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"Please see me in my office after school," the email read simply. Yuan
pondered the vague and unprompted meeting request from the principal most
of the day but had not come up with any ideas what it might be about. He
already made and submitted a report on the fainting situation recently,
so it probably was not that. They were not due for another staff
evaluation for another few months as well.
It had only been a few days since the student health surveys had come in
and Yuan had only gone through about half the stack. While there were
some potentially useful Gifts among the students he had not known about,
he had not encountered any Gifts that inspired any solutions to his
present plight.
Yuan was a war orphan who grew up on the streets of the Conquered Capital
prior to his Gift, Skin Ability, manifesting on his eighteenth birthday.
Using his ability to turn people into skinsuits that, when worn,
transformed the wearer into the original person, complete with memories,
mannerisms and skills (Gifts included), Yuan and his small gang of
teenage boys highjacked new lives in the affluent New City. Yuan wore
Caetlyn Portland, the bombshell school nurse for the New City's more
esteemed high school, while his gang wore various other students and
teachers. Making full use of his ability and its quirks, Yuan and his
gang enjoyed many a sexual adventure with the various students and staff,
making use of other Gifts to cover their victims' memories and pass the
memory gaps off as fainting spells. Unfortunately the frequency of these
fainting spells have attracted unwanted attention from parents and school
administrators, but greedily, as if suddenly gaining access to unlimited
water after a lifetime spent living in a desert, Yuan and his crew did
not want to stop unless there was no other way...
Yuan tucked one of Caetlyn's long brown bang behind his ear as he strode
deliberately through the rapidly emptying halls of the school following
the last bell. Arriving in front of the principal's office, Yuan knocked
on the door and a commanding woman's voice bid him enter. Principal
Ambur Freunt looked good for a mother of two in her mid forties. She had
the most striking emerald eyes that stood out brilliantly from her bronze
skin and dark brown almost black hair, which was neatly tied in a tight
bun. She wore a formal dress suit like always that clung to her wide
hips. She had a decent sized chest, but there was not much to see
bundled behind her blouse and blazer. She was neither particularly short
nor notably tall, but she had mastered all principals' ability to make
anyone else seem small when she wanted to be intimidating. Principal
Freunt smiled when she saw Yuan enter. Ever since the beginning of the
fainting spells, the older woman always seemed to make Yuan feel like it
was his fault there had not been any solutions or breakthroughs. Which
it technically was, and that made Yuan uncomfortable around the imposing
principal. Yuan's stomach turned involuntarily when he saw Kimburlee
Leone adorning one of the plush couches in the fancily furnished office.
She looked up at him expectantly as he entered, but remained silent.
Before Yuan could gather his wits though, Principal Freunt began.
"Thank you for coming by, Miss Portland. I know you must be busy with
all of these fainting cases plaguing our precious school," the Principal
started off. "Now, I don't know for certain if this is related, but..."
she paused for dramatic effect, seeming to watching Yuan squirm. "I have
certain evidence to suggest that certain individuals at this school may
not actually be who they claim to be."
The words hit Yuan like a punch to the gut. How? They had taken as many
precautions as they could. Even so, the scope of what Gifts are capable
of was constantly shrinking the realm of the impossible. Yuan cast a
nervous glance at Kimburlee and was surprised to see her calmly sipping a
cup of tea, as if she were unfazed by the revelation that someone outside
their gang suddenly and somehow knew their secret. When Kimburlee
glanced up at him with a sudden smile eerily similar to the Principals,
Yuan began to see just how wrong things had become. As he scrambled to
think of something to do in this situation, Principal Freunt spoke again.
"Miss Portland..." She paused again seeming to debate one last time in
her head what she planned to say. In that moment of lull, Yuan lunged.
As quickly as he could in his three inch heels, he dashed across the
room, keeping the coffee table between himself and Kimburlee, and reached
for the exposed skin of Principal Freunt's face. "Wha- Wai-!" was all
she had time to utter before Yuan's ability took effect. From the point
of contact, Principal Freunt's body rapidly deflated, as if all of her
insides were suddenly turned to air that then escaped from her various
orifices. Her clothes folded in on themselves as the body wearing them
did the same and in seconds, Yuan was holding the dark skin of the former
Principal in unsteady hands.
"Oh." The small voice jerked Yuan's attention to the ground next to the
Principal's chair. Sitting on the floor, hidden behind the large fancy
desk, a dark skinned female student looked up with bemused surprise at
him and the former Principal's remains. The girl's bright blue eyes
clashed with her brown complexion as she stared him through bangs of dark
brown hair with a hint of red in it, the rest of which hung loosely
ending just above her shoulders. Yuan found himself frozen in confusion.
Who was this student? What was she doing there of all places?
"I... wasn't done yet," as if to answer his mental questions, the girl
spoke again as she slowly crawled back a few feet before getting to her
feet and dusting herself off, talking while she did so. She was a little
short, but well curved in the right places. "As a warning, if you do
that to me, I have no idea what'll become of your friend in Mrs. Leone's
body. He's still in there, but yeah my Gift is... mind control. I was
controlling the Principal, too. So there. We're birds of a feather
forcing our way into lives that don't belong to us..." Despite claiming
Kimburlee and her wearer as insurance, the girl seemed less confident
than she had speaking through the Principal. Yuan was still processing
the situation, but seeing the girl fidget nervously, reminded him that he
was not powerless here, and that helped calm him down as well.
After a few second's contemplation, Yuan broke the silence. "So... what
do you actually want?" That was the most important question he could
think of. With the answer to that, he could figure out what to do from
there.
The girl blinked, but took a moment to compose herself before answering.
"I... I want to know more about you, and your group, first. And I think
we can come to a mutually beneficial relationship at worst."
"'At worst?'" Yuan repeated, raising an eyebrow behind Caetlyn's glasses.
Having decided that she was not threatening him, Yuan relaxed a bit,
sitting down on one of the couches to get more comfortable.
The girl took a breath, and Yuan just barely heard her whisper to
herself, "Well, I've gone this far, might as well go all the way..." She
looked up and Yuan saw a bit more resolve than there was before.
"My name is Linn. As I said, I can, uh... control other people.
Psychically, I suppose. I was taken from my family during the war
because of my Gift, but they decided I was... too scary and tried to
execute me when I was 7. So then... as you can tell I guess, I escaped.
I've used my power to live this far, but... I'm beginning to feel the
limits of what I can accomplish alone..." Linn trailed off.
It was a story that resonated with Yuan. He had been fortunate to have
escaped the orphanage with his gang, but they had encountered loners
before, even taking a few in, though only one had stayed. He was
confident he would have been dead in a ditch somewhere long ago if not
for his crew.
Linn was not finished yet. "And so I found myself here. A few days ago.
It's always easy to get in, got myself a uniform, floated around a bit,
but it's hard to actually, err... DO anything. Um.. I mean, even if I
make administrators enroll me, I don't have money, or... parents with
money. There'd be too many questions that I wouldn't be able to answer.
I can only mind control up to two people at once, and I overwrite them
during the time that I'm doing so, so it's not like I can read minds,
though I have gotten decently good at pretending to be others while
controlling them, but it doesn't hold up under scrutiny. And they go
back to their old self once I release them, with no memory of what I made
them do." Linn glanced at Kimburlee with a nod and snapped her fingers.
Kimburlee gave a start, blinking and looking around in confusion.
"My old friend, do you remember the name of the orphanage we left
together all those years ago?" Yuan probed carefully, making sure his
friend really was himself again inside the math teacher.
Kimburlee's eyes darted between Linn and Yuan before settling on the fake
nurse. "'St. Sewage's Orphanage for the Unwanted.'" She gave their
gang's not so loving pet name for the orphanage, confirming her identity
as Jeorge, Yuan's best friend. Yuan nodded his thanks to Linn who
shrugged.
"No point holding on to him if I want you to trust me."
"Quite true..." Yuan nodded. "For not having a formal education or
backing, you've done quite well for yourself. You don't speak or move
like a street rat. When we wear a skin, we gain access to the memories
and mannerisms of the person we're wearing." Yuan commented, moving over
to the principal's desk where the principal herself still lay in a pile
of clothes and skin on her chair.
"When you're livelihood depends on controlling people, you learn from
them pretty quickly. I've observed a lot of smart and high class people,
so I can talk like them, but it doesn't make me smart. I've learned that
the hard way."
Yuan had one last question for the time being. "How did you find us?"
It had been on his mind since the Principal had said her last full
sentence.
"Oh, that's an interesting one!" Linn perked up. "Normally I only need
to be close by to take control of someone - roughly 50 feet or so? By
chance, I tried to control Mrs. Leone once but found that I couldn't!
That was the first time something directly interfered with my Gift, and
it naturally caught my attention. After that I followed her until I
happened upon one of your... sessions... I'm... interested in those, too.
But anyway, I kept following her and finally saw her take off her skin at
home yesterday. As himself, I found I was able to take control of him."
Yuan threw a look that promised further words at Kimburlee who blushed
furiously and looked away.
"My guess," Linn continued, shifting her gaze to the hapless Kimburlee,
"is that I can't take control of anyone wearing one of your suits because
however they work, wearing one seems to... um... hide the presence... of the
inside wearer. So I can target the person you appear to be, but uh..
it's like I'd just be trying to control a puppet who's strings are
already in someone else's hands."
That was all Yuan was waiting to hear. Having already closed some of the
distance by approaching the desk, he lashed out suddenly with a hand
grabbing Linn's face and triggering his Gift. Her eyes widened in
surprise before growing hazily distant and finally closing as she lost
her internal form.
Whether it was the time he had spent borrowing her knowledge or her
intellect itself fusing with his own, Yuan had noticed himself capable of
and even naturally thinking more complexly when wearing Caetlyn than he
ever had on his own. Whatever the case, Yuan found himself carefully
analyzing Linn's story. As powerful a Gift as she had on paper, Yuan
could see its downsides - she could make anyone DO whatever she wanted,
but she could not make them think what she wanted, and after the fact,
they would not remember a thing. Her Gift would likely hurt rather than
help making friends in normal circumstances, and fear of being taken
control of was a very natural response to knowing what she could do.
However, the more he contemplated Linn and her situation, the more he
found he sympathized with the girl. Yuan had had to win back the trust
of his gang after discovering his power, which may not have happened at
all if they had not enjoyed such a strong bond to begin with. From that
angle, Yuan understood her loneliness.
It's also easy to imagine the damage she could do, though, whispered a
little voice in the back of Yuan's mind. Would accepting her for her
sake be worth the risk if she decided to turn on them? Yuan shook his
head, making Caetlyn's locks sway in his vision in front of her glasses.
That voice was his old self, the powerless street rat who had to suspect
everyone but his mates to survive. Things were different now. If Yuan's
skin ability could resist Linn's mind control, then Yuan was dangerous to
her, but only if he was her enemy. Unlike Linn's ability, Yuan could get
inside the heads of his victims. There was an easy way to find out if
she had any intention of stabbing them in the back.
As Yuan set aside Linn's skin and prepared to strip, Kimburlee chimed in
with a suggestion. "I'm still not entirely sure what is going on, but
are you sure it is safe to do that here? What if Principal Freunt were
to return?"
While the Principal herself was not a concern, being a skin herself,
Kimburlee did make a good point - they did not know how likely or
unlikely other visitors may be. Unlike the nurse's ward, the principal's
office did not have a 'The Nurse is Out' sign. There was a double-keyed
deadbolt, but finding Freunt's key could take longer than putting her on
and searching her memories. Yuan picked up Freunt's skin from the chair
as he explained what Kimburlee had missed while under Linn's control. As
circumstances would have it, Yuan and Kimburlee found themselves in a
bind. What should they do about Principal Freunt? Linn's Gift would
would already produce a hole in her memory, which, left alone, would
likely make her assume she was the latest victim of the recent fainting
spells. Who knew what she would do if she came to that conclusion? It
was not ideal, but Yuan had an idea.
"We need to get Tyhm into Freunt so he can fill in her memory," he
declared and Kimburlee nodded, picking up on his line of thought.
"You'll have to wear Freunt till we can get to him though, I need to be
home for Daev..." Kimburlee looked at her watch and grimaced. "Soon.
I'll watch the door, change quickly!" Yuan nodded and hastily resumed
stripping out of Caetlyn's nurse's uniform. He hoped that Principal
Freunt had some kind of bag or briefcase to store Linn's skin in. Unless
it was a big bag, he would have to leave her and Caetlyn's clothes here
till later as well.
Yuan tossed the last of Caetlyn's lingerie on top of the pile of her
clothes. He reached for Principal Freunt's skin but stopped as an idea
hit him. He grabbed Linn's brown skin instead and started putting her
on, starting from her legs as usual. If someone did show up, it might be
easier to use Linn's mind control to make them leave rather than forcing
Kimburlee to lie to stall. Plus wearing both would let him walk out with
both bodies without having to hide their skins - that space in whatever
bag Yuan hoped Principal Freunt had, could be then allocated to clothing.
It was not often that he donned the skin of someone smaller than his
current form, but fortunately he knew the skins could accommodate some
stretching during the dressing process and everything reshaped to the
right size as it synchronized. When Yuan finally managed to squeeze
Caetlyn's massive double Ds in behind Linn's bordline B-C cup breasts, he
noticed how different her light pink areola looked against Linn's dark
skin backdrop compared to Caetlyn's fair skin. It took a little more
effort than Yuan had hoped to squeeze into the smaller girl's skin,
Caetlyn's more blessed assets requiring some maneuvering to get inside,
but all in all, it took only a few minutes before Linn stood on her own
feet again, moving her limbs one at a time to make sure they were all
working correctly. Everything feeling in place, Yuan grabbed Principal
Freunt's skin next, not having time to wonder at the change in skin tone.
Principal Freunt was slightly darker than Linn.
"Three?" Kimburlee raised an eyebrow from in front of the closed office
door. "Will you be okay?"
"It won't be for long," Yuan assured his friend, musing at how Linn's
higher voice sounded like to her own ears. The memory dive began but
Yuan pushed it aside in his mind for now to continue working on dressing
in Principal Freunt's skin. Normally wearing multiple skins was reserved
to anyone wearing Tyhm, his ability to manipulate his own mind helped his
wearer block or funnel memories from multiple skins. As the one with the
Skin Ability Gift himself, Yuan had a bit more control personally in
dealing with memory dives as well, and he hoped that resistance plus his
already intimate familiarity with Caetlyn's mind would help prevent ...
things from going wrong... inside his head while wearing three skins at
once.
Putting Principal Freunt on over Linn was a more familiar process, the
older woman having a larger frame than the more petite Linn. Linn's legs
slipped into Freunt's easily and there was plenty of space in her
motherly derriere. In went Linn's arms and pulling Freunt's shoulders up
brought the rest of the principal's torso over her own. From their size
and weight, Yuan estimated that Principal Freunt had her own Cs, though
with a much larger band size than Linn. Last was the head, but Yuan
hesitated. He could still see Linn's memories dancing in the back of his
mind.
"Someone's coming down the hall," Kimburlee warned, her ability to
manipulate sound enhanced her hearing when she wanted to. The
principal's office was at the end of a dead end hall. There was a
janitor's closet to one side, but a small teacher's lounge to the other.
While it could be a janitor, or a teacher who may have forgotten
something in the lounge, the most likely circumstance was someone with
business with the principal.
There was no longer time to wait. Yuan would still need to dress the
principal in her clothes again before she was presentable. He felt the
trigger in Linn's mind for her Gift, similar to how his own had a mental
trigger, but he hoped to not have to use it. Stretching the opening left
in the principal's neck, Yuan took a deep breath and hastily stuffed
Linn's head inside. He sealed up the opening in her back and let the
suit do its magic. Breath came to him through another new set of
nostrils and he felt eyelids heavy with make up and mascara. He opened
Ambur Freunt's eyes to a world lacking red and green. His jaw dropped as
Yuan examined the office in an almost foreign light.
"What is- No, no time, Yuan! Get dressed!" Kimburlee snapped nervously
at the goggling naked woman. His mouth snapped shut and Yuan dug into
Ambur's clothing extracting underwear and quickly slipping it on, no time
to wonder at view through color blind eyes. Why did she have to dress so
conservatively? All these layers! He thought in frustration as he
buttoned up her blouse. A silhouette appeared in the translucent glass
window of the office door as Yuan shrugged into Ambur's blazer and a soft
knock accompanied his struggle with her neck scarf.
A quick look in a hand mirror showed Ambur's hair bun had become somewhat
disheveled but otherwise, she looked presentable. "Good enough," Yuan
muttered under his breath before raising Ambur's voice to reach their
intruder. "Come in." Kimburlee hastily scuttled back to the closest
couch and tried to look unassuming.
"Umm.. is Miss Portland here?" At the sight of the redhead peaking
around the door, Kimburlee and Yuan both let out a heavy sigh, slumping
in their seats as all the tension from moments ago evaporated.
"Miss Lister," Yuan breathed, "what in the world made you think I was
here?"
Aemii blinked. "Y-Yuan...?"
"Long story at this point." Yuan massaged the bridge of his nose. "Did
you need something?"
"Oh, uh. Just wondering about tonight, but if something happened, then
that's more important. Anything I can help with?"
"Not sure yet, maybe. Do you know if Tyhm's still around?" Kimburlee
answered. Yuan let Kimburlee handle catching Aemii up, and instead
opened himself up to Ambur's memories. He fast-forwarded through her
childhood, he needed more immediate information. Today's and tomorrow's
plans. There! Her son, Alecks would need an early dinner and help
preparing for his choir concert tonight. Ambur did not expect her son's
older sister, the moody rebellious high schooler that was Madalyne to
want to have anything to do with her dopey younger brother's concert. In
fact, the teenage girl had grown so difficult lately, Ambur's wife, Klair
would likely have to miss the concert to stay home and just to keep
Madalyne out of trouble. Huh... interesting family, Yuan mused. A part
of Linn's mind tickled his attention when Madalyne came up in Ambur's
memories, but he had to repress it for now. Fetching Ambur's purse bag
from the corner of the office, Yuan stuffed in Linn and Caetlyn's clothes
as well as a few documents Ambur would need over the weekend.
"If Tyhm's not around, then he'll have to wait till later, when we can
coordinate with him properly," Yuan announced, making for the door. "For
now, Kim and I need to leave to attend to our hosts' evening plans. I'll
contact everyone once things settle down for me this evening and we can
figure out things from there." Kimburlee and Aemii nodded in
acknowledgment and the three departed without further discussion. Yuan
stopped by the nurse's office to grab a few of Caetlyn's effects before
heading out to the parking lot. At first, Yuan was worried about driving
while colorblind, but Ambur somehow managed on a regular basis, so he
figured he would just have to rely on her intuition.
Finally alone in transit to Ambur's home, Yuan began to sift more
thoroughly through Ambur's memories. Klair was a strong but gentle
woman; her tall, slender beauty clashed endearingly with a surprising
lack of grace that arose from her inability to be anything but honest for
better or worse. Her long strawberry blonde hair reached all the way to
below her shapely ass in order to make use of her Gift of prehensile
hair. Her fair skin made a striking contrast with the dark bronze
skinned school principal. Ambur's more intimate memories indicated that
Klair's ample bosom was especially sensitive as an erogenous zone
something that complimented Ambur's own Gift to intensify the current
emotions with skin-to-skin contact. That the lovers were still sexually
active at least gave Yuan something exciting to look forward to.
Modern fertilization technology facilitated their two darling children:
Science used one partner's DNA to fabricate synthetic sperm, which could
be injected directly into an ovum for almost 100% successful
fertilization, or used more intimately, as Ambur and Klair elected when
they decided they wanted kids. Ambur had birthed Madalyne, and Klair had
birthed Alecks. It was a unique sharing of experiences that only couples
like them could enjoy.
As Yuan pulled into the Freunts' drive way, he felt Linn's mind seemed to
shiver if such a thing were possible. Before he closed the door to the
car, the front door burst open and Alecks ran up to him, bawling
uncontrollably.
"Mmuh... Moooommmyy Ambuh.. Ambur!" the boy cried, barely able to form
words. "Maddie's... She's...! And Mummy Kuh..Klair is!" Ambur's body
tensed involuntarily.
"Stay here, honey. It'll be alright," Yuan told the him, though, whether
he was reassuring the crying boy, Ambur, or himself, he could not tell.
Inside, Yuan had to force Ambur's body to breath as the scene that
welcomed them robbed her lungs of air.
Knives hung suspended in mid air. Probably every one in the kitchen.
All pointed at Klair, who at first glance appeared to be standing her
ground, but Ambur's familiar eye detected her distress. Madalyne stood
rigidly behind the wall of knives, her normally pretty face contorted in
an ugly mix of disgust, anger, and frustration. No sooner did Yuan step
into view, several of the knives swiveled to aim at him.
"I'm done. I'm done with this... With you," Madalyne's hoarse voice was
terrifyingly quiet. Resigned. Ambur's biggest regret in that moment was
having missed the part where talking might still have been an option.
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