David is thinking up a new deal with Leah

After pondering to yourself for a few moments, you realize that Leah is expectantly looking at you.

"So..?" She says.

"I think I know what to do." You reply, holding your chin in thought.

"Care to elaborate?" She raises her brow.

"We.. should donate Jimmy's body to someone who can use it. Like a cancer patient, or something." You explain.

After a moment's hesitation, Leah glances to her feet, then to Jimmy in the bag. A smile, probably one of relief spread thinly across her lips.

"That sounds like a good idea, actually.." She resolves, looking up to you once more.

"Then it's settled." You say in a low tone, almost remorsefully.

Jimmy was a nice guy, or so you thought. You never thought him devious enough to think of doing something like that.

He was going to break up my relationship with Jessica..?

You pick up the bag holding Jimmy's skin, and once you look into the bag and see Jimmy's deflated visage staring out at you, something hits you.

Jimmy's mother was a good friend of you own, and that's how you met Jimmy himself. Because of that, his mother used to call your house regularly to chat with both you and your mother, followed up usually with Jimmy asking you to do something "funny" with him over the phone.

"I think something's wrong, I've gotta' go." You glance quickly at Leah and say.

She recognizes your sudden look of urgency, and demands to know what the problem is.

"What is it?" She asks.

You drop Jimmy's bag and open the bedroom door, shouting at her behind you.

"Call me later, I've gotta go now!"

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Knocking on the front door, you glance around you at the street, before looking back at the small, closed window beside you.

No answer.

You knock again and wait a few more minutes, the car is there, but nobody seems to be inside. Jimmy's mother is an esteemed lawyer, and you know that she'd never be somewhere without her car, especially since she's always running around for business. Your worries intensify, and you open the side-gate leading into the backyard. Walking down the side of the house, a large orchard of trees on the neighbor's side shields you from view. Looking up the side of the house, you notice that the bedroom windows are open.

"Hello! It's me, David! Anybody inside?" You yell.

No reply, as expected.

Walking into the backyard, Jimmy's dog perks up and runs out of his wooden shelter. As it nears you, yapping in it's usual, happy bark, you notice it's horrible condition. The dog is starving, it's ribs visible under it's thin coat of fur.

"Rupert, boy, what the hell happened..?" You quietly whisper to the dog, patting his head as you kneel.

Getting up, you look around the back of the house and walk up to the backdoor. Twisting the knob, it turns. You're happy you don't have to scale a wall anymore.

Opening the door, you walk into the seemingly abandoned house. Rupert scuttles in behind you, his claws quickly scratching against the floor tiles with every step.

"Hello?" You repeat. "Anybody home?"

Checking each room, everything seems as it should be. You march up the stairs, Rupert's little body zooming up them past you. You watch him zip around a corner and disappear from sight, barking excitedly. You suddenly remember that he does that whenever Jimmy's sister Heather is around, and quickly you run after him. Entering Heather room, you cringe.

Rupert excitedly sniffs and licks Heather's deflated, naked skin, laying crumpled up on the carpeted floor.

You back out of the room and hurry to Jimmy's mother's room. Throwing the door open, you groan in horror as you discover her skin sprawled across her bed, also naked. Her clothes scattered across the floor messily. You discover a stain underneath the skin as you move it, a large uneven circle on the white sheets.

Dropping her, you hold your mouth as images of what could have happened here flash through your mind, you try not to vomit. Jimmy went home and zapped his family.. probably during school. You imagine that's why you hardly ever saw him until later on during the day as Ashley. You need to restore them, but you can't leave the house with them as you have no means of turning them back to normal, and if they woke up outside of their house, that'd cause problems.

Walking downstairs, you collect yourself and notice the phone's display.

7 Unread Messages

You press the play button, and a series of messages are played for you. A few clients, until you hear your mother's voice.

"Wednesday, February, Fifth, 3:21" The voicemail's automated voice calls out.

"Sandra, it's me, Marie. You haven't answered your cellphone, so I called here. Call me back the moment you hear this. Bye bye!"

BEEP

"Wednesday, February, Fifth, 3:34"

"Sandra, me again, I really need you right now, please call me back."

BEEP

"Wednesday, February, Fifth, 3:39"

"Sandra, please pick up! I swear to God, please answer now!"

BEEP

"Wednesday, February, Fifth, 3:40"

"Sandra, are you okay?! This is strange, you always pick up your phone! I'm calling the cops right now."

BEEP

Oh shit.

You look up at a clock overhead and see the time,

3:39

It dawns on you that your own mother just called the cops, and that they're headed to this house right now. If you're caught in this house by yourself and the skins of two women, you'll be in the some deep shit. Suddenly, the sirens of a police cruiser sounds in the far distance. You glance out the window and are barely able to make out a car headed this way, flashing lights and all. You turn and run up the stairs to Jimmy's mother's room. Throwing your clothes off and into a closet, you pick her skin up and stretch it open, stepping into it hastily. Quickly donning the skin, you shrink in height by not much, and you feel your chest's weight as breasts materialize on it. Throwing her hair from over your new face, you find some underwear from a drawer and quickly put them on, following up with an t-shirt and shorts. Running into Heather's room, you stash her skin away in your new room, burying it under a pile of bags containing files.

"Hello? This is the police, open up!" A man yells.

"Coming!" You reply.

Running down the stairs after making sure everything is nice and tidy, you unlock and open the front door.

'Good evening ma'am, are you Sandra Wright? We received a call from your friend "Marie Anderson" that you were in possible distress.'

"Yes, I am." You reply.

"May I see your identification, please?" He asks.

"Sure, let me get it for you." You say, turning and walking back up the stairs.

You remember seeing her handbag up in her room, on a large mahogany desk. Opening the door once more, you find it and pull an ID card out of one it's pockets after quickly searching it. Arriving downstairs again, you present the card to the policeman.

"Alright ma'am, thank you. We'll clarify this issue at a later date, but since there is no apparent need for any escalated security measures, we'll leave you alone.

The department will call you sometime soon." He says, and nods in conclusion.

"Thank you Officer." You say with a smile.

You watch him walk back to his car, get in, and leave.

Slamming the door, you fall against it, your nerves finally giving out, almost making you break out in tears.

What has Jimmy done..?

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You get home quickly and try to call Leah on Skype, but to your dismay, she's offline.

Searching her up in the phone book, you call her house.

"Hello?" Her mother answers.

"Hello, ma'am, can I talk to Leah for a second please?" You ask.

"Sorry, David, she's out for a bit. She said she had something important to do. Probably cheerleading." Her mother explains.

"Alright, thanks. Have a good evening." You say, putting the receiver down.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Fishing it out, it's Jessica. You hit the answer button and put it to your ear.

"Hey babe." You say.

"Hey lover.." Jessica seductively purrs, your eyes widen in surprise.

"Jess? You okay?" Instantly you recognize something wrong, Jessica would never lead you on sexually.

"More than okay, baby, come to my house. I've got something good for you." She says.

You hear the call end, and suddenly something pops up on your screen.

Jessica holds her phone out infront of her whilst spreading her pussy with her free hand, her tongue sticking out over her chin, with an evil glare in her eyes.

(Author: Dystrophia)