Take your future in your own hands and get betrayed

Pov-Dummy 'Bianca'

Back in the evening, after your soulful kiss with Kaya, you distanced yourself from her. She was left to wash in the kitchen while you walked up to Natsumi. Natsumi was wearing some sort of spectacles with several small lens barrels and was busily assembling the remote. As you approached her, you smiled cheerfully, reminiscing about past activities.

"Hey, Natsumi, how are you?" You asked her. She smiled before replying.

"You still love him, no matter what kind of person he is, right?"

"Yeah, I love Lasse so much. Even after coming into this complicated world, the aliens, the remote creating a skinsuit, the mysterious organization, blah, blah, blah... No matter what skin he's in, I still love him." You said, taking a pitcher of water, filling a glass, and taking a sip.

“Even though you are now just a fragment of Bianca, only her outer shell created to serve, do you still feel that way? Is that really how you feel?" Natsumi spoke in a low tone, a faint smile still on her lips. You took a moment to think before answering without hesitation.

“Um, yes. I may have been created to serve my true self, who is now Chantal. She didn't give me any orders, but told me to live my life just like her. And...since I was born from her, we are the same person. I think she wouldn't mind if I borrowed Lasse from time to time. Or maybe one day I'll be invited into his room. Hmm, that would be fun. The two of us... just thinking about it makes me feel...a bit shaken.”

Natsumi removed her glasses and slid them onto her forehead, looking at you as you twitched slightly from your wild imagination. She put her hand on the floor and rested her cheek on it, observing you.

"You're a weird human, you know? Your way of thinking too."

"Thank you, I take that as a compliment. Thanks for your compliment.” You bowed your head before giggling and continuing.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Natsumi, I have a favor to ask of you."

“What would you like to ask, young lady?” she said.

"I would like to... I want to borrow the remote that Lasse has, or something similar. Can I borrow it?” You asked her. She took off her glasses and raised an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“What are you going to do with it?” she asked. You fidgeted with your fingers, slightly confused. But you decided to be firm and continue.

"I...I just want to use it to...deal with my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes, I want to change my mother's character. I don't want to turn my mother into a skinsuit. I just want to change her the way I want. That's why I want to borrow a tool from you for just one night, and I'll return it to you tomorrow."

She looked at you suspiciously. As for you, you pleaded with her, hoping that she would give it to you. You felt like you've had more than enough patience with your mother. And this was a chance to return your mother back to normal, at least.

Natsumi sighed before taking out her remote and handing it to you.

"Fine... But remember, I'm only lending it to you for one night." You smiled and eagerly accepted the remote. You already knew some of the buttons from using Lasse's remote. Although its appearance was different from Lasse's, you recognized the buttons. Carefully, you placed it in your pocket and embraced Natsumi.

"Oh, thank you very much! You are very kind, Natsumi."

"Hey hey, don't get ahead of yourself. Remember, it's just for one night. And I trust you. You're a reliable person, a bot. I don't think you're going to misuse it.”

“Ah, I will definitely return it as promised,” you said cheerfully before checking the time on your phone. It was getting late, and you needed to go home. In fact, you were eager to get home and deal with the situation at hand.

"I need to head home now. I'll bring the remote back to you tomorrow."

"If you can't find me, leave it with Lasse." Natsumi waved as you left. Kaya followed you from the kitchen.

"Hey, are you leaving already?" Kaya asked you as you put on your shoes to leave. You winked at her.

"Yes, Darling, see you tomorrow."

"Uh...aha..see you tomorrow, Bianca." She waved back at you as you left Lasse's house and headed home. You patted your bag to make sure Natsumi's remote was still there.

"It won't be long. Just one more moment... For my freedom... Tonight, this story must end."

Once upon a time, your mother, Beatrice, was a beautiful and gentle woman. You remember her from your fuzzy childhood memories, combing your hair in front of her vanity. Her hair was as black as ebony and curled down like a banyan tree. Her smile was warm and calm as she told you bedtime stories. She was a beautiful woman, both physically and mentally, and you loved her very much.

Everything changed when night fell. The day she disappeared from the house, it was discovered she had gone into the forest. What happened to her is unforgettable. She had been wearing a white robe. Amid the fire, numerous women and men formed a circle. A garmentless veil that concealed her body revealed a thin, see-through white cloth beneath. The memory of what happened fills you with fear. You escaped and returned home, sitting in your room, trembling with fear. As a child, you could not comprehend what had occurred. You thought about it relentlessly but couldn't make sense of it, which kept you awake. That night, you heard a door open from downstairs. Descending, you found that your mother had returned. But something about her was different. She was wearing a white robe with nothing beneath, her hair was loose and messy. Her wide eyes stared at you. Her pale face turned towards you before a faint smile appeared. She chuckled softly but eerily, and barely blinked as she walked past you into her bedroom.

That was the last time you witnessed her transformation. She had become a different person, refusing to leave her room during the day, shouting loudly within it and prohibiting you from entering. She rarely emerged, except at night, and her appearance had drastically altered. She aged rapidly, wrinkles appeared, and white strands mingled with her long black hair. Her unkempt hair hid her face, but through the gaps, her black eyes stared at you, chuckling like an old witch from a horror tale.

You stopped in front of your house after leaving Lasse's. Patting your bag, you ensured Nassumi was still with you. Feeling both relieved and excited, your hand clenched and unclenched, attempting to calm yourself while you grasped the doorknob, your hands trembling.

“Calm down, just a little longer…” you muttered to yourself, inserting the key into the lock.

"I'm home, mom," you announced. The house was silent, except for a rustling sound in the dark.

Flipping the switch, the hallway lights illuminated your path. You removed your shoes, placing them neatly at the entrance before venturing further inside. Your house, an old, somewhat dilapidated two-story wooden structure, was filled with books. The thin layer of dust covering the books made the atmosphere within the house discomforting. Despite your numerous attempts to clean it, you were constantly reprimanded by your mother for disturbing her books. Any effort to tidy the place was met with a grumble from her.

As you moved deeper into the house, a noise drew you towards the kitchen. There, your mother was rummaging through the fridge, preparing a simple meal, her back to you. Ready to pull out the remote from your bag, you froze when she turned towards you abruptly. Her gaze fell upon you, her long, black hair obscuring her face. Her nails were overgrown, and her arms were pale from lack of sun.

“Is that… is that you, Bianca?” she asked in a low, calm but unnerving voice. Swallowing hard, you tried to keep your composure before answering.

"Yes, mom, it's me. I'm back."

She did not respond, but turned back towards the stove and resumed her task.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I... I ate already, mom."

Silence followed, broken by the sound of her angrily stirring the pot. Sweat trickled down your face and hands.

"You ate already? And left me alone to cook? And you dare to come home this late? Come, we need to talk!"

Fear surged through you as your mother's anger flared at your late return. You tried to maintain a calm, quiet demeanor while settling at the dining table. Your mother remained silent, only cooking before turning off the stove and ladling the food into a bowl. It was food you had prepared earlier; all she did was heat it up. She then carried her bowl to the table, muttering to herself while she ate.

You watched as your mother ate, noticing food tangled in the hair covering her face. She seemed to pay no mind to her table manners. The uncomfortable silence lingered until she placed her spoon onto her empty plate. You swallowed hard as your mother's appearance became more terrifying. Then she looked at you and chuckled softly.

"Look at you... it's been a while... I haven't seen you this clearly in front of me," she croaked, leaning closer. The scent of stale sweat wafted towards you.

"You've grown prettier... my beautiful Bianca." She touched your cheeks, her rough fingers tracing your skin before she suddenly squeezed.

"You probably enjoy being prettier! You must laugh at me, growing older and uglier. You must desperately want to escape from me!" She roared, squeezing your cheek and shaking your head, causing you to fight back tears.

"I... I never thought that, mom..." you stammered, but your mother only scoffed and laughed.

"Your words mean nothing! Your actions are insulting. You disobey my orders, and today, you disregarded me, your mother! While you were out enjoying yourself, you thought I wouldn't know? I smelled it the moment you walked in!"

Speechless and terrified, you watched as your mother laughed maniacally. She tossed her empty bowl into the sink and stood up, sneering at you.

“You're an unfaithful woman, disowning even your family, your real mother! You're just an ungrateful child I bore!"

You clenched your fist and bowed your head in anger as your mother walked past you and was about to enter the room. Anger burned within you, driving you to the brink of madness. In your heightened emotional state, you forgot to hide the remote control, pulling it out of your pocket too soon. Your mother swiftly grabbed your wrist and squeezed it tightly.

"What! What are you doing, you ungrateful child?!" She exclaimed loudly as she pushed you away and snatched the remote from your hand. You tried to resist, but her strength was overpowering. Soon, she held the remote in her hands. She examined the device in amazement, before falling silent and collapsing.

"Oh, Heaven... God of eternal beauty. This is it, I remember. This is what they were given, eternal beauty. The ability to possess whatever they wanted, both personality and ability, it provides it all!" She exclaimed loudly. Tears streamed down your face as you watched your mother.

"Mom..?" You called out to her in confusion and fear, longing for answers. But when she turned around, she pointed the remote at you with an evil grin on her face.

"You must be punished for hiding this from me," she declared as she slowly advanced towards you. Terrified to your core, you pleaded for her to calm down and forgive you. But all she did was laugh maniacally and aim the remote at you.

“Maybe… I gave birth to you for this purpose. Rejoice that you can become a part of me!"

"No, Mom, don't do it!!"

But it was too late; she wasn't listening. Your mother pressed the button, and a wave of light enveloped you. In just a split second, everything around you turned into nothing but darkness. You could neither hear nor feel anything. Even your mother's laughter, echoing as she gazed at your shed skin on the ground, was lost to you.

"Finally, I finally have it," Beatrice exclaimed as she watched her daughter's body transform into a skinsuit on the kitchen floor. She was eager to wear it, like a predator fascinated by its prey.

"Beautiful... So beautiful! This is what I wanted. With this, I can attend the next gathering. And this time, I won't be rejected again. If they don't accept me, I will simply find a new body that fits me," she mused, disrobing her daughter's skin and laying the skinsuit on the dining table.

"Young... beautiful. If you had obeyed me, you wouldn't have met this fate. But perhaps this was inevitable, the will of the heavens,” she mused as she removed her dirty, creamy white cloak, revealing her ill-kept body. She prepared Bianca's body, creating an opening at the back of her neck. Beatrice inserted her hand into the opening, her excitement palpable.

“Ah, soon… I will return to the gathering. I simply need to wear this child's skin."

She laughed, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth before slipping her wrinkled hand into an armhole. She pushed, feeling her arm shrink and tighten until it reached the end of the fingertips. The sight of her newly slender hand thrilled her.

“Look, my hand, it has become slender. I need to hurry and insert the other one."

She quickly put on Bianca's other arm, pulling it in with Bianca's own hand until both her hands appeared to be Bianca's.

The excitement drove her on. She slid her legs into Bianca's hanging limbs, using a chair to support her as she adjusted to the change in height and balance. Soon, she was wearing Bianca's legs like a pair of stretch pants.

"Ah, it's like being born again. I haven't felt this in a very long time. It's like I'm reverting to my youth,” she said, running her hands over her new skin.

“This skin… it feels like it's mine. It fits me really well,” she declared, her laughter echoing through the room. Her hand moved to her new nipple, giving it a light pinch.

"Ah, it's sensitive. So stimulating. I'm eager to see how the rest will feel."

She moved her hand down to her vagina and began to stroke herself.

"Ooh, it feels better than my old body… I can hardly stop myself,” she giggled, her wet hand emerging from between her legs to suckle on her moistened finger. She then lifted Bianca's head, hanging from her chest.

"It's time for the final piece. It won't be long now. Just a matter of time," she laughed excitedly. Breaking open the back of Bianca's head, she donned it, pulling Bianca's face towards hers. Everything went dark as she felt a tingling sensation course through her body, causing her to erupt into laughter before collapsing onto the kitchen floor.

Beatrice vanished from the room, leaving only Bianca's bare body on the ground. But shortly after, she rose again, grasping a chair for support and gasping for breath.

"Ah...ah, umm, oooh," she let out a strangled noise, before erupting into maniacal laughter once again.

“Hahaha. Success. I finally have the body I wanted. The body of my unloving daughter will surely serve me well," she declared, now speaking with Bianca's voice as she admired her new form.

“Heh heh, look at this beautiful, youthful skin. This is what I've been praying for all this time. I finally have it, just like the nobles. Those shrivelled bastards who have turned into young women thanks to their new skin.” She turned to admire her flat stomach and slim shoulders.

“Now I can return to the gathering with this body. I may not know how to act as my daughter, but who cares?” She glanced at the remote on the table, looking at its buttons.

“With this and plenty of time, I can experiment anytime, with anyone. Perhaps at 'my' school… I could find suitable bait. The mere thought excites me.” She laughed again, admiring her new body and sniffing it.

"Sniff Sniff Perhaps I should continue exploring this new body in the bathroom. Oh, Bianca, I'll take good care of your body. Just watch quietly as I make use of it," she laughed in her new voice before walking to the bathroom to continue her self-exploration.