Yes, take off

You decide to take off Marie's skin quickly. You think of removing the skin as quickly as possible, searching with your hands for a slit in the back of your head. Reluctantly the slit appears and you pull the edges apart, releasing your sweaty face. Your pussy begins to tingle as if begging you not to take it off. But you were already used to this stimulation and resolutely stepped out of the suit carefully putting it aside.

You wanted to wrap yourself in something as quickly as possible and your hands reached for Ketrin's freckled skin. She was shorter and you didn't understand how you were going to fit into her. But time was running out and you decided not to hesitate. Her slightly tanned freckled skin began to cover your snow white and skin. You were even a little turned on that you were wearing skin with external imperfections. There was nothing wrong with freckles, but you personally thought that nature had gifted you with such beuty, and this fact that you were being totally transformed was pushing you to the edge.

Pressing her crotch against yours you ran your hands over your new labia and continued the process of changing. Her small breasts covered your mounds making your breasts almost smooth. You sadly rubbed your new nipples, but still received a pleasant response from the touch. Finally you grabbed the mask and pulled it over your face. As you adjusted the unevenness of the mask you felt the slit begin to close. You patted yourself on the cheeks and opened your eyes.

"Wow, I really got smaller! These pens are really magical! And very dangerous..."

You felt the suit begin to shrink again. You overcame that already familiar feeling and patted yourself on the cheeks. Your gaze fell on the girls' skinsuits lying there. You took them and shoved them as quickly as possible in the locker. You also threw your soggy zentai in there.

"I hope you won't be mad at me. I'll come back for you... Or someone else."

You closed the closet and exhaled heavily. Your legs began to shake and your hands covered your face.

"God, what am I doing... I don't even have a plan..."

You clenched your hands into a fist.

"It'll all work out... I just want to live my life in peace... I'm not a pervert by any means."

You picked up the caretaker's zentai and began to put it on. Initially you thought you wouldn't fit in it, but it turned out to be smaller than you initially thought. The material resembling thick tights slid over your skin. They were twice as thick as the previous ones, you weren't even sure you could see anything in them. The zentai stretched well and gave the effect of smoothness and elasticity. Your entire, though less feminine, body was tightly wrapped in the black nylon-like material, highlighting your curves and irregularities. All of your erogenous zones began to tingle and distract you upon contact with the zentai. But you were able to ignore them. You lifted the mask in front of you, your gaze slightly unfocused, a strange desire in your head supported by the tingling of your nipples and pussy. You mindlessly pulled the hood over your head until darkness enveloped you. Mechanically you zipped up behind your back, put on a belt with handles inside, latex boots, a black cape, and a cape. Only when you finished dressing did consciousness seem to return to you.

"I... I dressed so quickly?"

Your hands rushed to your face, groping your new smooth face.

"The material is so thick, but I can see... really like through thin tights."

Suddenly it hits you.

"Shit! I don't even know where to go! What if they suspect me?"

Your hand rested on a holster of pens.

"Should I use the brown one?"

After these thoughts, you immediately shook your head.

"No-no-no! That's dangerous! Then I'll improvise..."

You thought it was time to get out before the absence of the warder led to suspicion. But then you remembered that you might notice that one of the combatants was missing. You wondered.