You decided to wait for Susanne for a few reasons. Once she was finished her laps there really shouldn't be anyone around, so it would be just you and her out here; Much more private. Using the pen on Milla ran the risk of Susanne walking in on you slipping into her friends skin; Not exactly something you could explain your way out of. The other big reason had been the vision of Susanne you'd had in the classroom. It was so captivating, you just couldn't get the thought out of your mind, her leaning over, breathing in your ear, running her hands all over your body... that alone was enough to get you going. But the thought of slipping your hands into hers, of running with her legs, of feeling her breasts on your chest, now that was even more exciting. You could feel your erection rising just thinking about it.
The next hour was the longest of your life. Time seemed to crawl, as the tension grew in your mind. Every now and then you would peek over to see if Susanne was still running laps, and every time she would be. She must be exhausted by now, you mused, as you watched her go for another round. She wasn't captain of the girls football team for nothing with that stamina. You sat on the grass surrounded by trees and just waited. Going through your social medias you could see that your classmates would be having a party on the weekend, and there was the usual gossip and news articles. It all seemed so boring compared to what you were going to do. Although, you supposed that compared to being kidnapped and given a magical pen that could turn people into wearable skinsuits, really anything wouldn't be as interesting. You held the pen in your hands as you thought. It looked so nondescript. Just like an ordinary pen really. Would it really work like you were told? Maybe this was all nonsense you thought. You could feel yourself starting to lose interest, it was such a ridiculous notion after all. You figured you'd just head home for the day and forget this whole business altogether. Well, after one last check that was. Glancing down at the football field, you could see Susanne begin to walk towards the changing rooms. But that meant that she was done! At once, your heart jumped into overdrive again, this would be your chance to see if the pen worked after all.
Once you confirmed Susanne had headed inside, you ran out of the forest, towards the changing rooms. As you grew closer the shape of the building became more distinct. The changing rooms were divided into a section on the left for boys, and on the right for girls. In the center were separate toilets for boys and girls that weren't part of the changing rooms themselves, so that spectators could still use the toilets if a game was on. That was where you headed. You'd heard rumors from some of the boys that in this separate toilet area, in one of the stalls, there was a piece of wall that had chipped out over time, that now served as a little crack through which any person or pervert could see a little ways into the girls changing rooms. Of course, not ordinarily being a pervert yourself, you'd never checked, but now seemed like the perfect time to find out. If you could get Susanne with the pen through that tiny hole, you could see if the pen really worked, without having to risk her seeing you. And even if it didn't work and the pen was all just nonsense, you'd be able to slip away unnoticed, having maybe seen something risque for your troubles. It was so perfectly convenient, you had to try it. Making sure to move slowly into the toilets so as not to alert Susanne to the sound of your footsteps, you opened the stalls and began checking for this little hole. On the third stall, you found it.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Now to find out if you could even see her through it. Squatting down, you slowly moved your face towards the peephole. Pressing your eye up to it, you couldn't make anything out, and then you saw her! Susanne was reaching down and pulling off her football jersey, revealing her perky and perfectly formed b-cup breasts underneath, bound in a black sports bra. Her body was shiny with sweat and it was clear she'd really ran herself well in training. Now was time for the moment of truth, you thought. You pushed the pen a little ways into the hole and angled it towards her. Unsure of what would happen next, you gulped and activated the pen. At first, nothing happened. But then, you saw Susanne raise her hand to her face as it deflated, and weakly whispered "what..", as the deflation spread and her body lost it's shape.
You pulled back from the peephole. It had worked! It had really worked! You couldn't believe it as you strode into the girls changing rooms, but rounding the corner lay Susanne, nothing more than a pile of skin surrounded by her clothes, her blonde hair messy about her head. You lifted her skinsuit up to you face. Getting close and really examining it. It was so surreal seeing her like this, but the warm touch of her body confirmed that it was real, living skin in your hands. You moved her around, feeling her skin, still sweaty from her run. Your erection was huge in your pants as you brought her close to you and breathed in her scent, your nose filling with the sour yet still sweet aroma of her sweaty, exercised body. You quickly tore your own clothes off so you could feel more of her, giving her armpit an experimental lick as you enjoyed her salty taste. You remembered being told at the beginning you could enter through an orifice, or make an opening your self, and not wanting to risk stretching her out too much you tried tearing open her back.
After a bit of a tug, her back opened up, white goopy sinews parting with a feeling like tearing apart playdough and revealing a dark pink interior. Reaching in you found that interior was similarly wet, warm and slick, a strange slime coating her vacant insides. You tried closing the seam again just to make sure it was okay and saw the white sinews almost move like they were alive and begin to rejoin, forming perfect flesh once again. You couldn't wait any longer. You had to know what it felt like to slip inside, to be Susanne, to have her stolen smile on your lips as you talked with her voice, ran with her legs, fucked with her pussy...
You used the changing room benches for support as you tore open her back again and worked both your legs inside at once. The flesh almost greedily attached itself to you, a tightness descending on your legs and a pleasant sensation as that tightness molded her legs to you. Soon you were standing using her legs, and were amazed to feel a used, pleasing tiredness in them; the same pleasant feeling you get after a good training session. Well, you supposed you had just had a good training session. You were the captain of the girls football team after all. You got a huge, devilish grin thinking that, already thinking of yourself as Susanne. But you shouldn't think of yourself as her yet, you needed to at least see with her eyes first. You shoved you head into hers, feeling that same compression, and an intense feeling of pins and needles set in, with your vision going white. After it cleared, you were wearing her face! You felt around an unfamiliar mouth with your tongue, enjoying how strange her teeth felt. Speaking of strange, you could see your reflection in the mirror, Susanne's legs and face with her body deflated, hanging in front of your own, male body. "Well that just won't do!" You said, you voice coming out as Susanne's, a wicked smile spreading across her stolen lips, as you revelled in your impersonation of her. "I should at least have the carpet matching the drapes" You said, loving Susanne's voice leaving your mouth. With that, you started sealing up her back a little, bringing her vagina over your massively erect dick as her bigger ass came to yours, and rushing your hands inside hers as you did so.
For a moment, it seemed as though nothing was happening, and then the most intense pins and needles sensation began from the tops of your neck down to your sex, as the suit sealed itself at the back and tightened massively. You started moaning as sensation flooded your new form, your nipples immediately going erect as you came inside the skinsuit before the most incredible pressure yet forced Susanne's womb and vagina deep into your belly, replacing your internals with hers. You let out an agonizing moan of pleasure as you experienced a female orgasm so soon after experiencing a male one, and you collapsed to the floor, you worn out new body unable to handle such extreme pleasure. You lay there panting, soaked in the sweat from Susanne's run and from your own orgasm, freshly bound in a body entirely different from your regular.
After ten minutes had passed you got up shakily, enjoying the lower center of gravity and the slight jiggle from your tight new ass and the pert breasts you now wore on your chest. The changing rooms had a full length mirror in one corner, and you walked over easily, remarking how Susanne's strides seemed easier than your own, and enjoying the sensation of wearing a female form. Getting over there, you twirled in the mirror and made different faces, indulging in the thrill of seeing your expressions mirrored by such a cute girl, and knowing that you could make her do anything you wanted as long as you were burrowed in her flesh. You smelt her armpits, enjoying her sweet scent, only this time from inside. It was a reminder though, you probably should clean off your new body, wouldn't want to ruin Susanne's image. A grin took your stolen face again, the exciting prospect of a shower in this new body making your new pussy moisten. Then again, you could just head out now instead, maybe try on the sweaty clothes Susanne had just been wearing and enjoy them squelch against your new flesh..
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