It worked! A little too well...

"What the hell?" You whisper roughly. You look around confused. Your head fealt cloudy and dizzy. Why were you naked? Last thing you remember you were putting on Elaine's skin. Why did you take it off? No... wait, that isn't the last thing you remember... you out your head in you hands.

That kid, he saw you and confronted you. But you convinced him otherwise, you made he deal. Wait, did he-

You pause as your David memories finally return to you. You weren't this gross middle aged man, you were an 18 year old guy, and you stopped this middle aged man from impersonating a poor woman. A poor woman apperantly named Elaine....

The Brown pen! It worked! You couldn't help but scoff in happiness. This is perfect! But this happiness again didn't come from David, it came from George, who was happy to learn he could very easily impersonate whoever he wants now...

You of course realize George was pretty much talking out of his ass back then. He was no poor homeless kicked off his livelihood. George... you... were a conman, working minimum wage as a janitor by day and scamming poor tourists by night.

A conman who long had eyes for one of the office girls, a beautiful executive manager working in the office you cleaned, who was now laying emptied on the bed before you....

No wait, fuck! You were not this creep! You were David Anderson. Geroge was a creep, a stalker who disturbed poor Elaine for months now. You had to remember that. You were only wearing George to find out more information about these pens...

You figure now that like most of his valuables, George recieved the pens through a con at the local bar, from some businessman you had your friend Mickey pickpocket while you distracted him. You at first thought they were just some fancy pens you could sell for a great markup at the market, but you discovered their true potential when you accidentally fired it at your pickpocket friend. It didn't take long for you to figure out what to do with them, and so you found youself in this current situation...

You realize again you equated yourself to George. This was not good. His personality was very dominant over you, and you found it harder and harder to think of yourself as David. You knew you should take it off, but it was easier said than done. George's mind didn't want you to take him off. You put your hands at the back of your hand, trying to will the skin to come off, but each time it failed. It needed just some more tries...

But in the midst of your attempts at escape from this body, your eyes drifted, to the skin of the beautiful woman laid on her bed, naked and deflated. The woman this body desired so much... you wanted to feel what its like. Whats its like being a woman... whats it's like living the life of the gorgeous Elaine...