Use the pen for fun

You get up and walk to the living room, your movements awkward as you move with excitement, a wry grin spread across your face.

Your sister Claire is laying across the living room sofa, her painted fingernails hitting buttons with utmost speed and precision as she expertly texts a message.

You spin the pen in your fingers, your shoulders hunch slightly as you peek around the corner looking into the living room.

Perverted thoughts run through your mind as you see your sister there, wearing dark denim jeans and a grey loose t-shirt.

The button clicking as you press it, a bright laser beam shoots from the pen, emitting a soft hum as it's fired.

You missed, you realised, Claire noticing the laser as it went past her head.

"David, what are you doing?" She asks you, annoyed."What's that you're holding, a laser pointer?"

She approaches you, her long dark red hair falling across her shoulder.

You aim the pen quickly at her, and her eyebrows raise as you press the button. The hum sounds again, and her body falls to the floor.

Phone clattering, the hard plastic case protecting it cracks slightly at the edge, exposing the black plastic underneath.

You hear your sister's gurgling voice as she's dissolved into a mere costume, her skin folding as it crumples to the floor, her tight clothing constricting it.

"D-Davigh.."

You grip Claire's face, your fingers squeezing tight, crumpling her forehead into your fingers, your other hand holds her left hip.

You carry her skin into your room, and slam the door behind you.

Throwing the skin onto your bed, you shut the blinds over your windows, and stare at Claire's little pile.

You smile awkwardly, and begin to chuckle to yourself.

The sound you made is something you've never heard yourself make before.

You lay Claire's skin out on your bed, and strip her of her clothing.

Her clothes in a messy pile to the right of her skin, your eyes trace over her body as if you were hungry.

You pull her up to you and turn her around, you notice a long slit going down her skin's back.

Opening it, you raise Claire high enough so that putting her on isn't a bother, your left arm held high as you hand grips her hair.

The skin stretches over your legs as you push them through, clinging to your flesh you can feel your body morphing.

Staring at your new feet, you admire Claire's polished toenails, a scarlet red colour, darker than her hair.

Quickly you don the rest of her skin, your arms and legs slimmer yet smoother, you feel shorter.

Her head hanging on her chest, you feel a little draft blow a cooling sensation over your nipples.

You pull one arm over your new bosom, your breasts medium in size at about size C, must be all the chicken she eats.

Flipping her head onto yours, you pull her skin over your head, the slit at the back seems to melt together as you don the mask.

Your slim manicured fingers push and pull at the flesh of your face as it sticks to yours, you feel a slight movement in your throat.

Red hair falls over your back, as you stand naked in your room.

You turn around, your wardrobe's full body mirror reflection the full image of you in it.

Gasping, you reflexively put your hand over your mouth, and your eyes widen.

"Oh my God.." you say, Claire's high voice emitted from your throat.

You groan slightly as you feel your index and middle finger tease the inside of your vagina.

Your free hand grips the bed sheets, your hand moving in a slow yet firm manner, applying pressure.

The sounds emitted from your throat are endless, you fall onto your right hip, and rub faster, you free hand moving to your left breast, caressing the nipple.

"A-Amazing.. agh.. agh!" Claire's voice is pitiful, her cries soft and private..

"Aghmmph!" you bite your bottom lip hard to stop the neighbours from hearing.

A warm feeling begins to boil up, and your thrusting increases, the massaging of your vagina turns into a vigorous thrusting of your two fingers.

Your neck arches back, and your toes involuntarily clench as you orgasm as a woman for the first time.

You scream loudly, Claire's high pitched voice wavering as you limply fall against the mattress, exhausted.

Amazing, you think, that was amazing. You stick your fingers into your mouth one a time, sucking down Claire's cum, the taste bitter and bland but you don't care. You quickly get up, and you turn around, noticing the mess you've made..

A gurgling sounds as you feel hungry, you crave chicken you realise. You giggle as you remember that Claire loves to eat chicken in all it's forms.

You pick apart the heap of clothes on your bed until you find Claire's underwear, soft and silky with a black and red checker pattern.

Sliding it on, you realize the smoothness of Claire's legs, not a hair present. You also realise that she's completely shaven.

You'd always known Claire to be a messy tomboyish kind of girl, and blood flushes to your cheeks as you realise that she's quite girly.

Pulling her underwear up, you then slide her bra over your breasts, you feel the cotton pull your breasts against your chest, securing them.

Donning her pants, then her shirt, you sigh and shrug your shoulders, your red hair shaking.

Walking out of your room and into the kitchen, you swing open the fridge door and pull out a container of leftovers from last night's dinner.

Chicken and Rice.

You take the container without even heating it, grabbing a fork you move to the dining room table and begin to eat.

You down large amounts of rice and chicken with each effort.

Satisfied, you lean back and pat your stomach, it's surprisingly flatter than yours in your David body.

The phone rings, and your eyes widen with fear.

You get up quickly and run to it, your left hand almost pressing the phone down, trying to get it to stop ringing.

Sighing, you pick the phone up and put it to your ear.

"Hello?" You say, Claire's voice emitted.

"Hey it's me, Claire." Your eyes widen even more as you hear your mother's voice coming from the phone. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"

You look around and realise it's almost 6 o'clock, you've been masturbating for over 2 hours.

"Y-Yeah, I had something to eat." A thought bubbles up in your mind and you quickly apply it. "Where are you Mom?"

Your mother pauses briefly as you hear some noise in the background. Your mother's voice sounds again, "I was at the mall honey, I'm on my way home."

"Oh." That bitch, she steals Tina's skin and goes to the Mall in it?!

You realise you're not that better off, having just masturbated in your little sister.

"Is David there? Let me talk to him please hon'."

You gasp quietly, and scramble to reply.

"Sure, hold on mom."

Panicking, you desperately wish in your mind for the suit to come off.

Suddenly, the suit seems to rip apart at the back in a neat straight line down the middle, a wet noise made.

You quickly grip Claire's neck and wrench her head off, the skin peeling from yours as if stuck with glue.

Picking up the phone, Claire's face hangs from your neck as you quickly speak.

"Yeah Mom, what's up?" You try to sound normal.

"David.." Your mother's tone deepens and sharpens at the same time. "I know you saw me."

You gasp slightly and your eyes widen in fear, what..

"Look, I'm not doing anything wrong with Tina's body, I'm just borrowing it, okay?"

You become angry immediately, and you begin to shout into the phone.

"Mom, that's disgusting and you know it, how could you do that to-.." You suddenly stop talking.

You've been doing the exact same thing your mother has, stealing someone's body and having fun in it.

"David? David!" Your mom calls your name on the phone. "Look David, I'm sorry, I'm almost home, we'll talk about this later."

"Mom, where's Nick?" You asked, suddenly realising that your older brother hasn't been home this whole time.

"We'll talk about this later." She repeats, and hangs up the phone.

Only this time the voice is Tina's.

The shower sprays warm water over you, your slim fingers rub around Claire's eyes slowly as you feel yourself relax.

Your fingers run through your long red hair, and you stare at the holder that contains all the soap and shampoo in Claire's bathroom.

You slowly fall to the floor, your back sliding against the wet shower wall, your hands cover your face.

Your lips quivering, your mind flashes through thoughts of what you saw and did, and the possibilities.

You run a hand over Claire's stomach, her female hormones affecting you, and you never even noticed.

"C-Claire, I'm so sorry.." You almost beg Claire to forgive you, you don't know if she can hear you or not.

You feel rage burn through you, and you dig your nails into Claire's cheek.

Trying to pull her skin off, you succeed, loosening areas and tearing large pieces out of her face, however there is no blood.

It's like she's made of rubber, and that rubber is like skin.

You feel strange sticky liquid ooze down your face, from the places you've torn Claire's face from yours.

You look at your hands, and see the pieces of flesh, you begin to scream.

Claire's voice garbled with your David voice, the mixture sounds inhumane and almost demonic.

Your hand reaches around as Claire's back bursts open, and you rend her skin from yours, it peels off your flesh slowly.

You scramble to tear her skin from your lower body, and when you do, you pelt the entire heap at the opposite end of her shower, scrambling to get away.

The skin fills with water and you can see water dripping from her eyes like tears.

You open your eyes after a few minutes, and the water covering the shower floor is tainted with a green ooze.

After rubbing your face, you realize you're also covered in the ooze, and it's leaking from Claire's skin.

You scream loudly, trying to scrub the ooze off and wash it down the drain.

Succeeding, the green ooze is only present from Claire's skin, as you look down you see a small stream coming from under her legs.

You stare at the skin, wiping your face.

(Author: Dystrophia)