Admittedly there were quite a few costumes that caught Jen’s curiosity, but that was overridden by Lola’s excessive amounts of physical contact. At this point she was pretty much hugging her right arm and lowly purred into her ear like a cat as her eyes followed Jen’s. It was starting to become uncomfortable for the young woman. Except for a small voice in Jen’s head encouraging her to lean even further into it and that was scaring her the most.
“I-I think I’ll go back and wait for my friends. You know, looking for something together…” Jennifer muttered as she attempted to wiggle herself out of Lola’s grip.
Except she couldn't. The woman had a deceptively firm iron grip and didn't allow her to even budge. “I'm trrruly sorry, but I can't let a fine body such as yours just go. I usually try to avoid it, but I’ll have to collect your payment early.”
With that Lola’s other hand gripped Jen’s back. Except Jen could feel her fingers as if she was directly touching her skin, despite her own clothing. In fact, after a few moments it felt like her fingers were going under Jen’s skin, but without any pain. All the strength left Jen and she could only watch as the gripping hand released her arm and joined the other one at her back. Suddenly the hands started to move and at the same time a pulling sensation could be felt that soon spread out her whole body except for her face. It got stronger and stronger until with a pop it stopped.
Jen’s body felt wrong. In fact she barely felt anything aside from her face. Lola meanwhile was holding something new in her arms. It seemed to be a new suit. Where did it come from? The limbs were skin-colored, while the torso area featured the same colors as the clothes Jen wore. A feeling of terror grew in Jen’s gut as Lola carefully unfolded the suit. Soon Jen found herself staring at a perfect skinsuit replica of her body, hair and slight imperfections included, with the same clothes she had put on that day. The only difference being a big hole where the face should be.
Jen immediately turned around and gasped loudly, barely holding back a scream, as she stared into a conveniently placed mirror. What she saw was less human and more an artificial mannequin. Her body still had its shape, but it lost all features, only shiny white. Only her face was left and it looked entirely out of place on that white, featureless ball.
“W-W-What did you do to me?!” she demanded, as one hand felt her hairless head and the other her smoothed crotch, both creating slight squeaking noises.
“Wasn't my previous explanation good enough? Humans are constantly wearing costumes,” Lola started explaining. “Wherever we go we present to other people facsimiles of what we want them to see. I’ve decided to make a business out of it. I’m taking the costumes people are wearing and trading them for something newer, shinier, better. As I said, I’m not usually this forward, but when I saw your body I knew I needed it for my collection.”
“B-B-But what is going to happen to me now?”
A large, cat-like grin appeared on Lola’s face before she replied.