Aunt Anna

A tinge of guilt welts through your spine. You don’t want to use it on Anna again, especially after lying to her about what you’ve done. To an outside viewer, shooting Anna again is unfair, especially without her knowledge or consent. That said, she is undoubtedly the safest option. You already have the experience of wearing her once, and that experience has inextricably weaved your lives together into a web of intimacy. You know everything about her as much as she knows about herself. Her victories, her failures, her past lovers, and her wants and anxieties. She is also the one most likely to forgive you. She has known you all her life and treated you like her own child, despite the two of you being biologically unrelated. Perhaps on the day you tell her of your escapades, she will choose to see you still as the same curious boy that tasted glue in kindergarten. Of course, asking for forgiveness is more cowardly than asking for permission. But it’s better if she doesn’t know about this, at least at first.

Holding the gun behind your back, you stroll over to Anna’s bedroom. You rap a knock on the door, but no answer comes from the other side. You test the door knob and see that it is unlocked. You put an ear against the wooden door and attentively listen. It’s faint, but on the other side is almost definitely the sound of light snoring. Anna, after all, can choose to sleep-in these days. As a recent Starmaker creator, she works to her own schedule creating content. Maybe she worked a much longer stream last night. If so, she deserved the rest, but it does give you an opportunity to approach your experiment with greater discretion. You open the door finally and confirm your suspicions. Anna, dressed in pink-white underwear, is sprawled across the mattress. Even with the window shades closed, you can see her drooling onto her pillow. She looks cute and so relaxed. It just comes to you that you don’t know if these gun rays are painful. You have to **** yourself not to think about it. Hopefully, shooting her doesn’t disturb her slumber.

You aim and fire the gun, but unlike last time this is no accident. Every bit of how you hold the gun and stare down the barrel is intentional and motivated. You won’t miss and you won’t be surprised. The gun ray hits Anna and in an instant, too fast for you to make out a visible reaction, she deflates. You close the door behind and set the gun on the nightstand. Maybe you prefer to dress in her skin in darkness. No light to illuminate you and reveal exactly what you’re doing to the woman of your childhood. If there is a god, he won’t know the sins you’ve committed. The last time was an accident; this time there are no excuses.

Based on what you read from the manual, there is more than one way to enter a skinsuit. The way you’d much prefer at this moment is by drawing a line along Anna’s spine and creating a slit just wide enough to fit your body inside. After undressing yourself, you do exactly what is suggested in the manual and create a satisfactory opening connecting from the back of Anna’s neck to the top of her pelvis. Then like a pair of men’s slacks, you insert your legs into hers, feeling the sensations of yesterday. You can already feel the weight of Anna’s butt as you continue along and push your arms into hers. Anna doesn’t particularly work out, but her arms have a certain weight and strength to them that feels greater than yours. All that’s left is Anna’s head as you bury your face into hers, feeling out the inner texture of her head before aligning her facial features over your own. The skinsuit confines you and the slit slowly closes up like a sutured wound. Just like with her arms and legs, you feel a new weight to your face when you blink your eyes open. And not just your face. Her voluminous hair cascades down to your shoulders and tickles along your back. Without even needing to look down, you can tell there is new weight to your chest. Thank goodness for the sturdy and tightened fit of your guipure lace bra. You otherwise can’t imagine how your aunt would be able to walk around with these two bouncing around. Now that you are fully inside her, you walk with her legs to the shades and open them up. The summer sun beams into the bedroom. Your weather app said it would be clear skies and in the low 80s for the rest of the day. You can’t help but cross your arms under your chest before wistfully watching the busy people and cars outside going about their day.