You’ll have to react fast if you want to get rid of your dad. You don’t want to be the one that ruins your parents’ relationship. “You have the pen?” you ask Jessica, hoping this will be quick and painless.
“Yes,” she tells you, drawing them from her cleavage. “I was going to use the brown one on you, but I got distracted.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t.” You point at the closet as you grab your mother’s shirt. “Hide there.”
“Really, hun?”
You huff, worried your father will find you. “Quickly! Let me handle this!” You have enough time to replace the shirt – without underwear – when you hear him stepping in. “Da - I mean, darling!”
“Darling?”
“Oh, I thought you were Nick. I didn’t expect you so early, Paul.”
“Meeting ended up early.” He approaches you, pecking your lips as he starts taking off his jacket; you turn your back on him to hide your disgust. “What happened?”
“Oh, it was...” You hide the black pen, your heart racing. “I had some water soaking my leggings, hun. You caught me when I was changing.”
“Is that so?” He pulls off his tie, hanging it on a corner of the vanity mirror. “Say, where’s everyone?”
“David’s with Jessica,” you tell him, choosing half-truths. “So does Claire. Tina’s resting for a while.”
“I see...” As he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his wife beater and his dad paunch, you notice his attitude changes. “That means the house’s for us, right?”
“Yeah,” you lie. “Pretty much.”
“How about a little ‘us’ time? It’s been a while.”
Been a while? That revelation shocks you. You’d expect your parents to have sex at least once a week or once a month, if not regularly. But a “while”?
“Paul, you must be tired!” You pull him to the bed, then go behind him. “How about a little massage?”
“Sure,” he tells you. (You know your mother doesn’t mind giving him massages.) “Just wait until I take a shower and powder up my feet so you don’t need to massage my callouses.”
“You can do that later!” You fear Jessica will step in at any minute, so you leave the pens aside and start rubbing his back. “Just relax and take a rest if you want to.”
“Marie...”
“I was looking at this video of a massage that will make you feel so relaxed, you’ll feel all your worries fading away.” You start digging your thumb joints on his back, recalling the time your mother taught you to do it. “The massage expert said that you could go cold and relaxed for hours if done correctly.”
“You’re trying to knock me out?” he says with his gruff, deep voice.
“Who knows?” you say as you grab the black pen, zapping him. “Maybe I do.”
As he starts deflating, Jessica steps out of her hiding spot, shocked. “Your parents haven’t slept in a while?”
“Seems like it.” You drag your father’s skin deeper into the bed, feeling the width of your mother’s hips as you crawl within. “Sorry if I took so long.”
“You’re quite creative, babe.” She crawls atop the bed, wrapping you in her arms. “I thought you’d sleep with your dad to distract him.”
You drop the pen, shivering. “Eww! No! God, even Claire’s retching just thinking about it!”
“Claire?” she says, and you gasp before giggling.
“Oh, I forgot! I decided to wear her while wearing Claire – y'know, the same way you wore Katie while wearing your mom.”
“You think it’s safe to have two minds alongside yours?”
“You can't handle dealing with one?” She cocks her head and you nod. “I’ll handle it. You might never know when you need more minds to talk to.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “You’re right. So...” She looks at your father’s husk, grinning. “How about you and I sleep atop him, Marie? Let me give you the love your husband can’t.”
You freeze. Claire is screaming in your mind, full of disgust. You’re still confused, as you don’t know why that would happen. Has Jessica mentioned something insightful without her knowledge? Are your parents unhappy with their relationship, but haven’t told you?
You shake your head, touching your forehead. “Let me... get Mom’s memories first.”
“Kinky...” You look at her, and she immediately notices. “Oh. You’re not in the mood now. Was it something I said?”
“Pretty much.”
“Alright, alright...” She grabs the brown pen, looking at your father’s husk. “Want to hide it first?”
“Let’s see if that makes me break the trance faster.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Go ahead.”
“Here goes nothing,” you hear her say before you feel a familiar shock all the way through your spine...
--
You wake up in your bed, half-naked. As you turn around, you notice Denise, your friend and the mother of David’s girlfriend Jessica and Claire’s friend Katie, totally naked and worried. You rub your forehead, confused. “What happened?”
“Marie, I know this will sound strange, but try not to overreact.”
“Why are you naked?”
“Like I said, don’t overreact. This has a plausible explanation.” She shows you a fancy black calligraphy pen, missing the point, and an identical brown one. “Do these seem familiar?”
“Not really.”
She hands them for you to examine. “They should. You’ve been using them.”
“Far as I know, I’m not taking calligraphy.”
“Oh, they’re not for calligraphy.” She slowly peels the bedsheets away, revealing something very disturbing. As you observe it, she grasps your hand and tries to soothe you. “Like I said, don’t panic and don’t overreact.”
“Denise?” You start to shiver as you see what she’s revealing to you. “What is that? Why does it look like Paul?”
“Marie? It is Paul.”
You look at her and start to tremble. Something in her look feels off. “Denise? Let me go.”
“Marie, listen. The pens--”
You look at them and immediately threaten her. “These things did that to Paul, didn’t they?”
“Yes,” she confesses. “And you did that to him.”
“I didn’t.” You pull your arm from her hand, but she resists. “I couldn’t have. Why are you telling me I did this to Paul? What do you claim I did to him?”
“You turned him into wearable skin,” she tells you. “If you were to open his back, you could put him on. And the other pen--”
“That’s impossible. Why would I want to do that?”
“He can’t learn what we’re doing, babe.” (Babe? Why is she calling you that?) “You zapped him so that we could go on our way.”
“On our way where?” You start to huff angrily. “Denise, what were we doing?”
She sighs and groans. “You know, this is starting to get troublesome. You’re not Marie, alright? You’re David, and you’re inside your mother and your sister. You turned your father into skin because we’re planning to--”
You shake your head, horrified. “No. That can’t be possible.”
“Touch your back,” she demands. “If you find a slit, try to tear it and pull your skin off. See if that proves my point.”
You touch the back of your neck with your left hand while threatening Denise with your right. As she claimed, there is a slit, and as you dig your finger around it, you notice you can dig through it, feeling a rug of wet hair inside.
As you do, you recall why it’s there. It’s Claire’s hair, which you stuck inside as you enclosed yourself in your mother’s skin. It seems that you’ll have to peel off the skin from your face to shock yourself away from believing you’re whoever you’re wearing.
Finally attuned to your mother’s mind, you make a very important question. Mom? What’s been going on with Dad? Why aren’t you sleeping with him – like, having sex?
What kind of question is that, David? We do have sex – it's just not as common as always. Either your dad arrives too tired to do it, or I’m just not that interested. You’ll understand when you’re older – you don’t need sex to have a healthy relationship.
But Dad said he hasn’t slept with you for a while.
We had sex a month and a half ago, honey. And we did it at least three times in the two weeks leading to that. It’s just that between the start of the new school year and your father’s work, we’ve been distracted.
I see... You open your eyes, revealing your findings to Jessica. “I was just curious how often Mom and Dad had sex together. Turns out, they’re not that active but they haven’t been on a big draught.”
“And when I joked that your dad wasn’t pleasing your mom, that shook you.” She bites her lip, wincing. “Your mother has complained about the lack of sex to mine, though. Didn’t think this would hit you so hard.”
Is that true, Mom?
To an extent, honey. Your dad and I have a healthy relationship, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel satisfied sometimes. I wish your father understood that.
“She says she’s made comments to your mom about it. So... you’re kinda right, in a way.” You sigh, chuckling. “And now I’m gonna use her to satisfy my own urges.”
“You want to change it for some other time?” (This sounds like a proper Jessica response.)
“No. We’ve gone this far – might as well try to weather it and distract ourselves.” You take off the shirt you’re wearing, standing up. “We agreed we’d take a shower together, didn’t we?”
“Pretty much.” She follows you, wrapping her arms on your waist while kissing your neck. “Good to know we’re still good on our plans.”
“I could use the distraction.” You feel your girlfriend’s cheeks – or rather, her mother’s - smothering your mother’s breasts, the sensation quickly numbing any doubts in your mind. You’re doing this to have some fun, and then return with your families none the wiser.
But you’ve already had some fun with Jessica. You could take this up a notch. Why not invite some friends? You know at least of one who’d probably leap to the idea, but what if you could convince two?
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