He needs you to retrieve something

Cynthia doesn't answer. Instead she throws her magazine on the desk and picks up a carry bag near her lap. While your mind was still back at Jimmy's place it was clear the imposter's was somewhere else completely. You wonder how much time had passed? You hoped it was not a lot...

Opening the bag, she fumbles a little before pulling out what seems to be another deflated skin. "Here, put this on".

She throws the skin on you, and you shiver in disgust, letting it fall on the floor.

"Fuck no!" You scream instinctively.

Suddenly, Cynthia's expression shifts. Her unassuming and unthreatening face is replaced by the all-too-familiar look Jessica and Harriet dawned before. Cold, dead, hunter eyes, staring right into your soul, reminding you fully well who she was under the facade.

"Do you want answers, or do you want to end up like that thing?"

You didn't need much more convincing to comply. Terrified, you nod and pick up the skin from the floor. Lifting it in front of you in disgust, you stare at the form in front of you. It looked quite different, not like any person you know. It was another woman, and a pretty attractive one, at least from what you could gather from her deflated face. She had dark skin and curly black hair covering her face; and she was tiny. She couldn't have been larger than 5'.

You were just staring at it for a moment, but Cynthia's **** stares made you exit your trance. You shake your chills away before turning the deflated woman, finding a hole in the skin's back. You're about to put it on when Cynthia stops you.

"You need to take off your clothes first."

You blush deep red, but comply. Even though you knew that the girl was really some creep in disguise, it felt awkward stripping in front of a girl, and quite a hot one at that. But as soon as you take your clothes off, you start to pull on the skin you were given.

You remember catching Cynthia, or whatever his real name is, in the middle of putting your neighbor on and how bizzare that looked. But now, actually getting to experience it yourself, it proved to be much stranger than that. Pulling up the dark skin over your legs, you were amazed that it even fit. Your feet were much larger than the girls, and you expected it to stretch over yours, yet somehow your legs magically fit inside the much smaller ones of the girl you were wearing. The girl... you were wearing... That thought sent chills down your spine, but you continued, in fear of the man-turned woman staring you down from over your shoulder.

As you pulled the skin up to your crotch, you again found yourself in amazement. Not only was your genitalia gone under the pile of skin hugging your buttocks, but your entire lower half was replaced by that of a petite black woman. Your new smooth legs seemed like those of a child from your perspective, and if you were standing right now your perspective would seems so as well. But no matter how small, her legs were beautiful. Whoever this girl was, she definitely had a good skincare routine.

With that thought, you continue your quest, disappearing bellow the incredibly thin stomach you now now owned. It looked almost comical, your upper body probably looked as if it was photoshopped over your lower half with how much larger it was...

Yet with how much amazed you were with each step, you somehow managed to be even more with the one that followed. On your tiny chest now rested a small pair of perky b-cups. It was the first time in over two years you saw a real pair of tits which wasn't your girlfriend's, and despite not being thrilled to own it now, this was certainly a good one. They seemed to almost defy gravity. And if it weren't for the borderline murderer standing at the doorway, you would've probably stopped to inspect them. Yet you knew he wouldn't let you rest until the final step in complete. It wasn't good enough you were a woman from the neck down, you needed the full look.

You hold the deflated face in front of you in adjudication, repulsed by the sight quite literally facing you. Before, the amazement of the unnatural properties of this suit made you not think about how disgusting it really was, but now when you were faced with the innards of a human face, you weren't exactly thrilled.

Yet, your muster your strengths and push the skin over your own. The feeling of the skin touching yours made you shiver, but soon enough it is gone as well. Your vision is blank for a long moment, before suddenly your face loses its numbness and you open your eyes.

And the moment you do so, the sheer amazement kicks right back in. It was more than just looking like someone else, the way you experienced everything was different too. As you stood up in the middle of the tiny room, you were amazed at how large it suddenly appeared. You were tiny, you dropped at least 9 inches if not more, and now even Cynthia towered over you. And your body... it was something else. Not only was it tiny, but incredibly slim as well. You felt like a mere gust of wind could send you flying through the air, and your slender arms felt no larger than a stick. And its sight was... enthralling. Looking down and seeing your tiny slender body, your perky ebony tits, it was larger than life. And you couldn't resist but... to...

You gasp in shock, jolting your arms off your chest. You barely just managed to cup them, but even just that sent a shiver down your body. But it felt surprisingly... good...

"Enjoying yourself?"

Cynthia cuts your exploration session, making your blush deep red. But she just chuckles. "It's okay man, I get it. I remember my first time." At this moment the imposter seemed strangely... human. Like never before, you felt like a point of connection was found. And he for his part seemed to notice that as well, and intent on cutting it as soon as it reared its head.

Cynthia's face turned back to the cold expression of before as she stood above you, making you feel even smaller. "Alright." She comments. "It's good you like it in there, since that's gonna be your life for the next month."

You gulp. Month? You were gonna have to spend a month as another person? And as a girl at that? You really didn't want to, but it wasn't like you had a say in it. Yet you did have influence. "Why?" You ask, surprised to first hear your new voice. It was soft and high pitched, you felt like you could hear it for days. To put it simply, it was... cute.

You half expected Cynthia to pull a "because I said so", yet she had a surprisingly insightful response.

"Ahh, good question." She smiles. For a moment she almost seemed innocent. "You see, in this college. Is a man named Matthew. At least, that's his real name. I don't know what he's going by here. Anyway; Matthew owns something of mine, and I want it back. It's a penlike-suting device, like the black one I used on you, but it looks a bit different. Anyway, he took it and I want it back. That is all."

You look at her a bit confused by that statement. Is that really the the entire mission?

"Why do you need me then?" You ask confused. "That seems like a pretty easy task with the powers you possess."

For a moment you felt yourself grow meek again as the taller woman stared at you. But then, she smiles. She was positively surprised by your curiosity.

"Another good question, you're on a roll today Kenz!" She chuckles, and you reciprocate her friendly laugh nervously. Kenz?

"It's that Matthew knows me too well. He will be able to recognize me coming from miles away, no matter what disguise I wear. He knows my behavioral patterns, and whenevernI try to approach him I get recognized almost instantly." She smiles. "But you... well, it's perfect. He has no idea of your existence. He would never be able to figure that behind this cute, innocent face hides someone out to get him. That's why I brought you back, and if you pass this mission successfully, I'll let you free."