"Whatcha say?" Mitch asks, as he reaches to grab you.
You hit in the chest with the wand, and he freezes.
"There that's better," you say standing up to better inspect Mitch. You tap his butt with your wand, and add, "Nice ass. I can see what Tiffany sees in you. I cannot wait to get inside you."
Mitch moans unintelligibly. He feels suddenly empty inside. He feels you tuck your arm under his abs, as he collapses like an empty jumpsuit in your arms. You carefully fold him up and collect his socks, shoes, box of condoms, and carry him and all through the open bedroom window. You undress the empty skin. He makes a very faint noise that might be mistaken for indigestion or leaves blowing in a very minor breeze.
You pick him up and press your glowing wand to his chest. You slide the wand downward to his crotch, and he opens up like he had a zipper. You climb inside. You look ridiculous in the oversize Mitch suit. You put it on completely anyway. peering out of his eye holes. With him in contact with your skin, you discover you can hear his thoughts.
"Yuck, you're inside me. Oh, no don't even think," he says as you guide your cock and balls inside his empty ones. He moans uncontrollably. "Oh fuck , why does it feel so good?"
"Because it's what you are now. A skinsuit is what you are, and you need to be worn, otherwise your existence is purposeless," you explain.
"But I don't even fit you! If someone's got to wear me call Mike Daley, he's got a tall and big, even if his face is butt ugly. I'd look great on-"
You're laughing, and you run the wand up his opening like a zipper pull. It's still glowing at the tip. As soon as you are sealed in, the skin inflates to Mitch's normal build.
"Guaranteed to fit the wearer. Any wearer. Now to keep our date," you say grabbing the box of condoms and walking toward the door. "Oops, better put some clothes on. I think jeans, shirt and shoes will be sufficient. Save your socks and undies for another time." You dress in his clothes. Climb out the window and ring the front bell.
"Hey, Tiff, looking hot. I'm hot too. Let's say since we got the house to ourselves, let's get naked."
"Wiener boy's in his bedroom."
You wince, but resist a retort. You answer as Mitch, nice how being zipped in gives you his voice too, "He's gone. He was on the porch when I got here, and I told him to beat it."
She laughs, "He's so literal, I bet he's in the hammock beating off."
"I don't care, I just wanna fuck you silly, Tiffikins."
"Tiffikins? Since when do you call me that?"
"Just trying it out. You like?"
"Well, maybe a little. Unzip me."
"Yes'm."
In less than 3 minutes, your both naked, getting hot and sweaty on the leather couch.