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

Kitty Clawford stalked the halls back to Jim’s apartment. It was late in the afternoon, nearly a full day after she set out to meet with Rob. Kitty’s head pounded from the hangover she earned from last night. She woke in Rob’s bed and was ready to keep going, but head to find him lying on the floor next to the bed. After confirming that she was ok and sober enough to actually want to have sex, the two went at it for hours. It was Rob’s second sexual encounter in as many days, but Kitty’s mind full of artificial experiences made her nearly a porn star in the eyes of her partner. Rob struggled to keep up, but both were left enthusiastically exhausted afterwards.

Saying her goodbyes - and a promise to come back - Kitty left, and was now in Jim’s apartment. It was strangely cluttered in the apartment, though that could be attributed to the mass of boxes in the living room. Nearly a dozen were piled up and it was a nuisance to handle and move around. Kitty needed a way to handle this mess.

She paced around the cramped space, leaping up on top of a stack with her feline grace. Her tail waved out behind her as she crouched on the stack. She spotted the skin of Vixen, and got an idea.

The sensation of black cat fur sliding down the inside of another person’s skin was strangely sensual. She could feel her own legs sliding down the throat and subsequent legs of Vixen, the hairs swishing and swirling inside. As Vixen’s legs replaced the sensation in her own, the feeling of her trapped fur melted away into the feelings of fleshy skin. She wriggled her toes together, amazed at the touch of Vixen’s soft skin against itself. She aggressively pulled the new legs up over her own, salivating at the feeling as her furred sex disappeared into the plump, yet bare, lips of Vixen Allure. Shimmying further was difficult: her tail and her additional breasts failed to cooperate as she forced them into the suit, pulling it awkwardly around her non-human anatomy.

She looked down at her body. It was a beautiful naked woman’s, but it wasn’t hers. It bothered her in a way she couldn’t describe. After a (perceived) lifetime of harassment about her body, she couldn’t just be fine with looking normal. As a kid, this would have been everything she could have hoped for, but she had learned to love herself. This was Catherine’s dream body, not Kitty’s. She shook her head, knowing that in a moment none of this would be her body, but Vixen’s instead. Another woman, with really the only connection between them being that they were both Custom Made Girls, and that both were once in a past life Jim.

“And, that we like, totally had some great sex with Rob!” Kitty giggled, pulling Vixen’s head over her own.

The newly recreated woman, brought back to life by the power of the suits, fell off the top of the box she had been balanced precariously on. She got up slowly, checking herself for injuries. It didn’t make sense why she had been up there, and she looked up at the top of the box that was nearly taller than her. Suddenly, rushing back to her came a new past life’s worth of memories as Kitty’s adventures earlier came to her, as well as the short time Jim was present. She bit her lip, not sure how she felt about it. But… she wasn’t the one who got drunk at Rob’s house without knowing him. She went over to his place sober and chose to have sex with him, but that was beside the point. She thought for a moment about why Kitty would have put her on, and her memories of the other woman’s plans came back to her.

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Vix banged on the front door of Rob’s apartment and he answered groggily. He was just in boxer shorts, and was clearly napping until Vix woke him up. His eyes shot wide open upon seeing her, and he wrapped his arms around her frame. “I didn’t think you’d come back…” His voice choked.

“I’m not leaving you, not that easily.” She held him, keeping him close. His face buried in her chest, and she wasn’t about to let him hurt like this. “Shhh, you’re fine. But, we have something we need to talk about.” Rob’s head jerked up, looking at her. Fear and panic filled his eyes, and thoughts of Liz leaving him filled his heart. “No no, nothing like that. I just need your help taking all these crates into your apartment, dear.”

Rob followed the line Vix indicated with her thumb behind her, mouth agape at the small flood of boxes in the hallway outside the door. Nearly shoving Vix into his apartment, he hurriedly pushed and dragged all the shipments in after her. Many cases ended up shoved into other rooms, with only a few resulting in the living room with the pair. Vix patted on the couch next to her and Rob joined her, sitting hip to hip with her despite the ample room around them.

“Now, look. You know I care about you, and you know I enjoyed what we did two nights ago.” Rob nodded, not sure where this was going. “But, you need to know that I’m a Custom Made Girl that you ordered. I’m not normally like this.” Vix sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I remember an entire life as Vixen Allure, and my entire history. But you ordered me, and I know I didn’t exist before that. Before that…”

Vix trailed off. She knew she should tell Rob that deep down - beneath multiple suits now - was Jim, Rob’s best friend. She knew it wouldn’t be a secret she could keep forever, even, because every day she - or another Custom Made Girl - stuck around, Rob would be unable to see Jim. But this would be enough of a mess to explain as it was already, so she just continued.

“Look, the reason I’m telling you this is because I can tell you’ve ordered more girls. A lot more. You ordered, and already met, Kitty. The rest of the girls are in these boxes.”

Rob looked concerned, shuffling in his seat. “I don’t understand… almost anything you’re saying. But there are girls in there? Shouldn’t we try to get them out? Can they breathe?”

Vix chuckled, much to the pouting of Rob who crossed his arms over his chest. “No, they don’t need to breathe. Have you ever heard of skinsuits, Rob?” She continued after he shook his head no. “We get shipped and then worn. We have our own personalities, our own memories. If I put one on, it will be like meeting you again for the first time."

Rob nodded, trying to understand. "So then… who put you on, Vix? I mean, if you're a Custom Made Girl too, then aren't you a skin?"

Vix reached back behind her, and after a bit of fiddling and fussing, a long black tail flowed out from her rear. It waved in the air idly, and Vix blushed. She put her finger up to Rob's lips as he was about to ask a question. "And who put Kitty on? That's a mystery for another day." With as much elegance as one can put a tail back into their asshole, Vix awkwardly sat back down trying to hide her embarrassment. "Right now," she continued, "let's just get into one of these girls, if you know what I mean."