She steps off the bed. "Wait here, and I'll pick out a few potential skins for you." She skips away, and you check out her cute butt as she disappears behind the corner.
She returns carrying a bundle of skins in her arms. She lets go and what looks like three skins falls to the floor.
"Okay. This is the first one." She picks up and holds up one of the skins. It's of a teenage girl similar to your girlfriend. Maybe a little bit shorter, and more on the "cute" side from what you can tell from the empty skin.
"And here's the second one." She shows off another skin. Again a teenage girl skin. She's black and with wild kinky hair. You're noticing a pattern.
"Wait," you start. "Are all three skin thirteen year old girls?" you ask.
"That's right." she grins. "You've already been inside of a thirteen year old girl." She points at her crotch and giggles. "So, like why not be 'inside' one again?"
Really? This what what she wanted? Though, you do admit your interest is peeked. It doesn't sound unappealing.
"Like my main idea is having my coworkers try these skins, but it'd be nice to test the skins first, to see how they are, so that we'll know if they'll fit as my new young friends, or as members of your new harem." She giggles
You can't really tell if she was joking with the harem-thing. It didn't seem practical at all, but the idea at least was pretty hot.
"Oh, and the last one," she says and lifts up the third and final skin. Just as with the other two, it's a middle-school-aged girl. You do notice she's a bit further along in the puberty department compared to the others
"You like these?" Your girlfriend cups up the skins 'breasts', which at the moment, are just empty bags hanging off the the skinsuit. "Do you want to fill these boobies up?" she giggles.
"I guess she could be fun to try out," you say.
"Put her on then," she says and throws the skin to you as you're sitting on the bed.
You catch it. You hold it a few moments, and look at the girl you're about to become.
"Put her on! Put her on!" you hear eager encouragement from your girlfriend.
You go right at it, stepping off the bed, going foot first in the skin. Then, you pull it over you, torso, head, arms, and everything. Even if it looked too small for your body, it doesn't feel tight at all, and then you don't even feel like you're wearing anything at all. You're naked again.
"Ooh! How does it feel?" your girlfriend excitedly asks.
"Um." It's too early to tell. You've barely gotten a hold of yourself yet. You look down at your body. You spot boobies. They feel awkward. Like, you can remember not having these, not just because you were a guy moments ago, but you also felt like they were new in a different way. How, not long ago, you barely had breasts, but then puberty hit like a truck, making you stand out compared to the other girls you age. You feel a bit awkward about your boobs.
You look back at your girlfriend. She's so close you, and she's looking at you, at your naked body. Instinctively you try covering yourself up, but your hands don't do much. You grab the blanket off the bed and pull it around you.
"Why are you doing?" your girlfriend asks?
"Covering myself," you reply embarrassed. "It feels weird being seen naked."
"Even if we had sex moments ago?" She chuckles.
You remember how you fucked her. The memories are less vibrant, but still there, and it makes you turn warm, it's so embarrassing, like something too intimate you shouldn't be "seeing" or "know" about, but also, you feel a not unpleasant tingling at your crotch area from these images in your head.
Your girlfriend is right in front of you. Just as with the thirteen-year-old-boy skin, she's a little taller than you again. "What's the big deal with being naked. We're both girls?" She puts extra emphasis on the last part.
"I just feel... this skin... I mean," you start. "I feel like my body is so awkward, and therefore I don't want you to look at it. Like, it's also just way too intimate for me right now."
"I see." Your girlfriend nods. "I guess bodies can be a bit of an awkward thing at our age." She looks closely at you. She then brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, and puts itbehind of your ear. "You're really pretty, so just relax, okay?" She puts on a wide smile.
"Okay," you reply. Hearing her say that, it feels good, much better than you'd expect from such a simple compliment and a smile.
"I'll get my bags, and you can pick whatever you like from them and get dressed, okay? Then we'll hang out afterwards. We can do whatever you feel like doing."
"Um, okay," you reply.
Your girlfriend disappears again and quickly returns, handing you almost her entire shopping haul. "Just take your time. I'll chill until you're ready, so feel free to explore your body or whatever."
You're finally alone. You let the blanket drop, letting you get a good look of yourself. Your boobs are really your stand out feature. They're big, but not abnormally huge. It's just that with your otherwise young innocent look and skinny body that they really stand out. Trying to take a male perspective of your "real self", you imagine he'd find you pretty, maybe sexy even. But it was really difficult to convince yourself that you're actually hot, or even that it was a desirable thing to get attention from your looks.
So far, you're not sure if you like being this girl. There's this feeling of anxiety and stress that you can't manage to suppress ever since you put on this skin. Hmm.
You look at the two other middle-school-girl-skins in the room. Maybe you should just change into one of those before you get dressed and return to your girlfriend? You might feel better being them instead.