Michael was annoyed with his sister, Molly. "You got to come!" he cajoled her. "You got an invitation as well," he waved the paper that was an invitation to this year's After School Magic Club Halloween Macabre event.

"Pass!" Molly told him, not caring about his efforts to get her to dress up and come to that orgy and self-performance event. "I'm not going to go parading about when I have better things to do that night."

"Oh, come on!" Michael objected, "You're invited! You know you want to come yourself."

Molly sighed. "No!"

Michael knew the battle was lost for now. But they had time before the event.

He asked her over the rest of the month, but she refused again and again. He really wanted her to come with him, but no amount of logic could convince her. However, during one such pestering, Molly finally snapped back at him. "Well, if you're so desperate for me to go, why don't you be me?" she asked in anger.

"Be you?" he asked back.

"You know, dress up, sex change whatever works," she replied.

"I could wear you like a skinsuit," Michael suggested.

"You know what? Sure, I can magic up a copy of me for you to wear, and you can go," Molly told him. "But if you're going to wear my body, you'll wear what I tell you." Michael considered this, but in the end, the logic was simple. If he could put her on, he could take her off again, which honestly wasn't the worst that could happen.

"Deal," he said, and offered her a hand to shake. She took it, and the deal was struck.

In the hours before the event begin, Michael found a box outside his bedroom door. There was note on the outside of it. "Wear this," it said, written in his sister's hand. He opened it in his room, and there was a skinsuit of his sister there, nude and unblemished. He didn't think of her in that way, finding the thought disgusting, but he had a few ideas about what he could do while pretending to be her that would come back to her later. Inside the box was also the costume, or what pretended to be one. A blue plaid skirt that was only a few inches long, and a white shirt that had no front, but long sides that could be tied together.

He got dressed, noting that she was taller than him, and that didn't mean much as he closed up the suit and smoothed out the wrinkles before putting on the clothes. "I'm leaving!" he said in her voice.

She replied. "Bye!"

He arrived, presented the ticket, and waited through the introduction event before joining the mingling throngs of people out and about.

Nothing immediately drew his attention, but the costumes were all that he had dreamed of in terms of skill and eroticism. She lost track of time, but she regained that sense when she felt a stranger drape their arm over their shoulder. "What's up?" she was asked.

"Oh!" Michael looked down and saw that the woman behind him - her - was groping her right breast, and Michael put one of his hands over it to squeeze. "We haven't met before?"

"Nope!" another woman bounced in front of him, dressed like he was, save for a red skirt to her blue. "I'm Judy, this is Holly. And you are?"

"Molly!" Michael laughed at the deception. "Can I sex one of you up?" he asked. "I got separated from my group, you see," he lied. No group. Just him.

"You don't need to explain yourself," Judy replied as she got to her knees, the woman - Holly - behind him keeping her standing as Judy put her lips to Molly's pussy and started to lick, kiss and play with it.

"Mmmm!" Michael hummed with her throat. "Oh, that's good!"

"Come here often?" Holly whispered in her ear, her hands working on Molly's chest as Judy worked her clit.

"FIR-st ti-ME!" Michael responded, her voice jumping as she tensed.

"Hey Judy! We got a virgin here!" Holly looked down at her friend, who gave a thumbs up in response. "Well," she whispered close into Molly's ear, quiet and sultry, "how about we take you for a ride? You pick one of us, and do what you want to her and then the other one will return the favor?"

"YES!" Molly orgasmed, leaving Judy's face wet. "AH! Ah. Yes? What did I just...?"

"No time!" Judy rose to her feet, "We gotta get you done!"

"Wait? What?" Michael tried to argue. "What are you doing?!?"

"We're taking you for some fun!" Judy told him as she pushed open a door and entered into the class-sized room, filled with many many props and toys. "Oooh! Options!"

Michael looked around as the two women did so as well, each moving in their own ways while he stood there. "Don't forget the deal!" Holly called out as she examined a noose hanging from the ceiling. "You do something to one of us, and the other will then do something to you!"

The thrill in his loins was more than sexual. There were props for a dozen different performances here, and he had two - one willing volunteer. Then he would have to... submit himself. Herself.

But oddly enough, the decision about which woman to use was easy. Judy had already given him head, so she would... yes. Then Holly. He didn't know what she was capable of, but it had to be fun, right? "Hey Judy!" he called out.

"Yes Molly?" she replied, looking up from a long table, more like a grid of metal, above it a forest of spikes hanging down, ready to go through the gaps and whatever was between them. "You found something?"

Michael approached her, and with a smile and one hand, pushed Judy onto the table. "This is for you," he said, seeing Holly come up as well. "You were looking at it, so why not try it?"

Judy grinned at him, and obligingly laid herself out on the table, presenting her body to the spikes above. She saw the look Michael was giving her, and her body. "Like what you see?" she asked as she adjusted herself a bit.

"I hope so!" Holly said. "Was it you or me that had problems in our first year here?"

"Don't care!" Judy said. "So, for the first half of the popping of your cherry is to do something to me!" Judy looked upward at the spikes above. "All you have to do is release the latch!"

Michael's hands moved on their own, reaching down to the side of the bed upon which Judy lay. Fingers found a switch. And flicked it.

The spikes dropped, slamming into Judy, who embraced it with no words, just a grin. Micheal blinked at the suddenness of it all, and after a moment to still his heart, looked down into the bag between the spikes and the base. It was dark, but he could see Judy in there, pierced and perforated by the spikes. "Are you ok?" he asked, and Judy gave a thumbs-up. Curious, he reached into the space between the spikes, and found Judy and her body, still warm, still breathing. He touched her sides where the spikes entered her, and was able to feel the metal. He pulled out, and then reached in towards Judy's head, and found a spike going into her mouth and into each of her eyes, yet she was perfectly fine otherwise.

"Ok missy," Holly put her hand on Michael's shoulder. "You've had your fun, now it's time for the other side of things," she said. "You know how to get back, right?"

Michael nodded, "I just will it, or I lose consciousness," he said.

"Excellent! So, I found a nice thing that I haven't seen in a while, and decided you would be right for it?"

Fear spiked in his heart. "What is it?" he asked.

"A laster table!" Holly told him with happiness. "I think it started as a cabinet where the assistant on the inside got lasers up, but this version is open and more fun! This one has a manual laser though, not an automatic one."

"What does that mean?" Michael had an idea, but needed confirmation.

"It means that someone has to do the cutting, rather than letting a machine do it," she informed Michael, confirming his thoughts. "And here we go!"

"Not gonna get Judy back?" Michael asked.

"Nah! We have an arrangement," Holly told him. "Now lay down."

Micheal took a deep breath and looked at the sideless table that was at knee height. It was circular in shape, and in a pocket was a pair of silver pens, each tipped with a red LED. He climbed up onto the table, crawling on all fours until he reached the middle, sitting on folded legs and faced Holly. "So, now what?" he asked.

"Lay down," she repeated, a pen-light in her hand as she flipped it over and over.

"Sure," he agreed, and did just that, laying down like he was in bed, with hands folded over her chest, and legs crossed at the ankles.

"Excellent!" Holly proclaimed, and held the light source over Michael's waist. She turned on the light, and he felt a burning sensation at his waist!

"Ah!" he yelled in his sister's voice. "That hurts!"

"Don't worry!" Holly told him, moving the light and the burning across him, "that's something that happens tonight."

He grimaced, but waited for her to finish, forcing himself to endure. It would be worth it.

The pain ended, and his breath returned to normal. "Wow," he said. "That hurt, but in a good way, you know?"

Holly nodded in understanding. "Here," she said. "let me help you up," she reached out over the table and lifted Michael up by the shoulders, allowing him to see his sister's lower body still laying there, smooth skin over the waist, and not something more disgusting.

"What do we have here?" a familiar voice called out, and both Holly and Molly turned to look at the new arrival. Two men, dressed as masked killers, their masks bloody, stood side by side.

"Hey there!" Holly waved. "I'm just cutting up my friend with a laser," she told them. "I'm Holly, this is Molly."

"Hi!" Michael waved.

"We're Dick and Duke," the man on the left said, causing Michael to think he recognized them. "They're nicknames," he clarified as he opened his jacket and pulled out a hand axe, which he played with. "We were looking for our girlfriends, and we think they got lost. You haven't seen any damsels running through the woods have you?"

"No," Michael said.

"No," Holly agreed. "But if you want, we can substitute for a few minutes!"

"What?" Michael looked at her, shocked.

"Hey, don't worry about it!" Holly said before turning back to the two men. "Sorry about that, it's Molly's first time. She's not used to how things work around here. What do you say?"

The two men shares whispers that couldn't be heard under their masks. "Two unattended, sexually active women?" Dick asked. "Sure." The two men approached, and Michael wondered what was going to happen now. Duke walked right up to Holly, and pulled her to the side, away from here Michael was upright, while Dick went and grabbed Molly's legs, pulling them to the edge of the low table.

A sound caught his attention as he saw Holly bent over the table, being fucked by Duke. Then he looked back as Dick opened up his pants and forced himself into Molly. "EEE!" he covered his hands as he felt that, unable to stop either encounter from happening.

He looked to Holly for some sort of guidance, but she only gave a thumbs up as Duke pulled out a long knife and started cutting her throat, opening up her veins to pour forth their contents and causing her body to convulse. In horrified fascination, he forgot about his own violation as he watched Duke finish cutting off her head, and then pull out of her ass, still erect. He then used Holly's head instead, blowing his load after a few thrusts. "Damn that was good stuff," he said as he finished spraying over her face. "You done, Dick?"

"Yeah!" Dick said as he finished with Molly's lower half. Michael could still feel it, but it wasn't intense like he expected it. "She's cut up though, so she didn't really act," he said as he left his pants down.

"Hey!" Michael objected. "Don't blame me!"

"I ain't," Dick assured her as he picked the axe off the table where he put it. This he swung into Molly's wet pussy, causing Michael to bite back the pain. The axe was pulled out, leaving behind the bloody mess and he approached Micheal properly.

"No! No!" she held out her arms to keep him away, but Duke restrained her, leaving her helpless as Dick came up to her, axe in hand. He grabbed one of her breasts roughly. "No!"

"What did you expect when you invited a pair of murderers to have fun with you?" Dick took his axe, and raised it over his head, causing Michael to look up in horror. "But first.." he pulled aside his mask, and Michael saw his own face, and things clicked into place.

Just as he was Molly, Molly was him!

Dick put the mask back, and then brought the axe down onto Molly's head. She was conscious long enough to feel her neck crack, then nothing.