Show her the Trish skin

Jessica listens politely to what you tell her about the "pens" but she's totally incredulous until you get out the Trish skin from under her bed. Then, of course, she doesn't believe it used to be Trish, though she's suitably impressed with how it has every last detail of her friend's skin. Only when she starts to put it on and sees that already the suit is combining with her and she has Trish's feet does she start to believe you.

Soon your Michelle Hunt hands are tugging the Trish face into place over Jessica's and sealing up her Trish skin. The Trish-shaped Jessica goes over to her bedroom's full length mirror and admires her new form. She chokes on an obscenity because she thinks you're her Mom. "Hi, Mrs. Hunt, I'm Trish!" she says, but in Jessica's tones. "Except I'm not, not inside. I'm your daughter. Use that brown pen thing on me."

You do, and after some moments of confusion evident on her face, the naked girl smiles a perfect Trish smile at you. "Okay, now I'm Trish. And I guess I believe you, Mrs. Hunt. So, someone turned Jess into a suit and wore her?"

You nod your Michelle head. "What's the last thing you remember as Trish?"

"Jess pointed that black pen thing at me... only she wasn't the real Jess! Ew! Someone was wearing my body and mind like I'm wearing Trish's!" She shudders and her pert Trish breasts jiggle nicely.

"Don't worry, Jessy-girl! She won't wear you again!" you say, even though she is as purely Trish as you are Michelle.

"Who was it? How can you be sure?"

"I'm wearing her," you say, flatly. She stares at you as you go on, "Jess, I'm really David! Your Mom was trying to take over your life!"

"And now you've taken over hers?" she asks, sounding like Trish doing a poor imitation of Jess.

"It's a long story. Why don't you put on Trish's clothes?"

"Or we could be the real us," she says.