Turn the Jessica suit into Jessica now

You feel that you're Mrs. Michelle Hunt, Jessica and Katie's mother, although you know you're really David Anderson wearing a suit of her that's made apparently from her body and self. Mrs. Hunt's desire to wear her daughter Jessica, your girlfriend when you're the usual you, is partly from envy of her and to live as a girl again, but mostly from her desire to have you, David, as her own.

Now that you're in her, you have her feelings but you feel, she feels, satiated, complete. Your false Michelle personality has what it wants most -- you -- though inside it. Jessica is safe with her mother having those "pens" as long as it's you wearing her. You begin to wonder whether you'll ever take her mother off, though. You still sort of want to be David, but... damn, you even like the weight of your breasts on your chest, the airiness of your female crotch. Weird.

Setting aside that problem for now, you walk to Jessica's bedroom. The Jessica and Trish suits made from the girls are still in plain view. You hide Trish and her clothes under Jessica's bed, you put the clothes that Michelle-wearing-Jessica had been wearing over the chair that goes with Jessica's desk, and you make Jessica's bed, untidy from your sexual romps with the fake Jessica, swiftly and expertly. Then you pull aside the bedclothes, zip the Jess suit nearly up, put it into bed and put the covers up to its empty neck, then zip it shut.

Probably you should have taken your skin off and been David again. Then again, your Michelle Hunt memories say that you zapped Jessica with the black pen unawares, so that she should have no idea that it was her mother stealing her life. She should find you even more reassuring as her mother than she'd find you as David, right?

The Jessica suit slowly becomes less empty, slowly fills with flesh and bone and blood, with Jessica-ness. Soon Jessica is awake, and the first thing she sees is you, apparently her mother, dressed to the nines for the office, bending over her with an expression of concern on her perfectly made-up face.

Jessica looks at the woman you are for now, her mother