Chapter #13The Devil Wears Gossamer by: Nostrum   You wake up once more, but if you were in Hell before, you’re at least one step closer to Heaven. This must be Purgatory, and you’re in an audience with God.
Or Goddess. You don’t know what Tessa Wright has that captivates you, but she’s quickly becoming your favorite wet dream.
You’re not bound anymore – you're on a seat, arguably in Tessa’s room, which looks more like the room of a suite than a master bedroom, and she’s leaving nothing to the imagination. Only a pink, translucent silk gossamer gown covers her, and her nipples and areola can be easily seen through them. Her hair is still on a tight bun with side bangs falling as cascades to her breasts, but they’ve taken on a twist that reminds you of elegant princesses’ hairstyles.
“Good afternoon, David.” The voice coming from her thin lips feels soothing. “I would ask if you slept well, but even I don’t know what happens to the people turned into skins. I apologize for that, but I must exercise some security.”
“I get you,” you tell her, still groggy. “It’s like you immediately go to sleep, but without dreams.”
“Almost like death, then.” Though still keeping a smooth tone, her response chills you to the bone. “Hopefully this will be the last time it happens, then.”
You feel like she’s demeaning you, but you have no desire to resist. You want answers, however. “Why did you do that?”
“I told you already. The plan was for Trevor to take over my daughter Ashley’s life, but you ruined it for him. The scales must be balanced – you turned him into skin and wore my daughter, thus I found fitting that you suffered the same fate. You didn’t kill him, so I didn’t kill you. And you were so eager to embrace womanhood that I gave this to you – while allowing my dear Ashley to get her revenge on you.”
“Then why not leave me like that?”
Tessa chuckles, and it feels like cherubs are laughing with her – though you’re unsure if they’re mocking you. “Did you really enjoy being an older woman? I could arrange that. But I wasn’t going to leave you inside that walrus for long – you stole one week of Ashley’s life from her rightful owner, I stole one week of your life in exchange. Fair, isn’t it?”
“And what happened with my family while I was gone?”
She snickers, and the world feels like it’s gone dark. “Who said that you were gone, David?”
So it’s true, you reckon. She replaced me somehow.
“I won’t say how, but right now, Paul and Marie Anderson are living a comfortable life with all their kids. Christina, Nicholas, David Gregory, and Claire.”
You sniff, feeling your heart ache. “So, they’re not missing me.”
“They are not. Perhaps it is only you who misses them.”
“What do you want from me, then?”
She beckons you to approach. The darkness around her is gone, and only gentleness surrounds her. “Come, David. I have a proposal for you.”
You sit beside her, and she throws her arm around your waist. Her skin is soft and smooth, almost impossible for someone her age. She leaps into your legs and embraces you, and the scent of her perfume and her lovely green eyes hypnotizes you. “I value a witty person, someone who can adapt to circumstances very quickly. Like I said, I had to punish you for what you did to my daughter.”
“But you’re giving her to somebody else.”
“I am correcting a mistake that shouldn’t have happened. Ashley never learned to stay silent. Her grievance ruined a man’s life, while she lived comfortably. For fifteen years, Trevor suffered from an unjust punishment. A slap in the wrist was fine – jail, registration as a sex offender and a ruined life was not. And my daughter never showed remorse for it. Thus, I corrected that slight. I believe Trevor will be a finer daughter than Ashley ever was – and if he doesn’t, then maybe the thought of having her life stolen will fix her instead.”
You shiver as how she can speak of her own daughter in such a way. “You’re evil.”
“And you are a hypocrite.” She leaves your side, standing tall before you. “Rather than save her, you used her body, defiled her with her own fingers, and almost ruin her career. Unlike with Trevor, she did nothing to you. You, David, are a hypocrite, claiming moral superiority when you did something just as worse. I don’t think anyone will register you as a sex offender because of what you did to her, do you?”
She’s got you there. It’s as if she could read you like a book, calling out all your sins. But she just snickers and presses her dainty hands on your shoulders. “We are all sinners, David. I cannot call myself a fair judge, but I believe in karmic retribution. I also believe in second chances. You have paid your debt with karma; now, you deserve a second chance.”
Her words puzzle you. A second chance? For what? “What second chance you’re talking about?”
She laughs and reclaims her seat atop your legs. “David! What else? You have experienced the joy of womanhood in the little time my daughter graciously taught you. She isn’t yours, and wasn’t meant to, but I feel you’d enjoy a life as a sexy young woman.”
“I think I’d prefer being with my family.”
She gives you a knowing look, making you perish the thought. “Right. Being the third in a family of four siblings, knowing the ambrosia of womanhood but never being able to return to it. If I made you return, you’d be empty knowing that you could become anyone with the bodysuit device, but not being able to. You’d spend time in a college, pursuing an empty career – what were you trying to study, anyways?”
She’s hitting you with hard questions. “I dunno... Journalism, maybe. I’m in the school’s newspaper.”
“Seeking to uncover the truth. The Fourth Power. Yet, you may end up in obscurity, crushed by the corporate press that treats you like a cog in a machine.” She caresses your cheek, kissing you. “Or you could be something else. Something greater, David.”
“I’d be stealing a life, ma’am.”
“A life already settled, but still capable of being changed.” She straightens up, cozying closer, setting your head at breast level and hers atop you. “Think about Cassandra, my youngest. She had no direction in life – a blank slate, complete with blank attitude. I gave her to Quentin, another lost soul like hers. And now, my dear Cassandra has changed for the better. Have you seen her, David? Full of life. That is what I offer you. That is what I offer to you, David. A way to explore a different life and find yourself, helping your new life find itself in exchange.”
That’s a hell of a selling point. You’d still be stealing someone’s life, but rather than focusing on the negative, you focus on the positive. The alternative lifestyle, thoughts and personality that comes with that person’s life. You feel she must be a drug seller of sorts, because that sounds like the ultimate drug.
And like all drugs, they have side effects. “Sounds like you’re selling me a drug.”
“In a way. Being someone else can be very addictive – I don’t think I need to ask you, since you were planning to take over my dear Ashley after all.”
“I wasn’t...” You recognize the idea tempted you, but you were all for the experience. “I wasn’t wearing her at all times.”
“But you would have, in due time. And soon, you’ll have withdrawal symptoms. See any woman on the street, strutting her legs, and imagining, ‘I could be her’. And suffering slowly because of it. I offer you the opportunity of doing so.”
“And what’s the catch?”
“Well...” She looks at you hungrily, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ll have to work for me. Nothing too difficult. In fact, I think you’ll like it. But after a while... I think I’ll make a partnership with you.”
“Partnership?”
“It’ll be explained in due time, but I’ll give you a hint. How many of the devices – the pens – you know about?”
As you recall how many, you get the idea. “Three. Two black and one brown.”
“Which means there is more than one device. If you feel like exploring further, I may... lend you one of those. With the option of ownership, of course.”
“And what would be that kind of job?”
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Soon, she shoves you in her bed, and standing before you, she takes off her gown. She’s fully naked – just like you, you soon realize – and ready to pounce. Her breasts are perky and swollen, and though her waist is not perfectly smooth, it’s slim. And her ass... Oh God, her ass!
She’s ready to mount you and ride you like a mustang. And that’s when it’s all clear. “You want me to be a prostitute?”
“Such a callous word!” she says as she lays atop you, making your entire body shiver in excitement. “Think about it. I will deliver you great pleasure, and you will deliver me the same. I want you to enjoy and provide that same excitement to others. You, my dear, will provide happiness to needy men – and women, because I don’t discriminate.”
“So...” You still feel wary about the idea, but feeling her labia and her innards on your penis makes it fade slowly. “You want me to wear the skin of... well, a ‘happiness-provider’--”
“I like how it sounds, my dear.”
“--and sell that happiness to others?”
“It’s a bit more involved than that, but yes. It’ll come complete with a home and a salary – and you’ll be free to pursuit any other desires. Want to still be a journalist? I can arrange that.”
“I... I see...” You feel her kisses on your neck – her lips as stealthily plump as Ashley’s - and gasp. “W-what are you doing to me now, ma’am?”
“This?” She stands atop you, grinning. “This is the entrance bonus. You’re cute, David. Almost too cute to become a woman. And nobody else has had this opportunity in a while, darling. So... how about you let those fears go away...”
She breathes on your ear, moaning in pleasure. “...and unleash that beast within?”  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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