Let Jimmy wear Trish

"No?,'' Julia raises an eyebrow whilst you remain rooted on the spot. Jimmy has a good knack of worming his way under Trish's skin, but to literally get under her skin. The thought made you almost snatch the skin from Julia's hands. Almost.

Realizing that you have to wear her yourself stops you from acting on that impulse. You look at the dirty blonde hair that hangs from Trish's deflated head. There's no way you could bring yourself to do that to Trish.

''Then, you'll be happy with Miss Newspaper Girl?, Julia snaps her fingers and brings you back to reality.

''Fine,'' you grab Ashley's skin from the pile and holds it in your hand. It's cool and feels rather unearthly.

''Uh-uh,'' you hear Julia clucks her tongue, ''Turn around, I need to get undressed,'' she says.

You comply, but not before making a remark of your own, ''I seem to recall that you were alright with it before.''

''There's a difference,'' Julia's accent is thick, ''Don't worry, you'll know soon enough.''

From the corner of your eyes, you see Julia's clothes on the sofa, as Jimmy strips his borrowed body. ''You know what to do,'' you hear Julia calls out, ''Unless you need some encouragement.'' she adds in a lower tone.

''Fuck you Jimmy,'' you scoff.

With a sigh, you look at Ashley's skin and begin to strip.

***

''Looking good,'' Trish's voice makes you gasp and turn around, ''So, how does it feel?''

You just stand there agape, lost for words as you drink in the sight in front of you. Trish stands there in all her naked glory save for her arms that she folds to cover her breasts.

"Oh,'' Trish unfolds her arms to let you see her moderately sized boobs. They look firm and hangs tightly on her. ''You like what you see, David?'' Trish smirks as she sashays closer towards you, ''Will you cheat on Jessica for these?''

''Jimmy,'' you exclaim, but you are surprised at the new voice coming out from your mouth. It's at a higher register than you're used to.

''It's just me here,'' Trish continues to inch forward and you find yourself walking backwards, ''And I want you, no matter what you look like.''

Your heel hits something and the next thing you know, you stumble backwards and land on the sofa. ''Jimmy,'' you stutter, ''Trish, stop.''

''Psyche!'' Trish suddenly stops and grins. But not before she steals a quick fondle at your perky bosom.

''Jimmy, dude. Not cool.'' you breathe a sigh of relief. The sound of your own voice still feels alien to you.

''You should've seen your face, or maybe her face.'', Trish chuckles.

''Very funny,'' you try to let out a chuckle too, but it comes out feebly. ''Go and get something on.''

''But I'm always like this when no one's watching,'' Trish grins, ''I remembered when I went to that nudist beach with mom. Great times.''

''Re- really?'' you try to find your footing.

''Of course not,'' Trish cocks her eyebrow at you, ''You seriously believed that?''

''But I thought you-''

''Nope, haven't used the brown pen yet.'' Jimmy finishes your sentence.

''So that part about her-,'' you pause when you brain catches up on what you are about to say, but you decide to say them anyway as you see Jimmy's grin plastered on Trish's face, ''wanting me?''

''I don't know,'' Trish shrugs, she pauses, ''Or are you disappointed?'' she teases.

''Dude, I already got a girlfriend,'' you exclaim.

''So, how does she feel?'', Trish points at your borrowed form.

''It's unreal,'' you holds out your arms in front of you. They're slender and rather pale compared to your real ones. ''And I think I've lost height.'' you continue, noting that you're now a bit shorter than Trish. ''And these,'' you cop your perky breasts. After a brief hesitation let yourself the indulgence of an appreciative squeeze. ''It's crazy, it's like I'm her duplicate or something.''

''As far as anyone's looking concerned, you are Ashley White. Just like I'm Trish O'Neill.'' Jimmy corrects you. ''But,'' you see Trish holds the brown pen in her hand, ''If I zap you with this, you'll be be her inside and out. It's like when I'm in Ms. Martinez's tight hot bod. I know everything she knows, how she acts, what she'll do-.''

''But deep down, you're still Jimmy.'' you cut her.

''Correct,'' Trish grins and before you can say anything else, she zaps you.

You feel like a torrent of water assails your mind as memories filters into you. Ashley's.

***

''Glasses,'' you call out to Trish.

''Huh?''

''My glasses.'' you repeat your command.

''Right,'' as Trish walks away, you see her lightly tanned ass swaying, ''Here, can you see without them?''

''Thanks,'' you wear them and looks around. Nothing really changes, which means that, ''There's nothing wrong with my eyes, I just like to wear them,'' you shrug. It's as if her whole mind is an open book to you, but you don't merely read from that book. You're also writing it and living it. And because you have access to her memories, you know that Ashley is late to meet up with some important people in the school thanks to the untimely interruption. The cheerleaders. They want to speak to Ashley about the article she's writing.

A smile forms on the edge of your lips, Ashley did want to write the article that way for a purpose.

You look down at your milky flesh, that means the cheerleaders now want to speak to you and you're the one who's late.

''Give me those pens,'' you tell Trish whilst you start donning Ashley's clothes.

"Great! What're we going to do?'', Trish stops fondling her breasts to look at you. So immature you thought as you slides Ashley's skinny jeans up your legs.

''You stay in Trish, and see how her life looks like.'' you grab the brown pen and zaps her with it. ''Don't forget to zip up Ms. Martinez and hide my stuffs. I'm going to have some fun as Ashley.''

''Whoa,'' Trish says woozily as Jimmy recovers from the input of memories into his brain.

Looking around, you find the black pen and quickly pockets both pen.

You primp yourself in front of a mirror, doing your hair the same way that Ashley would have.

''You okay dude?'', Trish says, ''You seems a bit odd, I know it comes a bit strong.''

Turning around, you see Trish still stark naked, ''Never better actually,'' you stop to fondle your boobs. ''But Ashley's late so, I must go, ''you smile and quickly feel up Trish's ass before she could react.

''I'll see you at lunch!'' you grab the school news articles before exiting the counselor's office.

***

As you make your way down the hallway, you can feel people's eyes on you. Especially boys. Good, let them stare.

Ashley's not as beautiful or well endowed compared to some of the more influential girls in the school and certainly nowhere close as Ms. Martinez. But she has a certain girl next door vibe that she cultivated for her own gain.

Just as you round a corner, you see a few students huddling around a locker. The undergrounds. Stories about them are notoriously hard to dig up and Ashley don't often have the chance to write anything about them.

The pens start to burn a hole in your skinny jeans.