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

It was prone on its back, and had to awkwardly roll to get off the strangely soft surface it found itself on. It hit the ground as it crouched, it’s four arms spread out to help mitigate the impact. It rose slowly, surveying the room it found itself in. The large bone crest behind its head struck the ceiling, leaving it in a predatory crouch. There was only one door in and out of the room. It reached out with one of its exoskeleton hands to the door knob, the grotesquely long fingers with scimitar like claws gripping the knob and twisting it open.

It stepped through the opening, twisting to contort it’s crest and oversized body through the opening. In this next room, it found what it was looking for… prey. There was a human man laying on another, but different, padded piece of the room’s furniture. It walked over, slowly and quietly. Clicking noises emanated from its throat, and its tail waved through the air like a serpent waiting to strike. It paused as it stood over its prey, watching as the man slept. Its twenty foot frame was forced to curl over him, as though a monstrous reinterpretation of a mother tending to her child.

Then, the man awoke. For a moment, nothing changed, as he stared at it, and it stared at him. The trance seemed to hold indefinitely, until a thick glob of mucus fell from its slowly extending second jaw within the much larger inner jaw. This slimy ball fall, spattering against the man's bare skin.

He snapped out of the trance.

Screams filled the air as the man squirmed away off the padding he was on. He flung himself through a door that seemed to lead out of his living space, and then he was gone and it was silent.

It remained passive, watching the affair as it went down. A haze lifted out of its head. It had enough cognition to survey its hunched over stance, its featureless domed face peering at its inky black exoskeleton that seemed to be formed as a mockery and twister perversion of a human skeleton. Its spiked tail and various dorsal ridges gave it a monstrous appearance.

That was what it wanted, after all. It was manufactured. It was a perfect Xenomorph Queen - loosely a Custom Made 'Girl' by definition -  that had even suppressed its own human instincts. It was a monster. It was made to scare.

And that it did, too easily to be truly satisfied by it. It paced through her prey's apartment. At its size and scale, there was much to do or interact with, and her prey didn't seem to be willing to return just yet to give it more entertainment. How disappointing.

The creature paced idly, noticing the last skinsuit still in its shipping container. It ripped through the packaging with ease, and chittered happily seeing the skin within. It knew this would properly scare and horrify its prey.

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"Sweetie? Where are you?"

Rob heard the voice from down the hallway. He would have known the voice anywhere. His brain knew it was the wrong voice to be hearing, an impossible voice. His heart didn't care, though. It was the voice he felt he needed to hear, that he felt he couldn't live without.

It was the voice of Elizabeth Linthen, or better known as Liz, his ex-girlfriend.

Like a sailor to the siren's call, Rob slunk back into his apartment. The horrific creature was gone. Now, sitting cutely on his living room couch was Liz. As he looked at the final and most inebriated purchase of the night when he bought the majority of the skins, something in Rob's brain was telling him to stay away. That this wasn't safe, and wouldn't end well.

That didn't stop him from walking up to her, collapsing onto the couch next to her, and wordlessly breaking down into tears. He held tightly to her bare naked skin, not wanting to let go and lose her a second time.

Long quiet minutes dragged out the moment. Finally, Liz patted Rob on the head. "Sweetie… you know how everything ended up fucked up between us?"

Rob jolted back, away from her. He realized in an instant what his drunken mistake had been ordering her. She turned to face him, spreading her legs to reveal an unusual addition.

That night, while Kitty was asleep and Rob had ordered Sally, Saranell, and the Xenomorph Queen, Rob had been staring at the screen containing a perfect recreation of his lost love. His empty heart was only matched by the sheer volume of empty bottles surrounding him that he had emptied in rapid succession. He thought about his relationship with Liz, his thoughts mirroring a similar statement as she did. In his drunken haze, all he could think about was how he felt screwed over by Liz, and that if he really wanted to make her accurate, she would screw him again.

Apparently, to Rob’s sober mind, that meant replacing her normally female genitalia with the male genitalia needed to literally do just that. The very generously sized equipment would put any guy to shame, and someone as inexperienced in taking any manner of men as Rob was, it would surely warrant a hospital trip.

He immediately backed away from the visage of his ex. He didn’t know how he was going to solve this problem. It wasn’t like there were any other suits to put her in, and even then that wouldn’t be a solution.

Liz advanced after Rob, predatorily. “We can be together now… I want to give you all my love!”  Rob doubted it was just ‘love’ she wanted to give.

Rob continued to scramble backwards off his couch, nearly falling to the floor. He was quickly back against the wall, with his ex against his front. He closed his eyes, and blurted out, “I’ve moved past you, Liz!”

There was silence in the air. By the time Rob reopened his eyes, Liz was standing a few steps back, looking stunned. “What..?”

Rob sighed. “When… when I ordered your skin. I wasn’t over you. I was in a bad place, Liz. But I’ve spent the last week hanging out with some wonderful girls. Kitty, Sally, Saranell… and Vixen. I think… No, I know why I ordered you. I needed to see if there was a chance I could be with the real Liz again. But you’re not her. You never will be her. These girls showed me I could have a life without you, and I didn’t have to feel guilty about it. I just needed to learn to let you go.”


Each sentence was a blow to Liz. By the end, she was huddled on the floor shaking. Rob leaned in. “Liz?” he asked, worried about her. Leaning in more, he could hear her muttering to herself.

“No… no… no… no…” she kept repeating, her eyes darting back and forth. “I need to… I was… I’m here for a reason, I have to finish my purpose... I am going to screw you whether you want it or not!” She suddenly was screaming, and had grabbed hold of Rob to pin him down.

Before he could react something changed. She grabbed the sides of her head, her arms trembling as if she was fighting herself. “No, we won’t do that to him,” she said, not quite in her normal tone. Slowly her hands grabbed the sides of her face and tugged. “You screwed with his heart. Your purpose is now done.” Suddenly, the skin of the Liz suit released and was pulled away from her smooth and inky face. The head of the Xenomorph Queen emerged through Liz’s mouth, shoving the skin downward until its four arms emerged and it hung limply around the creature’s waist.

Frozen in panic and confusion, Rob was trapped under the creature as it used all four arms to grab hold of it’s sternum and rip open its chest cavity. Saranell tumbled forward out of the contained darkness, leaning forward in the suit. She numbly looked up at Rob and tried to smile, but the exhaustion was too much. She used her right hand and fiddled about at the edge of her mouth. Grabbing hold of multiple layers of masks, she pulled the back over her head revealing Kitty once again.

Rob was frozen staring as Kitty tugged at her face, pulling the skin. She seemed to be struggling with taking off her mask. He had no clue who would be under the mask, who had been the girl bringing his fantasies to life. Kitty looked up at him, her feline eyes pleading. “Help me…” she muttered, and Rob nodded. Gently he hooked his thumbs into her mouth, noticing how with a little effort he could remove the skin from the cheeks within. He lifted up and back, and gasped as the skin fell back.

Jim sat, still wearing the bodies of half a dozen girls, his sense confused and betrayed. He watched as Rob was similarly baffled. Jim couldn’t help but start to sob, his frame heaving and shuffling around the layers of skin he was trapped in.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you… I would never have hurt you… I don’t know what happened…” Jim choked out as he cried.

Rob wasn’t sure what to do, and he didn’t know what was going on. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn’t know if he wanted to yell or be quiet. So he decided to pull his best friend into a tight embrace and cry with him.