With Claire and Katie here, things have become more complicated. You’ll need a distraction to wear your replacement. But if you use him to distract Claire, you could instead wear Katie and always have access to Jessica.
It’ll make it harder to break the news, though. Your plan was to talk to her in private, discussing a couple things before removing his skin and Rachel’s. (It’s been a while since you’ve forgotten – or even cared – about the slit on your back.) After that, it’s pitching your plan, like Cassie said.
As Katie, however, it'd be easier to find a moment, but you’d need to soften the blow at the risk of traumatizing her by wearing her sister. (And that’s after explaining why a stunning ginger would wear a sixteen-year-old girl from a backwater town.)
It’s also the easiest way to get out of this predicament. If Jessica truly loves you, she’ll accept. If not, you know of someone who does. Therefore, you make your move. “David?” you tell your replacement. “I need you to distract your sister.”
“But weren’t you supposed to--?”
“Change of plans.” You embrace him, whispering to his ear. “Try to appease her, saying I played a prank on you. If her friend goes away, let her. Don’t let your sister follow her until she reappears. Can you do that for me?”
“Uh...” You step back, and he shirks. “I guess.”
“Good. Now calm your sister down, alright?” You pat him, and he goes to face Claire. It’s strange to see this from the perspective of an outsider. Though already a curvy hottie, your – or rather, David’s - little sister can be annoyingly immature sometimes, throwing tantrums like a little kid rather than discuss things like an adult.
You focus your attention on Katie, however. You want her to actively see how you glance at the average boy you were just talking to entice her anger. You sigh as you move away; you disappear inside the abandoned building, glancing to see if she took the bait.
Knowing she approaches, you ready your weapon. The black pen is in your hand, ready to turn that nubile young woman, less endowed than her friend but only by an inch or a fraction thereof, into your temporary disguise.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear they’re sisters. They behave so alike. “Hey,” she barks at you. “I know you’re in here! What’s your thing with David? Did you know he has a girlfriend?”
You make your way deeper inside. You hide, like a trapdoor spider, ready to snatch her. It’s almost laughable how she tries to defend your girlfriend. Of course you know about Jessica!
You step inside a barely illuminated bathroom, carrying more shadows than light. It reeks of dampness, and you fear a rat could rush between your legs at any point. But that same fear must be running in that teenager’s mind, as she approaches slowly.
Though, it’s more likely that, rather than fear, she’s driven by temerity. “Hey! You scared of me! ‘Cos I wanna know what you have with my sister’s boyfriend!”
“A deep connection, Katherine.” You decide to go bolder. You clack your shoes, feeding that temerity. “It must be gnawing on you, isn’t it? What relationship could I have with David Anderson?”
“He’s making a big mistake.”
“Can’t blame him,” you say as you show yourself. “I’m everything a man desires, and more.”
“Yeah, but you’re only just looks. Once you grow old, you’re gonna be a hag.”
“Maybe, but so will you.” You relish taunting her. She doesn’t know what’s about to happen to her. “But don’t worry. If your worry is that David will abandon your sister Jessica, that won’t happen.”
That alerts her. “How do you know about us?”
“That’s inconsequential.” You caress her cheek, smirking. “After all, I’m not interested in him.”
“Then why? Why were you with him?”
“Because he was going to be useful to send a message to your sister. But that doesn’t matter.” You tap her with the black pen and cackle. “You’ll do just fine.”
You zap her and catch one of her arms as she deflates. The place is filthy, but the sounds of the street barely reach – which means, the sounds inside won’t escape.
You drag a duffel bag you previously hid – when you arrived, setting up your plan – and start undressing. Katie’s skin lays atop the toilet lid, folded over many times, waiting for you. Once you feel the grime and dampness everywhere, you proceed to slip inside Jessica’s little sister.
The contrast cannot be more astonishing. Katie is almost half a foot shorter than you, and less endowed. You literally feel like shrinking when her leg wraps with yours, and you carefully have to balance with your back behind a wall as you put on the other one. Her legs are smooth, but her groin is bushy, and your curves are sucked into her pithy ones.
When you sink yourself into her waist, you feel yourself being squeezed. Your massive breasts, your secret personal delight, are sunken so deep into your chest that you feel breathless – and yet, as the seam starts to close behind you, so do your lungs relax. They are replaced by small breasts, though her respectable cups will most likely meet her sisters in a year’s time.
All that remains is her face. Compared to her body, it’s rounder, lacking the finesse of yours. Most of your fiery red mane has been swallowed by her back, making slipping your face into hers actually painful. Yet, you shove your beautiful face inside hers, and soon, you feel completely swallowed by Katherine Hunt.
“Huh...” you tell yourself. “Who’d have thought this little pipsqueak has a future.” Even her voice, transmitting your words, feels older.
You start wearing her clothing – sheer cotton panties, a sheer bra with some very mild padding – less to make her look full-bodied, more for comfort – a pair of skinny jeans and a pink blouse. You slip on her pink socks and red Converse sneakers and adjust your new groin before stretching.
“Only one thing left,” you tell yourself as you draw the brown pen from the case. “You won’t mind if I borrow your thoughts, won’t you?”
You zap yourself. You feel the world going black, and your only thought is to avoid falling into the floor. That tingle running on your spine and into your brain will never feel familiar to you...
--
You wake up with a shiver. The place’s dark and stinky and moldy. You leap from where you were sitting, only to notice – from the dim light that breaks in – how dirty it is.
“Ewww!!!” You pat your jeans clean and kick the lid. “What happened!?”
You try to remember. You were talking with Claire about how David’s been acting weird these past days. You’ve noticed – he's slow and distant, like he’s not there. You noticed when Jessica mentioned it, pissed off.
You asked Claire about it, and she said the same thing. Slow, unresponsive, robotic. As if someone had hypnotized him or something.
You even talked to him at school, when you found him alone. He usually greets you with a smile and a “hey!”, acting happy to see you. It lets you see his cute smile--
Cute?
Yes, cute. Because, there where you see him, he’s cute. He might not look athletic, like the jocks around school, but you don’t care about that. He’s right at that balance point between coolness and nerdiness – dressed well enough to avoid looking like a nerd but projecting that idea that he’s smart. And no matter what Claire says, you know he’s smart.
But that moment you met him? It was like that light was gone from him. His smile seemed forced, and his “hey” was dull and lifeless. It’s hard to say that he’s unresponsive – you had a little chat, as you gauged his responses – but he’s very stoic. He even stumbled upon someone and didn’t apologize! And when someone shoved him, he just pushed through, like if he felt nothing.
That was what you discussed with Claire, when you notice he’s stepping away. Claire asks him, and he only says he’s going to see Trish. (That’d be the Track girl that’s friends with David and your sister Jessica.) Claire found that weird, especially after looking at the window and saying “hey, that’s not the way there!”
Armed with that suspicion, you follow him, alongside Claire, to his actual location. You know the place – a few small businesses on the same spot, including the candy store where your dad used to take you before they split. (Though it’s a pale shadow of what it once was.) There, you notice David speaking with a gorgeous woman – tall, redhead, with a body that would drive Krista and Phoebe to tears.
And after a while, you notice they’re hugging. Claire was furious. “Who the heck does she think she’s doing?” Oh, she was furious with her. But you were furious with David.
Because you never had a chance, so you decided you’d let your sister be happy. And now, he’s two-timing her with this gorgeous woman.
Because, if neither of them were on the way? You would’ve made your move towards him.
Towards him? You hear the voices speak, One is of that woman, who threatened you. And the other is that of a man – a boy, really, but a very familiar one.
Yeah. I can’t believe he paid attention to Jessica. What does she have that I don’t? That she’s older?
It’s not just that, you respond. Wait. You respond? Who’s responding? Aren’t you supposed to be--?
And with ringing in your ears, you wake up to your stupor. You’re not Katie Hunt. You’re Rachel O’Leary, alongside what remains of David Anderson.
And you’re going to claim what’s yours. Jessica Hunt. Your girlfriend. Your future wife.
Your true soulmate.
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