Rebecca awoke groggy. She'd had the strangest, most amazing dream. Her boyfriend had somehow been a hot stranger, even though he'd been the same as always. But she'd been a boy. She tried opening her eyes, but they were sealed shut for some reason. Had she fallen asleep in the middle of her skin care routine again? But this smelled like... Cum! Suddenly memories flooded back into her from the wet dream. Vince fucking her out of her mind even though she'd been... No, that had to be a dream...
Rubbing the crumbling dry cum from her face, she crawled out of bed. Vince was sleeping right there. Naked! Why was he a giant!? She felt a strange throbbing from her crotch and looked down. Her eyes went wide! There was a tiny little excited hairless penis sticking out from her. A lustful fog began to fill her mind then. Like another identitet was beginning to bubble to the surface. One that wanted to play. One that wanted to pleasure. One that wanted to serve big brother. His cock was right there, only semi hard. He had to make it hard again. He longed to...
No! She! Not he! She was Reb... She was Reb... Or was it Rob? No Rey? His name was Rey. No! Escape!
Had she not been panicking and confused, she would have surely given in to the other identitet. Rey's playful and thirsty mind...
Half stumbling and half crawling on small limbs that were not her own, she crawled away from the source of her lust. Once she was out in the hallways, she sat down naked on the floor and tried to gather her thoughts.
The skin suits! That was it! She'd put on the suit of a little boy. And that handsome cool teenager had... How could he!? She shook with anger and disgust. Her hand went to her little dick. He'd... he'd...ah! Yes!... No! Ah, this other mind was an issue. She had to remove it. But when she felt for the back of the suit, all she found was smooth skin.
Going back down to the basement, she looked around for the stash of skin suits. Ah, there. Instructions! They were carved in gothic script on the side of an old chest full of the suits. It was hard to read among all the pentagrams. Was this how Vince had learned to create these suits. Did he even understand the risks?
The method seemed to involve a ritual and a blood sample of the person to transform into. But there were more instructions on the back of the chest. It was full of cobwebs. Had Vince not read all the warning!?
Translated from old and almost illegible carvings, the archaic language seemed to say: "The consciousness of the person the suit was made from would grow stronger over time. Don't use skins more than a month after creation."
"And the stronger the mind, the quicker the suit would seal shut. Only the owner of the blood would be able to remove it. But beware, for contact with the owner will..." The rest was too warm out to read.
Damn! Who could the original owner be!? She had to find him and free herself. But she had no clues to follow. No clues other than her memories. His memories. This would be dangerous. But she had no choice. She imagined herself as Rey, and told himself that he wanted to go home. Home... Home...
I'm going home, the little boy said, running back up the stairs. But... How could he leave? He had no clothes on... He blushed, suddenly shy. No but wait. Home was just down the street. He could make it.
Strekking down the street wearing nothing but a blush, he reached his house. He ran into the house and slammed the door, only to come face to face with a Stranger who looked oddly familiar. Some 18 year old. As old as the guy from yesterday... The stranger almost looked like an older versions of himself.
Rebecca's mind shot to the surface again at the realization. No wonder this suit's mind was powerful! It was almost a decade since it had been created!
"What the hell!? Why do you look like young me!? What's that all over your face? Frosting?" He reached out and poked the boy as if to see if he was real. Lightning suddenly sparkled between them at the touch.