[TF - Skinsuits, MTF, Varied]
[CW: Temporary Personality Death/Suppression, Drunk Sex]

Vixen laid in bed wide awake while Rob snuggled up against her body. The last couple hours had been a life altering experience - but, then again, she hadn't been alive much longer than that anyway. Their bodies glistened with sweat that the overworked ceiling fan did little to dismiss.

Having satisfied Rob's needs, Vix was able to think a bit more clearly. Her purpose in life as a Custom Made Girl was to serve the person who made her, and once that was done… She didn't know what to do. She knew she was a skinsuit now, able to fully wrap her head around the concept. Apparently, she wouldn't have been able to properly take care of Rob if she didn't think she was a real girl.

But… She couldn't deny that she was a real girl. Jim felt like a past life almost like in a spiritual sense of a soul. Once, a long time ago, she was a man named Jim, but that wasn't her now. She was Vixen Allure, new to town, previously a strip club worker and quite a popular one. She could remember her own life far better than Jim's, but at the same time she knew she had to go back to being Jim. Vixen Allure didn't have a bank account, her apartment wasn't HER apartment but instead in Jim's name, and she knew Rob would want to see his best friend.

Vix slipped out of bed, looking back at Rob's naked body. He certainly was well endowed, and while a girl like herself would enjoy his wild and untamed approach to pleasuring a woman she doubted many others would. Vix recalled Rob telling Jim about Liz leaving her and felt a pang of grief for the man she was with. She resolved to see him again, hoping Jim would be amenable to that.

She slinked out of the apartment and started walking down the hall. The sound of a door closing in the distance startled her. She might be ok with being naked, but after their encounter she was a mess and being spotted would be less than pleasant, especially as she slipped into the apartment of a different man. Shutting the door softly behind her, she noticed her living room devoid of the large box she was shipped in. She did leave the door open - no place to put keys on her naked body - and nothing else was missing so perhaps the instant delivery the company offered included taking the packing material.

Vix let herself into the shower, cleaning off the various stains on her body. She took the opportunity to enjoy herself a bit further. While being with Rob was amazing, there were some things a woman could give to herself. The shower ran until it started to go cold, giving the diminutive girl goosebumps and forcing her out into the open air. The fog on the mirror wiped away, and Vix looked into her own eyes. It was strange having an entire lifetime of memories in her head, but also knowing it wasn't real because she was a skinsuit ordered the night before and only worn for a few hours.

"Well, all good things must come to an end," Vix mumbled to herself. She traced out a message in the remaining fog of the mirror, and sat down on the floor. She pulled open her feminine slit, teasing apart the lips. They strangely seemed to lift away from her body and stretched more than normal now that she wanted to remove the skin. She pulled it wide open, and felt her former male genitalia shuffle around before falling out of the opening.

The total surprise of the moment caused Vix to release her grip on her own skin, her sex snapping shut around the penis between her legs. It waved back and forth like a strange tail and she was mesmerized by it. Such a strange feeling, she reflected. A wrong feeling.

She was a woman, that was simple and easy for her to understand. And yet, there was a cock dangling there, grossly. It felt dysphoric for her, and she had to ignore it and open her labia wide again. It was Jim's, and she needed him to just take over at this point. The stretched opening proved wide enough for her to get the larger male legs from within her own up and out, until her lower half dangled limply around Jim's waist.

She tugged her sex upward, trying to ignore the pleasure she felt. The sensation felt dampened, her body feeling more disconnected. Her arms released Jim's and her skin was around her neck like a scarf. All that remained was her head. Vix knew that would remove her from being in control of her body, and the thought terrified her. She glanced at the scrawled message on the mirror she left and sighed, pulling herself off Jim's head in a single moment.

Jim looked around, feeling nauseous. He gripped the floor, trying to adjust to the sensations and thoughts hitting him.

Vixen could only think of Jim as a past life. She wasn't Jim, but she had been him. Memories and knowledge Jim had was still there, but buried under her own life story.

But Jim could only describe Vix as a future life, of sorts. The word reincarnation came to mind, except instead of being a nebulous future event, it was one he went through, lived a different life, then came back to his own. It was a strange concept, but utterly comfortable in a way that he assumed the skin pushed into its head, as part of being produced in a factory and programmed to understand.

Jim stood up from the floor, noticing the fogged over mirror. 'We can help Rob together. Wear me again. <3'

"Great, my future self wrote her past self a message. That's not confusing or anything." He looked down at Vixen's skin, biting his lip. Everything he remembered about being her was amazing, but now that he was a guy again - a straight guy, for that matter - he didn't enjoy thinking about the sex he had, if he has enjoyed it.

Jim's pondering was interrupted by the doorbell to his apartment. Heading into the living, he noticed the empty box that housed Vixen gone. At least he didn't have to explain that to whoever was at the door. He peered through the peephole, and much to his surprise, there was another box. Ignoring his own nudity he pulled the box into the living room of his apartment. Another Custom Made Girl, addressed to him

Jim really needed to remove his credit card from that account on Rob's computer. But perhaps that could wait until after trying out this girl...