Skin swap

It felt like the first day you experimented with the remote with Kaya. That familiar sensation returned, but this time it was stronger, akin to a hunger and longing.

You could feel your thighs press against each other with each step. The urge building inside you was insatiable. You craved relief, but didn't want to indulge in public. You smirked at the thought of pleasuring yourself at Kaya's house. Fingers slipped into crevices, buried deep inside yourself as you nibbled a finger, while your other hand fondled your breasts. The mere thought brought a warm blush to your face and stirred heat in your groin.

Your daydream ended abruptly when you spotted Kaya's friend, Lisa-Marie.

"Hey Lissy," you called out, concealing your true feelings behind a smile.

"Oh, hey Kaya, I had sooo much fun yesterday," she replied, as you both headed towards the indoor arena to meet Milla.

"...and then he escorted me to the counter, ordering food. It was all so romantically cliche. Ugh, he's such a player... but you should have seen it," she continued to recount the events of last night, regaling her tale with palpable frustration.

"I'm sorry I didn't go. It sounds like a lot happened," you tried to empathize, but she brushed off your apology.

"No, it's okay. The event was really cool, but there were so many predatory guys there. It felt like they were just looking to score and leave. It was all a fleeting pleasure. If you were there, they would have swarmed you like moths to a flame," she grumbled.

“You might be exaggerating, Lissy. They could have just been interested in you, maybe.” You whispered the last sentence gently.

"I know, I know. And believe me, I saw the boys from Class B hitting on the girls of Class E at the bar. I can't remember that one girl's name. Michelle, maybe? All I remember is her name started with an 'M'," she murmured as you both neared the school's indoor stadium. There, you could see Milla, hands on her hips, surveying the athletic teenagers in their tight leggings.

"There she is," you said to Lisa, pointing at Milla in the field.

"Ah, yes, that's her. Let's grab a seat and call her over," Lisa suggested, leading you to an empty spot.

This place was a paradise for men. Sometimes, girls with attractive bodies would strut their stuff, like the cheerleaders or the tall athletic girls showing off their toned muscles. As you watched a girl from Class D doing her warm-up stretches, you couldn't help but admire her curves.

A flush of desire swept over you. You took a sip of your soda, trying to quell the urge, as you glanced at another female athlete, Juliette. You remembered what she did to the dummy, her impeccable physique in her revealing sports bra. You watched as she wiped the sweat from her brow and sipped her water, a droplet splashing onto her bra. Your breath hitched at the sight.

Suddenly, Milla's voice brought you back to reality.

"Hey... HEY! Kaya, what are you staring at?" she asked, snapping you out of your daze.

"Uh..ah?! Oh, Milla, sorry, I was just lost in thought," you responded, laughing awkwardly.

“...And then I saw a guy from Class B. He was all over a girl from Class E. His face was beet red, and she was embracing him passionately. They even kissed in the middle of the bar! Can you believe that?" Lisa continued to narrate her story, which you had already heard. Milla seemed shocked to hear it.

"And do you remember the name of this Class E girl?" Milla questioned.

“Hmm, I can't remember her name. I recall the Class B guy, his name is Ethan, the soccer team captain. He's quite handsome when sober, but after three bottles of vodka and whiskey, he's a completely different person," Lisa answered.

"The people from Class E, such weirdos. Remember that one girl who wore the minidress and had witch-like makeup?" Milla asked. You knew she was referring to Bianca.

"Oh, I remember her. Her boyfriend's a nutcase, and her mom's a real piece of work. I've heard anyone involved with her ends up crazy or worse," Lisa said, laughing.

"But, yesterday, Kaya, I saw you talking to her in the school backyard. Why were you talking to her? I'm curious," Milla asked, turning to you. You stammered, unsure of how to respond.

"Uh...uh... she wanted to talk," you muttered, feeling the weight of their stares.

"To 'talk'? Can she even have a normal conversation? I always see her mumbling some weird chants. And what did she want to talk about?" Milla inquired. You suppressed your irritation before responding.

"Just nonsense. She was laughing about something, and I listened as a friend would, nothing more," you reassured them, although feeling a pang of guilt for the way you described Bianca.

"So, I saw you laughing and looking happy while you talked to her. What was the topic of the conversation?" Milla probed further.

"As I said, I went to talk to her, and she talked about makeup. I laughed at that. It's not a big deal, really," you try to say, and both Milla and Lisa look at each other. It was Milla who sighed first.

"sigh Okay, I thought it had cast a spell on you. Seeing you both look happy like that, I forgot that you were easy to get along with other people. But I didn't think that you would be able to enter that grotesque witch..." Milla said before continuing to talk to Lisa about the same thing. You get nothing from them until the break is over.

You walk back to class. Meanwhile, you come across a guy who seems to be looking for you.

"Hey Kaya, can you come with me? It won't take long," he said, seeming rushed.

"Uh.. Alright, let's go to the same place." You tell him before both of you head to the janitor's storage room. You use Kaya's abilities to unlock the door of the room. It seemed as simple as using a paper clip and a nail file to unlock the door. When opened, the guy hurriedly closed the door behind him, locked the room, and quickly turned on the light in the room. You look around the room; everything is still the same, even the juice stains were still on the floor. You miss it and start getting nostalgic again.

"Hey, not right now. I have something urgent to talk about," he said, his expression in a hurry.

"What, what's up with you?" You ask him, trying to suppress the emotions that erupt from your thoughts.

“First, I want to ask you. Have you created more skin suits or not?”

He asks you, and you realize right away that you didn't tell him about Bianca.

"Oh, ah.. yes, I made one, Bianca, a weird girl from E class. Dressed in goth," you tell him. He folds his arms.

“No, I can't figure out who you are. Do you have anyone else? Like Chantal?” he asked you. You were surprised he said that.

"Not at all, dummy. I didn't make Chantal's suit. I didn't approach her. In fact, even though...... I've been considering it, but why?" You asked him.

"After lunch, Chantal came to me and said you had talked to her. She came to apologize for...you know what. And she wants to continue the relationship! So, I was shocked and came to ask you what you did with Chantal?” he said, and it genuinely shocked you.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute. I haven't done anything with Chantal yet, dude! I haven't even spoken to her yet. And… so what did you say next?” You asked him, your heart racing with concern. Plus, the shock hasn't disappeared.

"She said that I should come to thank you for helping you speak to her to make her understand. That's why I'm here to ask you what you've done....Wait... Is your remote still with you?” He pointed to your hoodie. And you realize that Bianca borrowed it.

"N...no, Bianca borrowed it...or was it her!?" You paused at the answer in your head.

"Who else?! If you didn't do it, then it was her who did it. Or at worst, the Department!" he said, starting to yell. You lightly slapped his back. Trying to keep him calm and stop whining.

"Hey hey calm down, I don't think the Department would do it. It was probably Bianca, I'm sure," you said, trying to comfort him.

"How can you be so sure she did it? Have you forgotten that they are completely disguised? No one has even caught a ten-year loyal dog that hasn't barked at them,” he said.

"I'll go ask her," you told him, before taking off your long hooded jacket.

"Wait... Wait! What are you going to do, taking off your shirt, wait!?” You threw a T-shirt over his head and began to undress.

“Hurry and take off your clothes, quickly!” You commanded him, although he was bewildered. But he did it without disobeying your orders immediately. Until you finished taking off the last piece of underwear, you sigh loudly. You looked at your hand and used your index finger to write on your skin.

"Huh! I really want to play with this body again; I never get bored," you grumble as Dummy begins to undress. Reaching behind, you create an opening in your back. A tingling sensation occurs as the tip of your fingernail grazes your spine. Numbness follows shortly before your skin splits into a long slit stretching to your anal fissure. You sever your arm, pulling out each finger. It then reaches the skin of your face, like the time when you removed a corset from your waist. After having spent two days and a night as a woman, you see your own penis again.

"I really miss you, brother," you murmur to your erect member before starting to remove both of Kaya's legs. They come off easily. Dummy stands frozen and gloomy, watching as if observing a horror movie. You then pick up the skin you just removed from Kaya.

"You put on her skin. I'll put on your clothes. You'll be her, which is what you wanted. I'll take care of Chantal." Dummy looks at you, confused, but slips into Kaya's skin immediately.

"Wait, sir, shouldn't you hide? Right now, we don't know if people from the department are around. It's very risky if you reveal yourself as you are right now... Ow...." Dummy speaks worriedly, pausing when fully clothed in Kaya's outfit, feeling strange. You look at him, visualizing yourself as you pick up his underwear.

"I definitely have more than one issue to deal with. Another thing is that those from the department might show up at the school, you can be sure of that," you comment while pulling on your pants and picking up the shirt that was placed on the table.

As a dummy, after he reached Kaya's belly, he started to get a little excited as his penis was replaced by a vagina.

“Hey, stop masturbating and put on those arms and chest! I'm almost done!” you yelled at the dummy as he fondled his new groin. He immediately grasped Kaya's arm and attached it.

"Forgive me, sir. As you can see, this is like a dream. A new body, a soft face, and this slim waist... I believe I'm starting to lose my mind a bit,” he murmured, pulling Kaya's arm towards himself. He fell into a trance, staring at his hand. As if compelled by a spell, you spread your palms and gave him a stern pat on the back.

"Hurry up! Do you want the teachers to find us? You can indulge in your fantasies after we finish this! Are we clear?" you warned him, resolving that if he got distracted again, a punch would be his penalty.

"gulp!! Yes, I understand! Just keep your fist to yourself! Don’t punch me, look, I'm working!"

He rushed to attach her other arm, not waiting for Kaya's chest to be completed. He hastily fixed her face. Kaya's chest rose, but her face wasn't properly set. You sighed and helped adjust Kaya's face until it looked better. He, now in the form of Kaya, crouched down, showing a satisfied expression as he held onto your wrist.

"S...Sir....I....I sound...correct?" He couldn't speak in Kaya's voice. Shocked, he covered his mouth with a hand, then opened it again to test out his new sound.

"Ah...ah...this is my new voice? Oh, isn't my voice cute like this?" You glanced at him, able to tell from kilometers away how ecstatic he was. You grabbed his wrist, resisting the urge to touch his face.

“Alright, dummy. I need you to suppress your feelings for a minute. Get dressed quickly, then you can resume your excitement!” you ordered. Almost immediately, his shocked expression morphed into a calm, expressionless face - as if he had turned into a robot.

"As you command," he replied before starting to put on Kaya's clothes that had fallen on the floor. You glanced at Kaya's phone and checked the time. Seeing only a few minutes were left, you walked to the door to make sure no one was searching for you. When you turned back, your dummy, now Kaya, was fully dressed.

"Please, may I use your phone, sir?" She asked, turning around with her empty gaze. You handed her your phone.

"So, what is our plan from now on, sir?" Dummy Kaya asked you. Glancing at the time, you saw ten seconds were left until the transformation was complete. Without saying much, you unlocked the door and walked back to her. When the minute you commanded her to suppress her feelings elapsed, she seemed to regain consciousness. Her once cold eyes appeared to be warming up.

"Eh? What? Did I really finish that quickly?" Dummy Kaya questioned.

“Yes, you dress very quickly when you're not distracted. Now, let's head back to the classroom. We'll pretend we've just returned from the restroom, okay?" you suggested, but soon found him using his new hands to explore his body. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"sigh Hey! Stop molesting yourself and let's get going!” You walked over and yanked on Dummy Kaya's arm, who had begun to probe her new body.

"Ah... wait, let me... take care of this first... I'm feeling weird, hey sir, wait!!!" She shrieked as you hauled her out of the storage room, disregarding her pleas.