Betray George

You couldn't put up with this. No matter how much of a bad person she was, having your life stolen was a fate no person deserved...

George was finished putting on his... this woman's underwear, and leaning over the pile of clothes. He was pulling something out of his old jeans pocket when you pressed the button on the black pen. In an instant a ray shoots out of the device, and in the blink of an eye the woman before you is replaced by a pile of skin. You stare in slight shock at the result of your action. You half expected it to fail, yet the result of your actions was now a strange pile on the floor.

It takes you a minute to gather yourself and approach the pile cautiously, but soon you lift the skin up in the air inspecting it. It looked just like the woman who stood before you a moment ago, to an almost unbelievable detail. Every blemish of her skin, flaw of her face, every hair, it really was her. Even though you just saw her deflate it was still hard for you to believe it was no some elaborate costume.

But your face turned worried when you realized something. It was just the woman's skin. George was nowhere to be found. You start to stress out. Can you not **** George out of the skin? Will you have to make him take her off first? How will you explain this to him even? What if by zapping him you locked him in this skin forever? He certainly wouldn't mind, but what about the poor woman?

You were panicking a little when your fingers sense a strange bump on the edge of the skin. You inspect it further, and sigh in relief when you realize what it was. Inside the neighbor's skin was another layer. It was almost like it was glued to the outer husk, which is why you almost didn't notice it. But after carefully peeling it off, you are relieved to find George's skin tucked inside.

You lay both skins on the bed before you with a deep sigh. What are you going to do with this? Geroge's behavior was very gray in your eyes. At least in the way he has described it. But you can't subject the poor woman to such a fate. Stealing her life forever, that's essentially ****. But if you bring her back now, how would you explain it to her? You stared at the feminine skin on the bed. You knew what you should do, but you still had second doubts. And a small part of you had an ever greater misthought. A small desire in you grew, to try it on.