Two female skinsuits

"What?"

You see two skinsuits neatly folded in the box, both of which were women's skinsuits. You carefully pick up one of them.

"What??? How did he do that? Where did he get it from?"

You held up an exact replica of yourself. An empty but so familiar face was staring at you with its empty eye sockets and slightly open mouth. There were even pink nipples on the deflated chest. Purely out of curiosity, you touched them.

"Wow, they're so soft, I thought they were rubber, but they felt almost like real skin... is this some kind of magic?"

You ran your hands through the golden hair, which felt like real hair. The light from the chandelier played on the golden curls, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed that the second skinsuit was also looking at you out of the box with its empty eyes. Carefully, almost gently, you laid your skinsuit on the bed and grabbed by shoulders and pulled out the second one

"Wow, this one looks serious... Well the opposite."

You twirled it lightly in your hands. She looked the same age as you, but her hair color was black and her features were stern and seemed meaner. It was as if her eyebrows were, by default, slightly shifted toward the center, creating an angry emotion.

"Ha, and here he goes wind."

You touched a large breast that didn't even fit in your palm. As you picked it up from below, you noticed that it wasn't so light, they justified their size. Your hands went lower and lower, you felt a little joy in touching her skin. You touched her loins and went a little lower to her labia.

"Mmmm... They even feel a little different, I wonder what it would be like to be inside the skinsuit... They do look very sexy after all."

You carefully put the second suit next to you on the bed and set the empty box aside on the floor.

"Hmmm... Did he really want to have lesbian sex? Hehehe I didn't know he was such a pervert" - you licked your pink lips, and a pleasant wave swept over you, like when you anticipate something interesting and exciting.

"I don't mind, actually."

You ran your hands over your body from your breasts to your thighs. You were already a little excited, and you couldn't wait to touch yourself. Biting your lip, you restrained yourself, and began to undress. Soon your white T-shirt and jean shorts were on the floor. You stood there in the same black, most casual underwear. Clyde liked that particular color and shape. You might have wanted to wear something more sophisticated and beautiful, but it didn't matter if only your boyfriend could see your underwear.

While you were undressing and thinking your own thoughts nothing even seemed odd to you. You didn't hear the door to the room open quietly and someone watching you intently. It was either a woman's intuition or a sixth sense that told you so, but you could feel someone's eyes on you.