once you're sure you're alone, you take out the pen. Tim's confusion is evident. "What's that for, Milla?"

You don't answer. Instead, you click the pen five times, and Tim's eyes widen in surprise as he begins to understand something is very wrong—but it's too late. You press the knob, and he deflates before your eyes, collapsing into an empty suit.

Your heart is a jackhammer in your chest as you stare at the lifeless form of your best friend. You hesitate only for a moment before you start the process of slipping into Tim's skin. The sensation is different this time, knowing you're entering the body of someone so close to you.

You guide Tim into the secluded maintenance corridor, ensuring you both are well out of sight. With a deep breath, you prepare to shed Milla's skin. It's a bittersweet moment; you've grown accustomed to her form, her athleticism, her life. But the pull of curiosity is too strong—the desire to understand Tim, to walk a mile in his shoes, is irresistible.

You remove Milla's clothes, placing them neatly to the side. The pen, now familiar in your hand, is ready to reverse the transformation. You click it, pointing towards yourself, and Milla's skin begins to loosen around you. The sensation is no less strange than the first time—a feeling of deflation, of becoming less as you step out of the skin that clung to your form so perfectly.

Now standing in your own body again, you take a moment to readjust to being Lasse. The memories of being Milla linger, but they're pushed aside by the more pressing task at hand. You pick up the deflated Tim, his form limp and lifeless—a suit waiting to be filled.

With a sense of determination, you align the suit with your own body. Rolling Tim's skin over yours is surreal; it's an act of both invasion and fusion. You start with the legs, pulling the skin up over your calves, knees, and thighs. The fit is tight, snug, almost comforting in its firmness.

Then comes the most delicate part—the genitals. You take Tim's flaccid penis, a detail you'd never thought you'd handle in such a way, and carefully roll it over your own. It's a bizarre feeling, one of duplication and replacement, as if you're overlaying his masculinity onto your own.

Once Tim's skin is fully on, you focus on aligning the face, pushing your features into the hollow mold of his. The seal forms, and the headache starts—an intense pressure that signals the influx of new memories, new mannerisms, a new identity.

The pain subsides, and you take a deep breath, feeling Tim's chest rise and fall with your own. You look down at your hands—his hands now—and clench them into fists, feeling the power and potential that comes with this new form.

You quickly dress in Tim's clothes, his style now yours to wear. There's a certain novelty in the mundane task of buttoning his shirt, pulling on his jeans, and lacing his sneakers. Each action reinforces who you've become.

With a final glance at Milla's empty skin, you activate the pen once more, watching her body fill out and return to a semblance of life. You give her the command to go home and wait, then gather your belongings and Tim's and step out into the world.

The sensation of walking with Tim's gait, his posture, his presence is both invigorating and daunting. You pass by students and teachers alike, none giving you a second glance. To them, you're Tim, their friend, classmate, the guy they know. But inside, you're Lasse, carrying the secret of the pen and the thrill of stepping into another person's life.

As you exit the school, the cool air hits you with a fresh sense of purpose. You're Tim now, but the journey is yours, and the next steps are unwritten. You're on a path that no one else has tread, and the possibilities stretch out before you, endless and unknown.