"I say we wait for school. We should start off small, since we don't really know how to use the pens yet."
Heather looks at you and nods affirmatively, "Good idea, let me get out of this."
Rolling her shirt up, she lets it fall limply to the floor, soon followed by her bra. She throws her hair back, her breasts bouncing naturally as she peels the skin at the back of her neck forward, shutting her eyes, as the skin folds move forward, her facial expression relax as she loses the ability to make them. Jimmy reveals his head as he lets Heather's hang over his breasts.
"Phew! This is some really heavy stuff man." He says, imitating the movements of wiping sweat from his brow. "It's really weird having her body with my head."
"Yeah, looks weird too." You both start laughing. He unbuttons his pants and shakes them off, then pulling down his panties. You look away for a moment, feeling like you're invading Heather's privacy, Jimmy notices this and grins. A few seconds later, you hear Heather's voice say something to you.
"David, look at me.."
Glancing over with your eyes, you notice that Jimmy put Heather's face back on and is striking a sexy pose. You cover your face with your hand as you try your hardest not to burst into a nosebleed. She slowly walks over to you and pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you.
"Jimmy, stop. Stop!" You shove her off of you as she bursts into hysterics. "That is not fucking funny, man!"
After a minute of shaking in laughter, Heather sighs and peels her face off, quickly following with the rest of her body, revealing the disturbing sight of Jimmy's naked body, complete with erection and all.
"God, Jimmy, put your clothes back on." You shut your eyes and try to force the image out of your mind.
"What? Afraid to meet Mr. Johnson here?" He laughs and pulls his boxers on, followed by his pants.
"You're so gay, dude." You say, peeking to make sure he's at least got his underwear on. Relieved, you open your eyes fully.
"Honestly, if we're gonna' be turning people into skins and wearing them, we're gonna' be seeing each other naked a lot more regularly." He states.
Thinking for a moment, you realize this is actually true and reply with a simple shrug. The two of you get up, grabbing the pens and putting them into their box. Putting Heather on the bed, you zip her up and leave her to re-inflate.
The next day, you're talking to Jimmy as you get off the bus. The two of you walk towards the main entrance.
"Dude, you brought the pens, right?" You ask.
"Of course I did." He presents the black one, before shoving it back into his pocket.
"Alright, I'm thinking we could lure someone alone at recess or maybe at the end of school." You mutter.
Jimmy looks at you and smirks, "You bozo, you're horrible at making plans. Hell, we could zap someone right now."
The two of you arrive in the hallway, walking up to your lockers, you retrieve your things before meeting up in the Boy's Locker room.
"Alright, here's the plan," Jimmy says,"We're gonna' go into the Staff room and ask for Ms. Martinez, take her to an empty classroom and boom! We zap 'er."
"Yeah that's sounds perfect, why would she follow us and what classroom is gonna' be empty now? It's like eight o'clock!"
"Trust me on this, pal." Jimmy nods and the two of you walk to the teacher's lounge. Knocking on an already open door, Mr. Porter, your gym teacher, looks up from his desk at you.
"What do you two want?" He practically spits, he pretty much hates everyone.
"We need Ms. Martinez to help us with something. Do you know where she is?" Jimmy replies.
Mr. Porter stops for a moment and looks absently into the air, drooling with admiration at the thought of Ms. Martinez. Snappign out of it suddenly, he shakes his head and looks at Jimmy.
"Yeah, she's in the counselor's office with some other kid." He says.
"Thanks." Jimmy says, and the two of you disappear before he can even look up from his crossword puzzle.
"Yeah yeah." He says, looking up, "Whate-... Jimmy? Freakin' kids."
Arriving at the door to the counselor's, you can see two figures inside through the frosted glass. "Counselor's Office" clearly painted on in large black letters.
Jimmy pulls out the pen and looks at you, you nod back at him. Opening the door, you two walk in simultaneously.
"You should re-.. Excuse me? Don't you know how to knock?" Ms. Martinez says quickly in a thick Latin accent, looking up at you two with a frown.
The girl sitting closer to you is a girl about a year above you named Ashley White, she's well known for her position as the editor of the school's newspaper. Consistently pressured by the school's popular clique to either add in or leave out minor details in the paper's rather scandalous articles, she's usually seeking guidance from Ms. Martinez, who also works as the Guidance Counseler. You briefly glance as her face as she looks back at you two. Wearing glasses with thick black frames, her hair, long and brown, flows over her shoulders and back. underneath is a loose plaid cotton shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She wiggles her feet continuously as a sign of her generally uncomfortable state. Overall, she's a pretty girl, but she's nothing compared to Ms. Martinez.
Ms. Martinez, first name Julia, middle name every guy in highschool's wet dream. She wears a small black jacket with a white cotton shirt underneath, a black pencil skirt that reveals above her knee, brandishing her lovely thighs. Long black curls flow down over her shoulders, she wears red lipstick to accent her already luscious lips. She bats her eyelids at you, before clearing her throat to stop your staring.
"Would you like to tell me what you're doing here or shall I just give you both detention?" She says, irritated.
"Yeah," Jimmy suddenly points out the window a surprised expression on his face, "Holy shit, look out!"
The two girls are gullible enough to look towards the window, when Jimmy quickly zaps both of them with the black pen. Looking to you, Jimmy shrugs.
"That was easy." You say, walking up to the two skins now draped across the chairs.
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