Try lady

Looking at her skin, you felt disgusted. But despite all the contempt for the lady, the skin of the villain who brought so much misfortune into your life with your sister... caused some mixed feelings. You remembered how your sister put on a suit and her excited face.

"Is it really that nice?" - you thought.

For some reason, before throwing out or destroying this skinsuit, you wanted to try it. You smiled angrily and took her skin. You touched her sagging breasts with wrinkled nipples. Going down with your hand to her crotch, you noticed that she was shaved. But the pussy itself was in a terrible state. Dried up and wrinkled is a disgusting sight. Now you understand why she wanted a new body with her twisted mind. But for some reason it became more and more interesting for you to try this terrible costume. It was all so bad that you were curious to feel it for yourself. And the thought of becoming the one who turned you into a **** seemed fair, to some extent just.

"As they say: if you want to think like a criminal, become a criminal" - you said, grinning.

You have revealed this ugly skin in front of you. You began to doubt this idea, but still began to unzip your latex suit. After removing your latex shell, you lift the suit again and after taking a deep breath, immerse your foot in the suit.

The suit enveloped the leg quite gently and pleasantly, but you looked at the flabby skin and you involuntarily wrinkled. But you continued to thread the second leg. It's not that you want to disfigure yourself with this costume, just curiosity.

"Bye-bye, my young pussy" - you said, pulling the suit up to the waist. You were a little smaller than a lady and the suit, among other things, also hung on you. The pussy of the suit touched yours. You opened the slit of the suit and could see your young pussy peeking out.

"Cool"

Next, you put your hands in the sleeves. The suit's chest hung over yours. Now only a head with gray hair hung in front of you. The gap was still open, it was possible to remove it. But you thought it was too late to back down. After touching your new sagging breasts, you took up the mask and threw it over your head.

Darkness. Then a sharp contraction in all parts of the body. You felt a strange pressure – everywhere: in the pussy, anus, breasts, even in the mouth. The gap in the suit tightened and you started coughing and fell to the floor. You have heard that your breathing has become rougher.

"What the hell..." - you said in your old lady voice.

"It's unusual to hear it from your own mouth, heh."

You slowly got up from the floor and looked around.

"It's as if my vision has become worse, although perhaps this is not surprising. Awww"

You have noticed your reflection in the mirror. Your skin was no longer hanging down, although it was clear that time had not spared it. But now you looked more fit, and somehow grown-up. You started posing in front of the mirror, touching your new big breasts and then you reached for the pussy.

"Damn, it's nice, but not as intense as in the old body"

You rubbed your crotch, but it wasn't enough. You would only get pleasure by putting something inside. First you dipped your fingers inside and started walking around the room. But you still felt unsatisfied.

"Damn, I hope I don't accidentally die of a heart attack" - you thought to yourself, grinning.

You didn't find any phallic objects nearby, but your gaze fell on a brown pen. She definitely won't turn you into a costume, but…

You take the pen out of the case. And twist it in your hands.

"Another pen that ruined the life of me and my sister"

You looked at your sister's skin, which was lying on the bed. You bit your lip. The idea of being rejuvenated, right now, seemed absolutely fair now. You started running a pen over your stomach.

"I have already become a Lady physically... and if mentally? What did my sister feel at that fateful moment?"

You plunged the pen into your pussy and began to rotate it in different directions.

"Ah, it's better now..."

You looked in the mirror again. This view made you feel disgusting, but you were no less excited, and therefore accelerated your movements, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm.

"Ah! No! I'm cumming in this horrible costume! Sister, don't look at me! I've become so terrible!"

You've finally came. It was far from the same as masturbating in a young body, and you did not leave the feeling that just a little more and your heart would either stop or you would have a stroke.

"Okay, it was an entertaining experience, I will try not to live to a very old age" - you joked and threw the pen towards the bed.

You threw out your hand, but the hand did not open.

"What?"

You shook your hand a couple of times, but you couldn't open it with your brush.

"What the hell!" - you tried to open your palm with your other hand.

Then you abruptly put the pen to your stomach.

"No! Stop it! I can't control my hand! What's going on!?" - you shouted and tried to stop your hand.

"Give me my body... little bitch!" - a familiar voice sounded in your head.

"No! It can't be! Let me go!" - you shouted.

"Thank you for being able to revive my mind with your young juices... and now goodbye" - you resisted, but still pressed the button.

"No! No! No need! Please!" - dropping the pen, you grabbed your face and started trying to tear off the mask. But it was like you were scratching your face, it was painful. You started having a headache as more and more of her memories flowed into your head.

"Sister... save... me..." - your voice broke off and you fell silent.