You’re upstairs, having dragged Vanessa’s deflated skin between Jimmy and you. (She’s not heavy once deflated, other than the weight of her breasts and hips, but you decided to be extra careful.) Mrs. Wilson, however, has started to get cold feet. “I don’t think this will work.”
“Just get the answers from her,” you remind her. “Then, if you don’t like the idea, you can take her off. We’ll just say she fainted and we had to carry her upstairs.” (Which is the other reason Jimmy and you teamed up.)
“It still feels wrong!”
“Mom, I don’t know of any other way to get her memories. It’ll have to do.”
She takes a deep breath, grabbing her sister’s skin. “Alright. Could you be outside? I feel uncomfortable with you boys seeing me naked.”
You tap Jimmy, but he resists. “Mom, we already saw Auntie Nessie and you naked.”
“That makes it even more uncomfortable! Boys shouldn’t see their mothers – or their friends’ mothers – without clothes!”
You push Jimmy back, offering a compromise. “Try to put it on. If you have any issues, just call me and I’ll help you.”
She looks at you before conceding. “Fair enough. But only because you boys won’t be convinced if I don’t do it.”
You pull Jimmy into his room, since you – correctly – suspect he has some concerns to talk about. “Go ahead. What’s in your mind?"
“Mom’s gonna chicken out.”
“Can’t blame her. You’re asking the good twin to become the evil twin.”
That at least cheers him out, as he snorts. “Y’know, I never saw it that way. I always thought Mom was angry at me for no reason, but she always made sure I’d know why she was angry.”
“Because you think with your butt instead of with your brain? Ow!”
You know your tongue can be a bit sharp when you least need it, but you don’t mind the smacking. “Hey. I don’t think with my butt.”
“Look - don’t think I’m agreeing with your aunt, but she’s got a point. I know you like to have fun, but you won’t spend the rest of your life doing pranks!”
“The guys at Jackass made a life out of it.”
“Yeah, and how long since that show’s been off the air?” (You’re surprised Jimmy’s room isn’t littered with posters of Johnny Knoxville.)
“Yeah, I know! But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t make a life out as an influencer!”
“All I’m saying is, you should have a plan B. Something you can rely in case you don’t get huge as an Internet star.”
“Is this what being mature is all about? ‘Cos it sounds boring.” You probably have something of Mrs. Wilson still in you, because he flinched exactly like he did with his mom just a few minutes ago. “Dude, I was joking. I know I should do something for my future, but not something that’s gonna be boring me for the rest of my life!”
This is a reason why you like Jimmy so much. When everyone tells you (such as Tina) that you need to mature and think about your future, he seems to have it figured out. Make your future fun. You’d only wish he took that attitude (and his smarts) and applied it to something less silly than risking his health for likes.
“David?” you hear from Mrs. Wilson’s room. “I think you’ll need to help me.”
“Hold that thought.” You step into her room, wincing as you see her naked, with her leg halfway through her sister’s own. “You feel you’re gonna rip her, right?”
“Yes! Why didn’t you boys tell me it was this disgusting?”
“Didn’t want you chickening out.” You shake your head as you kneel before her, adjusting her leg. “Sorry. Guess Jimmy’s worries were on point.”
“No one normal would agree to do it,” she retorts. “What made you boys try it?”
You take a deep breath, making slow shifts upwards to her sister’s skin. “Curiosity, basically. I know that was why Jimmy did it.”
“And you?”
You snort. “Pretty much. You get a pair of pens that tell you they do something, your first instinct is to test if it’s the real deal. And when it happens, it’s obvious the next step is to try it. After... y’know, testing if it’s reversible.”
“I see...” You finish adjusting her leg, rubbing her new feet. “Good Lord... It feels so real.”
“Yeah, that’s the first impression. Give me the other leg.”
You repeat the same process as Mrs. Wilson continues her interrogation. “I know my Jimmy would go through, but... What about you? What are your thoughts on this?”
You’re shocked. “I dunno. Obviously, the last thing I want is someone wearing me or my family. But I get Jimmy. It’s... I dunno. Exhilarating?”
“I figured you’d say that.” You look at her, startled at seeing her reflexively cover her breasts. “You two are boys. Your hormones are out of control. Makes sense you’d use these to play out your little fantasies.”
“I didn’t have this as a fantasy,” you tell her. “I mean – you never thought you’d wear someone, let alone your sister. Right?”
“Of course not.”
“What about wearing a guy?” That shocks her. “Ever wondered how it feels to be a guy?”
“Goodness, no!” She laughs nervously, though you can feel her disgust. “Why would I?”
“Maybe to figure out what would be to be on the other side.” You stop, since that response was so out of left field it surprised even you. “I guess that’s why I’d do it again. To try and understand girls more.”
“David...” She snickers, and when you glance at her, you see the same grin you know Jimmy for. “You don’t have to make it look like you’re not getting a hit from it.”
“What do you mean by ‘hit’, ma’am?”
“Do I have to spell it for you? David, you’re a teenager! You’re not going to tell me that you haven’t masturbated in your life.”
You cough after swallowing hard. “Ma’am!”
“I’ve always told you to trust me with your issues. Just like I said you should trust your parents. Just because they’re stricter doesn’t mean they won’t get you!”
“Yeah, but... I wouldn’t tell them I got pens that can turn people into skins!”
“You did with Jimmy.” You finished adjusting her other foot before you stop. “What I mean is, you don’t have to make it so that you look more mature in my eyes. I know you get a rush of excitement from wearing these. And I don’t blame you, because you’re teenagers. This is your moment of exploration.”
You begin adjusting her thigh, somewhat disturbed. “You seem to be taking this in stride.”
“I’m trying to understand why you boys would jerk off to our vaginas. I think it’s only fair that you were driven by curiosity about how it’d feel compared to yours.”
You cackle, shaking your head. “I bet Jimmy thought of that, but... Yeah, I guess that was the idea. Except Jimmy wanted to prank his sister for some reason.”
“Probably because they intentionally get each other in trouble so I punish them.” With her legs fully stretched into Vanessa’s own, she grabs her sister’s lower body. “Now what?”
“Uh... Stand up and pull her skin upwards. Let me help you.”
It’s strange to help your friend’s mother get inside her sister, but whatever fears she had have disappeared. It takes less time than you did to lift her, even with her larger hips compared to yours.
“I suppose I’ll need to adjust her bits into mine, am I right?”
“I guess.”
She hands you Vanessa’s upper body, which coincidentally helps covering her. “Hold this.” It feels a bit disturbing to see the middle-aged woman’s sagging breasts and gaping hole for a mouth, knowing you’re basically looking at Mrs. Wilson naked.
As she adjusts – with your help – her arm inside Vanessa’s own, she keeps hounding you with questions. “Did you boys like it?”
You grow red as a beet, made worse as she begins cackling. “Oh, you should see your face! But I’m serious – how did it feel?”
“Now that you’re asking me? Weird.”
“I bet you weren’t thinking about that when you did it, right?”
“Ma’am, you’re making me feel bad about it.”
“It’s alright. See – that's what most people don’t get about Jimmy. He can be a bit impulsive, but when you tell him why he’s wrong, he gets it. I bet that if I did the same question to him, he’d act the same. He’s a curious boy – just like you! I wouldn’t blame you for trying it out, knowing how you boys are at that age.”
“Well... You were angry that we did it.”
“Of course I was! You think I should’ve acted otherwise?” She must have seen your puzzled face, as her tone grows more mellow, more maternal. “I had – and have – the right to be angry at being used, but I also couldn’t be completely mad at you. I was angry because I was worried what you’d do with my body. But, judging by your reaction just now? I know you won’t try it again.”
“You’re right, ma’am.”
“That doesn’t mean you won’t try it on someone else.” She pats your arm, urging you to stop. “I’d ask you don’t, but if you do? Remember they are people. And that the same thing you do to them can happen to you, or the people you care about.”
You hang your head in shame. “But we’re asking you to do it with your sister.”
“Which is why I feel weirded out by doing so. But you made a good point. This is my opportunity to learn why my sister did what she did. If this helps me heal? I won’t feel any regrets.”
You remain silent as you help her with the last arm, and only react as she makes her final question. “What about her face?”
“Just take a deep breath and pull it in.”
With a little tug, you see in real time how Julia Wilson becomes her sister in every way. You weren’t wrong when you thought a wig and makeup would suffice – it's pretty much the same face, but blonde.
And her voice hasn’t changed much. In fact, without Vanessa’s haughtiness, it’s almost indistinguishable. “Now what?”
“I’ll let you dress. Then... comes the next part.”
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