"Dude, come on! Knock it off!"

I watched helplessly as my hand lifted away from my junk. It had been moving of its own accord, about to commit a crime I couldn't stand.

"It's bad enough you're naked in me, don't do that! Besides, the witch gave some cryptic warning about doing shit while being worn."

I could feel my eyes roll, before my own voice spoke again. "Look, it's not my fault you keep thinking about your date tonight." Suddenly, my hands flew to my mouth and stretched it wide open, peeling it away from another set of lips beneath it. Those lips, surrounded by beard stubble, continued talking in a different voice.

"Look, you know I don't mind helping you with this. What that witch did to you really messed you up, Carl. But we're living with it." Now an entire head was exposed, with brown hair that contrasted with my blonde.

The only problem is, I was a skinsuit. The brown haired man quickly stripped off the skin of his roommate, trying his best to ignore how it clung to every curve and detail of his body. Finally naked, again, the man threw on some boxers and sat back on the couch, trying to ignore the erection he was still fighting.

The lumpy pile of skin on the floor - me - slowly stood up, a bit wobbly at first before finding my footing. "And I appreciate it, Greg," I started. "Just please don't be weird in my body."

"Look, not my fault that your passion for this Jessica girl makes you crazy, which transfers to me in you. Anyway, a day of being worn. You should last through the night with her, and I won't have to be in you like last time."

I sighed, collapsing naked on the floor. This curse sucked. "Yeah, thank you. I know that was awkward."

Greg nodded, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't mind playing video games while wearing you. What are friends for? Now get ready for your date!"

The date was with Jessica, and it was our third night together. Hopefully I would last long enough to actually make it past making out. I quickly got dressed and hurried out the door to meet up with Jessica.

===

The date went smoothly. A nice candlelight dinner, some wine, and pleasant music made the time fly by. By the time the bill was handed to us, Jessica and I were giggling at the slightest thing and ready to head home. Some flirting later, it was determined that her home would be best, as mine was occupied by Greg.

To be honest, the conversation was a blur to me, along with the drive home. Kissing and touching, being close and intimate in the backseat of some cab left us both ready for the action.

I sobered up pretty quickly though once we made it to the bedroom and stripped down. To my personal horror, my foot was flat. It looked as though someone had run it over in a cartoon, leaving a crumpled sock looking thing that had five toes. My toes. Jessica came out of the bathroom before I could recover, and I had no excuses ready.

"I'm a skinsuit."

The words fell out of my mouth chaotically to Jessica's unasked question.

"A… what?"

I sighed, and sat down on her bed. Better than falling over, I figured, while I deflate.

"I'm a skinsuit. Like, one of those costumes you can put on and pretend to be someone else? Except, this is real. Some witch didn't like my attitude, called me a hollow asshole, and then I woke up in bed the next day completely deflated." I gestured to my feet, and the effect creeping up my legs.

"Well, you're clearly not deflated now, so what happened?"

"My roommate found me, and thought it was a joke or something weird I bought online. So as a joke, he put a sex doll inside of me and inflated it up." I rubbed my jaw. I hadn't been able to fully close my mouth for a week after that, but I wasn't about to tell Jessica that I looked ready to suck for that long.

"When I didn't show up for a while, he tidied up and undid his prank. Turns out having something human shaped in me gives me the ability to stand and act like a normal person, though actual people lasts longer."

"So...you have a sex doll in you now?"

"No! No no, I don't!" I blushed, finding it so strange to talk about this. "My roommate wears me to play video games. I guess he didn't wear me long enough today." At Jessica's confused look I explained. "The longer he wears me, the longer I can be...normal."

She nodded, and looked me over. Suddenly and without warning, she shoved me back onto the bed. I tried to struggle and sit back up, but I realized my legs were entirely deflated. She sat on my hips, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Maybe I'm drunker than I thought… but god…" she trailed off, before looking me in the eyes. "This is so hot." She poked me chest, leaving a divot. Damnit, I was deflating faster than usual, she must be pushing the air out of me. Or was it the alcohol that made me change back so quickly.

"I want to wear you." She didn't hesitate and her voice didn't waver. She stated it like a fact, no, like a command to be worn. I shuddered, acutely aware of how little mobility I had left. Just my head and my arms remained under my power. "Are you...sure?"

Jessica nodded, and licked her lips. "Yes. Are you ok with that?"

Now, up until now I'd only been used to being in women, not having them inside me in any manner. But, here was my stunning redhead girlfriend looking at me with a hungry grin. Apparently, unknowingly, I'd tapped into a secret passion of hers. I nodded, and she leaned in to kiss me, flattening me the rest of the way in the process.

It's a strange feeling, being nothing more than a hollow skinsuit. My entire being is as thin as paper, folded and crumpled against itself in odd ways. Body parts touched in ways that were nauseating to get used to, your gaze is bent and skewed as your face deforms. The worst part for me was the loss of control. Every micromovement my body made, every breath and heartbeat were all gone. Instead I was forced to perfect stillness and silence, feeling but unmoving.

All this contemplation and self reflection occurred while Jessica mental prepared herself to put me on. Other than the sex doll, my roommate had been my sole occupant so far, and that was a strictly functional arrangement. This was definitely different. The way she stroked my body was sensual, almost reverent in her touch.

"This has always been a fantasy of mine." The blush in her voice was evident, even though I couldn't see her cheeks myself. I revelled in her fingers stroking me, flattening out the strange folds as though I were a piece of clothing.

"One of those fantasies where you assume it will never happen. It's impossible after all, so why tell your lover that you're into the idea of wearing people. But here you are, like a dream come true." There was a pause, and she picked me up, clutching me to her chest. "Thank you, thank you."

I wanted to reply, but I was powerless until I was worn. At least then I could speak, though not much more. Fortunately, it seemed like she wasn't going to waste time putting me on. She bunched up my body like a giant stocking, squishing all my cool skin against each other. It's a strange feeling, having your feet mere inches from your mouth, and even though Greg put me on the same way I still hadn't gotten used to it. Then came Jessica's foot into my mouth, pushing past the rubbery teeth and tongue and straight down my throat. It was quickly joined by it's matching pair, stretching my mouth and throat obscenely around them.

They found their place in my feet, and despite our size differences she was able to wiggle her toes - my toes - successfully. My view was limited to the back side of her legs, though I could hear her own squeals of glee. She hurriedly stood and pulled me up her length, dragging my neck like a tube top along her legs and over her hips. Suddenly, Jessica found herself with the lower half of a man.

With my top half - including my head - scrunched up around her waist unceremoniously, I could feel her get up and walk around.  "Oh, wow…" I could feel her small, smooth fingers trace over the hairs of my legs. She must have been in the bathroom or something, looking at herself in the mirror. Her fingers flirted with the idea of touching my privates but she held off from the temptation. Honestly, I didn't know how far her fantasies went, but I didn't know if I wanted Jessica to cross that line. After all, the witch that had cursed me warned not to fool around, 'or else'.

Apparently the show was over. Having the lower half of a man was fun and all, but I knew she wanted to go all the way. Her chest magically flattened under my own hairy chest, and despite all the groping she could manage, her boobs were nowhere to be found.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled. “You weren’t kidding.” I knew it would be the last time I would hear her voice for a while, and I braced for the next step. My face was stretched and distorted as she tugged at it, my vision skewing and turning nauseatingly bizarre until finally, she was finished and my face rested atop her own. I could feel my skin tightening, magically adhering to and replacing hers while shaping her bones and other facial structures to match mine.

I could see we were in front of a mirror, and that she was still holding onto the rod between my legs. Her legs too now, I supposed, along with it being her rod. I decided to remain silent, and let her have her fun. It was too much to imagine my girlfriend - my curvy, busty, redheaded girlfriend - was now hidden away inside of my skin. It felt… well, it felt hot, to put it bluntly. Whenever Greg wore me, we tried to avoid any sexual feelings, despite our naked bodies technically touching intimately. But with Jessica, I let myself feel those emotions and enjoy them. I could tell she was also feeling them, the way her motions sped up.

“Oh god…” I heard my voice call out, my lips moving on their own. “Oh!” My spare hand went to my throat. “I sound… just like you!” I’d nod if I could, but I can’t move. “This is so freaky…” The grin in the mirror showed how much Jessica loved what was happening, and the speed she was moving her hand between my legs was only more confirmation. “This is going to be so much fun…”

===

It was so much fun. I had never done anything like that before, and frankly, I never wanted to go without it again. Jessica was of much the same mind, and we were about to have a second round of fun, when it happened.

That curse from the witch? The warning not to be intimate while being worn? We had forgotten about that, or potentially not cared in our fevered lust. Bolts of magic shot through us both, doubling us over so we collapsed on the bed. My chest - and by extension, Jessica’s chest - felt like it was on fire, and she clutched at it with my hands. Except, my hands were different than usual. Slender, petite, and delicate, as though they were…

Feminine.

The long painted bright red nails gave it away, but it was the little details too. The lack of hair on my fingers, the overall shape being slimmer. It made me worried about what might be coming up. My chest still burned, and Jessica still held tight to it. Though her grip changed and shifted as the next change happened. My hairy chest gave way to large, soft, hairless orbs. Soft bouncing globes of flesh that filled and overflowed our fingers.

The changes rippled out from there, my tummy tucking in and losing what little curve it had, while my hips and ass swelled out to ridiculous proportions. At least, they felt ridiculous to me. The changes weren’t exactly satisfying, but I did enjoy how Jessica managed to hold onto both my breasts - a fruitless struggle, given their ample watermelon-esque size - and my newly formed feminine slit between my thighs, leaving a tint of pleasure through the discomfort.

I’m sure other parts of me were changing right then as well, though my attention was captivated by the stand out features that had taken their places. Finally though, the wave had passed, and, wiping a newly lengthened blonde hair from my face, Jessica stood and looked in the mirror again.

“Woah…”

“Woah is right…” I agreed silently as I was too stunned to speak, and she touched her throat.

“We sound different,” Jessica trailed off. “I wonder…” She teased her finger into her mouth and with a delicate touch removed the edge of my mouth from her own. She let the pliable surface of my skin snap back to her own. “Good, we didn’t merge or something weird.” She looked us up and down, and I took the opportunity to do the same.

We - or I, I supposed - were a stunner. As though we had stepped off the page of a fashion magazine, our body looked pristine to the peak of feminine beauty. I could recognize it as my own, at least from my similar eyes. It felt like if my twin sister was a supermodel, except I was her. The whole thing was strange and unusual, but I couldn’t deny that the girl in the mirror was turning me on. I felt a hand reach down between my legs.

“You know, I can feel you get horny, and it’s different than myself getting horny. But then it makes me horny and…” Jessica trailed off, and I willed her to keep going, to keep touching in my private place. It felt too good to ignore. “And god, I’m just so turned on by looking at us in the mirror. Oh, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

As she got to work again, I wondered for a brief moment if she would take me off ever, or if I was fated to just be worn for the rest of my life. Quickly though, as the pleasure began to mount, I realized I simply didn’t care.