You stare at Jimmy so hard, if you had heat vision you would have turned him into ashes. “Dude!”
“Dude!” he replies back. “That woman’s a ten! Blonde, green eyed, with some massive bazongas--!”
“Dude, she could be my mom!”
“How old is she?”
He got you there. “Uh... thirty-three.”
“Dude, she’s just fifteen years older than you! She couldn’t be your mom!”
“You don’t get it! What I mean is, she’s behaved so nicely to Claire and to me...” You close your eyes, your whining out of place with Quentin’s voice. “It’s awkward.”
“I mean, I kinda get you – I bet you must feel awkward looking at a hottie like Tina every day, but...” You burn him with your furious glare, making him pause. “Alright, alright! Look – I'm trying to make something good of this situation, okay?”
He’s right, Quentin tells you. After all you’ve gone through, you need to relax a bit. I’d feel relaxed if I talked about all the girls I’d love to fuck.
You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “I get it, I get it.”
“You took a while to answer. Why?”
“It’s...” You close your eyes. “Remember when Ashley said she found me turned into a skin?”
“Yeah,” he said between shudders.
“Well, I was fooled because Quentin was acting like Dad. Apparently, whatever he used to turn my dad into one of these skins also let him get all of his memories.”
“Really?” he says between laughs. (You’re obviously lying through your teeth.)
“Pretty much. Except that, in Mom’s case, that didn’t happen. It’s like whatever that woman did to her robbed her of her emotions or something.”
“Which is why Ashley’s sister is wearing your mom.” You nod, and he questions you, once again distracting you from all the seriousness you’ve built upon the situation. “Is Barbara as hot as Ashley?”
“Dude!”
“I’m saying it because if I was wearing someone uglier than me, I’d be complaining! Then again, how can you deal with wearing a guy like him?”
“I’m just using his brain to do all this dark web tracking thing. Why do you think I was wearing the copy of my own skin?”
His eyes flare up. “Ooooh! I get it! Then again, wearing yourself isn’t that much of an improvement.” You smack him, and he cackles. “Dude, chill out! I was joking – you look a lot better than that guy!”
“That’s not why I wore my cloned skin. I needed his brain, but I needed to go to school as myself.”
“Yeah, makes sense.” He cocks his head, smiling. “Is that why you were acting so oddly today?”
“Pretty much. Try to have a normal day with someone that’s commenting on everything you do.” He chuckles, and you answer the question he probably has in his mind. “By the way, he seems chill with you.”
“He does? Makes me feel weirded out that you’re wearing some random guy.”
“That’s why I’m doing this temporarily. I want to find someone who’s not in cahoots with Ashley’s mom and that we can trust. Once that’s over, I dunno what I’ll do with him, but I’m not planning to wear him again.”
“That’s a shame, man. I honestly thought you were bluffing me when you said you know a Mafia woman.”
“Why?”
“You don’t look like you belong to the Mafia.”
“That’s the point – Quentin didn’t, technically speaking. He was more of an associate that got advantage of that to wear Cassandra.”
“Man! For real?”
“Yeah, but we stopped him on time.”
“Hey - how about releasing him? You’ve been inside him for a long time – you probably know him more than anyone else.”
“Uh-huh – and the first thing he’ll do is take it against me, Ashley and everyone else. Can’t risk it.”
“Right, right.” Jimmy moves towards your closet, grabbing the suit bag with Caitlin’s skin. “And how do you think Ashley’s mom got ahold of Sonya’s cousin?”
“I dunno. All I know is that I saw her and I thought, ‘isn’t that Caitlin?’, and I decided to grab her.”
“I would’ve thought Ashley wouldn’t let you grab any other skin.”
“It was a weird decision she made,” you say, twisting the truth. “She figured I was a little bit too interested in wearing her sister--”
“Wait, you did!?”
“Just for a while, and I wouldn’t do it again. Cassie’s a nice girl. Anyways, since we needed to move all the skins--”
Jimmy gasps. “You got more skins!?”
“Yes, but I’m not telling you where. Gotta keep it a secret – maybe after we get someone to help us with all this situation.”
“How many?’ he keeps inquiring, but you stop him with another fiery glare. “Alright, alright! I was just curious – you know what’s to learn that you got a ton of women skins and that you got a cloned skin of yourself? I thought you’d be more excited!”
“Not when anyone could get in and accuse us of anything. Why do you think I’m trying to be careful with everything I did?”
“You’ll have to reconsider that – I caught you.”
“Yes - and I can’t fail again. Now I’ll have to be extra careful. Which means I can’t reveal lots of things, in case someone gets you.”
“Yeah, sounds fair.” Soon after, he immediately ignores his own thought. “So, why did you get so many skins?”
You sigh. “It was an arrangement with Ashley. She figured she had to reward me somehow, and hat I’d probably be slipping into where the skins are hidden to wear them, so she decided I’d get a pick of one of them. Then she decided I’d get one for saving her, one for Barbara, one for Cassie, one for all the hassle she did with our family, and one for helping us hide them from the cops working for her mom.”
“So, if I help you with this, I could negotiate to get--?”
“Can’t say. That depends on what you do – if you keep silent, that’s not doing much.”
“And what would count as helping?”
You know he won’t back off, so you sate him with your thoughts. “You’d have to do something for Ashley or for us to make her even consider it. I can’t promise you anything – if you wanna help us, you’ll have to do it because you want to.”
“Of course I want to!” You look at him deep in the eye, and he surprises you by giving you an equally serious look. “David, I’m your friend. It might not seem like it, but it worries me when you act all odd – and this week, you’ve been acting super odd. I didn’t imagine you were experiencing all this.”
“I just needed my space.”
“Well, what happens to you worries me, so I had to intervene. And don’t worry – you outed me to Ashley and to your fake mom, but after all this, I won’t say a thing. Trust me – I can keep a secret from anybody.”
“This isn’t a game, Jimmy. Barbara and Cassandra were used by these guys for their own ends. They might have criminal records for things they didn’t do. And we suspect the same goes for their mom. If I don’t do anything to figure who we can ask for help, Barbara will have to replace my mom for the rest of her life. That’s not life for her.”
“I know. I don’t know what I’d do if Mom was gone.” For the first time, you hear Jimmy being very sympathetic. “Y’know, I might be a dumbass sometimes, but I got feelings too. You’ve got guts, man.”
“Whaddya mean?”
“Holding up on all this. Losing your mom, pretty much losing your dad, your family’s broken... I’d be a mess if this happened to me.”
You throw your arm around him, trying to pep him up. “It’s alright. I guess that’s what being mature is all about. And hey – thanks for understanding this. I guess I needed someone else to tell this.”
“You found the best guy to tell this,” he assures you, even if you don’t feel very reassured. “Hell - keep the drive.”
“I only needed it to install the browser on my PC.”
“Yeah, but if it helps you? I can always ask my aunt to get me another.” (That would be his aunt Vanessa, which you met once.) “S’no biggie.”
“It’s alright. Once I get the browser, I can download things piecemeal.”
“You can use my computer for it,” he offers. “That way, you won’t have to go to the library! Or school!”
“Still gonna need to – make it seem like it’s different people.” You look at him, and grin. “You could help me with some money to build a PC from scratch, though.”
“Won’t that be expensive?”
“Not if we find deals on Harknell’s. Or online. And I don’t need a bleeding-edge computer – just a burner that can run the programs automatically.”
“Count on it,” he tells you. “Just tell me all you need and I’ll ask Mom or Aunt Nessie if they can help.”
“In the meanwhile,” you say as you stand up, “get off my skin.”
“But I’ll be naked!”
“And? I’ll be outside but nearby. I ‘d take Quentin off but I need his brain.”
“Right, right...” He snaps, smirking impishly. “Hey - will you lend me your cloned skin? We could do some amazing pranks--!”
“I shouldn’t be getting in trouble,” you warn him, but you’ve been so harsh with him, you offer an olive leaf. “But maybe after all this is done, we could do something.”
“Really!” His eyes light up and his grin widens. “Awesome! Say – can you change up into up into one of those girls? I wanna see how you look as a chick!”
You’re about to block that idea, but you feel you should ease off. He’ll definitely love seeing you as Caitlin, especially if she’s naked. You could always show him the other girls, though – maybe he’ll admire the variety.
But what if Barbara steps in and sees you doing this? Or even worse, Claire?
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