Jacinta

“You know what Annalena? I think I would like to see what it’s like to take a ride in your old skin~”

A wicked grin crosses Annalena’s face.

“Wonderful. I do say, Lasse, you indeed have exquisite taste~ Since she’s supposedly a puppet to my will, I’ll have her meet us at my house later. It will be the perfect location to slip into your new life.”

Standing up, Annalena extends her hand to you instead of jerking you away.

“How about we enjoy the rest of the fair, hmmm?”

You grab her hand and hoist yourself up to meet her gaze.

“I’d love to.”

After a day of fun at the fair, you found yourself lounging on a couch in Annalena’s living room. The girl that had led you through the fun of today’s activities had retired to her bedroom. No doubt planning something for you and your future skin. You took a sip of lemon-lime soda that you had procured from her fridge as you streamed a movie on her television.

As time passed, about halfway through the film a rasping knock could be heard on the main door. You look over to see Annalena in nothing more than an oversized shirt rush out of her bedroom to greet the guest. And sure enough, sauntering into the living room beside Annalena was the gorgeous form of Jacinta. Her doppelganger.

“Lasse, I present to you the best skin there is!~ With me inside Annalena, the best option would have just had to be my old life! And thanks to these pens, you get the chance to become a truly gorgeous woman~ I wish you’d told me about the doppelganger powers sooner. It was sinful to rob the world of my being, but here we have the next best thing! And. She’s. All. Yours~”

You gazed at the women before you. Blonde locks, an off the shoulder white v-neck blouse, leather leggings, and two inch black platform shoes. She looked hot.

But your ogling was soon interrupted by the host of the upcoming unholy ceremony. With a quick zap of the pen, what was once the doppelganger collapsed into a heap of clothes and skin.

“Head on into my bedroom. You can get the chance to admire her from a new perspective after you’ve taken her form as your own~”

Entering the bedroom, skin & clothes in hand, you plop down on the bed. Setting the doppelganger to the side, you get up and lock the door. Turning around and facing the shell that you’d soon wrap yourself in, you took a deep breath.

You’d been a woman before, and here was your chance to inhabit the form of arguably the most beautiful girl in the school. Handed over to you by the original who had long since encased herself in the most popular, the thought of interacting with the original was starting to arouse you.

You’d know all about her. Her likes and dislikes, knowledge of fashion, intricacies of her form and how to treat it right, it would all be at your beck and call… Wouldn’t it?

What you had was the husk of a doppelganger spawned by the sci-fi witchcraft of the pen. Would it house the same knowledge as the original? Or did it simply act on some sort of connection with the person it was based on? Much like your first suiting, this was uncharted territory. And honestly, that’s what made it exciting!

You tossed your clothes to the side and walked into Annalena’s en suite bathroom. You weren’t sure, but part of you felt that even if it was a doppelganger, the original wouldn’t want you staining the insides of the suit with your sweat and filth. So you took a quick shower to rinse off the day's gunk.

After a quick rinse, you now felt refreshed and smelt of fresh lilacs. Exiting the bathroom, you approached the empty vessel. Picking her up you pondered how you’d wear her. Thinking back to the pleasure you felt squeezing in through Annalena’s mouth in the nurse’s office, you decided to give that method a second go.

Stretching the lips of the suit to unfathomable reaches, you began to slither down the gullet of the doppelganger. Unlike your previous experience, this act of suiting was sending currents of white hot arousal straight to your head. The all encompassing erotic sensation was making you weak in the legs as you struggled to get into your new form. You needed to make this quick. This immaculate skin was far more inebriating than Annalena’s. Was it because it was the form of a doppelganger? Or was Jacinta’s narcissism so potent that merely a partial inhabitance of her form was enough to stupefy you?

Pulling her up further you felt your shaft retract and begin to carve out the womb of the girl you were becoming. Your heart rate spiked as you panted like a dog, love juices trailing down your new smooth legs as the arousal was becoming mind numbing.

After catching your breath you continue to squeeze into the suit. Arms filling out the doppelganger's like taught gloves as each digit was whittled down to fit inside your new feminine guise. The breasts of the suit were next as they adhered to your male chest and began to balloon to their original size. You could feel your old flesh being tugged and molded underneath like putty as the suit made you all woman from the neck down.

At this point you were on the verge of passing out. The pleasure of dawning Annalena was nowhere near the potency of Jacinta’s doppelganger. With the last of your conscious will, you stretch her lips a bit further as your head disappears into the jowls of the blonde bombshell. With one final snap you were fully encased in your new skin. But before you could regain your composure, a torrent of memories and feelings bombarded your mind. Your vision goes white as your new mind, a mix of Lasse and Jacinta, is formed. The pressure causes you to fall **** as you reach orgasm with a squeal.

A few minutes go by as you lay there lost in the throes of bliss, soft breaths escaping your lips as your body made its final adjustments. Once the process is finished you feel a rush back to reality; returning to the living world with a huge gasp of air. The best way you could describe how you felt right now was a mix of euphoria and a runner’s high.

Sitting up, you flexed your new fingers. Appreciating the feeling of residing inside the doppelganger; you admire the well manicured nails at your fingertips. Looking up to the full length mirror in the bedroom, you stared at yourself. Fully engulfed with the litany of memories and feelings of Jacinta at your disposal, you understood why she was so full of herself now. You felt perfect.

You get up and approach the mirror, a familiar cheshire grin adorning your new face as one hand cupped one of your luscious breasts while the other explored the new folds between your legs. It felt good to have this sort of pleasure again. Tweaking one of your pert nipples; you raised your love juice coated fingers to your mouth and savored the exquisite taste coming from your new flesh. It was heavenly.

After taking in the feelings of your new skin, you returned to the bathroom to rinse away the clues of your self-indulgence down the shower drain. Content with the erasure of your moments of hedonism, you dried yourself off and then set to work on your hair and make-up. Out in the bedroom at the vanity, you went to work utilizing the trained skills of the skin you were in. You applied blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and lip gloss like you had been doing it your whole life. Annalena wouldn’t mind you using her products. You used what was new and unused, and besides, you’d pay her back anyway. If anything you knew she’d encourage you to look your absolute best at all times, because now… you were Jacinta. A young woman deserving the finest, and desiring the blissful acknowledgement of your peers. Finishing the routine with a blown kiss to the mirror, you spun to face the scattered clothes on the bed. The final pieces needed to cement your new identity.

Underwear on, you start with the leather leggings. Putting them on was like adding another layer to your guise. They weren’t slick like a skin, but oh so smooth and luxurious. Hanging tightly to your juicy ass, they masked the thong that rode snuggly between your cheeks; both serving as a constant reminder of what you now possessed. The blouse was snug to your belly while barely hanging on by your upper arms and chest, bra straps being the only cloth to touch your shoulders. Finally, were the shoes. Shiny and black, they added a couple inches to your height while remaining comfortable. You really wanted to try heels, but that would have to wait until you got back to your home.

Admiring yourself one last time, you seemed indistinguishable from the woman that arrived not too long ago. A ravenous alpha that would stop at nothing to achieve her desires. Desires you could now relate to. Flashing a smug smirk to your reflection, and content with your appearance you sashayed into the living area. Now a woman full of confidence and sex appeal, you were ready to reintroduce yourself to the platinum haired devilette.