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Skin Ability 2 part 2 [Author's note: The beginning is kinda heavy, following off of the end of part 1. If you want to skip to the fun kinky stuff, ctrl+F for "dreamless" and start from there.] Only the steadily intensifying burn associated with oxygen deprivation reminded Yuan of his need to breath. He drew precious air into borrowed lungs as he forced his mind to work through Ambur Freunt's paralyzing terror. The scene before him surpassed his host's worst nightmare: Ambur's telekinetic daughter held both Ambur and her wife, Klair, at the points of over twenty floating knives. The teenage girl's voice was hoarse; there had been yelling, and a lot of it. Ambur and Klair were both helpless to pacify their upset daughter, but Yuan had more options than Ambur alone did. In a world increasingly populated by people with super human abilities called "Gifts," Yuan's Gift, Skin Ability, had been late to manifest. Skin Ability allowed Yuan to convert another person into a wearable 'skinsuit' at a touch. When worn, the wearer becomes the perfect likeness of the original including memories, skills, and Gifts. Yuan used his Gift to help raise himself and his small gang of fellow war orphans out of the slums by hijacking the comfortable lives of people who had been on the right side at the end of the War. Unchained by the struggle to survive, Yuan and his gang exploited his Gift to explore their new world and its culture, often in sexual ways. However the Gifted world is a complex one with few rules set in stone and meeting Linn, a girl with an oppressive mind control Gift suddenly launched Yuan into an unexpected familial drama. Yuan's mind reeled under the stress of three sets of foreign influences. It had not been long since he had donned the third skin but he was quickly regretting that decision. Though none of the people he wore were conscious, the memories and instincts of three different people clashed cacophonously in the stressful situation. Finally piecing together an idea, Yuan frantically grasped for Linn's Gift in his mind and cast it onto Madalyne. Metal flew forward in a flash. The girl set the knives to fly and was actively holding them back so the sudden changing of reigns weakened Madalyne's telekinetic reigns on the eager metallic fleet. Klair cried out as she shielded herself as best she could, but that she managed to avoid any immediately fatal wounds was the best that could be said for her. She slumped on the floor, whimpering softly as blood began to slowly pool beneath her. Yuan suffered the few blades that were aimed at him with a yelp. He grit his teeth, knowing Klair was in much worse condition. Yuan extracted the knives that stuck in Ambur's body and used Caetlyn's Gift to at least stop any bleeding. Madalyne awkwardly mimicked his motions, Yuan unaccustomed to moving two bodies simultaneously and lacking the energy or fortitude to try. He cast Linn's Gift over Klair as well, hoping that possessing her would save her from the pain, but his attempt at kindness would not go unpunished. With command of Klair's body came the sensation of every knife that was thrust into her and Yuan gagged, falling to the floor himself as his already overloaded mind took on further burdens. Yuan crawled to Klair and skinned her. It was the quickest and simplest solution he could think of through the pain. With the last of his strength and clinging to consciousness, he fumbled over to Madalyne to skin her as well. He could deal with everything later. For now, he needed to... needed to... --- "This is Linn. She's 9, just like Lilie," Danyel introduced the little dark skinned girl with dazzling blue eyes who stood as high as his hip to his brother's family. "I know it's not the same as having a second daughter after Caylah's miscarriage but, when I found her suddenly without a family, I immediately thought of you." The Alcotts were a wealthy family, their travel services business thriving in the post war imperial emigration from their homeland. Danyel and his brother, Jach, were both tall men in their mid to late twenties with pale complexions, curly mouse brown hair and hazel eyes. Having not inherited the reins of the family business despite being the older of the two, Danyel had instead found some success as a private investigator and there was plenty of business for him as well in the recently colonized Conquered Capital. Jach's wife, Caylah was a kind and intelligent woman who may have had more weight in business decisions than her husband behind closed doors. Though her chest was on the smaller side, she worked hard to keep her figure in good shape and enjoyed evening dresses that showed off the fruits of her labor. Caylah's dark red hair hung loosely from her scalp with an elegant curl that stood out from her fair skin. Their daughter, Lilie took after her mother with gray eyes and red hair but with a more aggressive curl that may have been her father's influence. Lilie was a little taller than Linn and had a plumpness about her that was a clear indication of coming from wealth. "Her parents worked for me but they were running errands in the west market district last week when the riot broke out..." Danyel continued. Linn did her best to look as emotionally numb as she could. It was not difficult. It had only been 5 years since she was taken from her own parents at the age of 6, making her actual age 11. Linn realized that, in the chaos of the last 5 years, she had not mourned being taken from her parents since the first few days in the cold loveless research wards of Old Government laboratories. She quickly found that holding back separation anxiety to be less of an act. Mind Control. Linn had no fancier name for her 'Gift.' She often wished that were not the officially accepted term for the super human abilities that had permeated the world in the last thirty years. Some, herself included, considered the powers curses for the harm they caused. Whether the casualty of a Gifted person's abuse of their power, or a victim of a difficult or impossible to control Gift, no one could deny the destructive potential of Gifts. Yet both the war time and post war societies celebrated Gifts, choosing blind optimism to acknowledging the dangers of unchecked power. That said, there were some Gifts, like her own, that Linn was not certain could be checked. Within a certain distance, Linn could hijack the bodies of up to two people at a time, completely overriding their minds. As long as she knew they were there, it did not seem to matter what kind of barriers were between her and her targets. A year of experiments in the research lab and all she had accomplished was increasing her scope from one to two targets at once. The scientists' inability to find any way to control her Gift left them and their higher-ups thoroughly terrified of the little girl on that principal alone. Out of fear, her project was nipped in the bud and may not have ended as tragically if the administrators' eagerness to end Linn had not turned her into precisely what they were afraid of originally. With more blood on her hands than any 7 year old should, Linn escaped the ruins of the laboratory to find herself alone. "She's Gifted as well. She can put people to sleep." Linn made Danyel continue lying on her behalf. If there was one quality she could attribute her survival up to this point to it would be 'learns from her mistakes.' Having only her Gift to aid her, Linn had no choice but to use it and learn very quickly what she could and could not accomplish with it. Theft was simple - no one could deny her anything to her face, but Linn hated how artificial everything felt. No one gave her anything because they wanted to, no one wanted HER because they wanted to. Above all, her influence was transient. Since victims had no conscious awareness of what happened while they were under her control, she could not force anyone to change how they thought. Not with her Gift alone at least. Observation and experimentation taught Linn how to use words, both from her own and through borrowed mouths to start gaining things that would last after she released the effects of her Gift. "It may be irresponsible of me but I honestly think she and you would all be happier together than trying to raise her myself. You know how my work is. For everyone's sake, I hope you'll have the heart I know you do, brother." Having more or less finished the introductory speech she had planned for Danyel to deliver, Linn waited to see the other Alcotts' response. After extensive research, this was the best opportunity Linn had found to get herself adopted. A wealthy and successful family whose business helped make them also open minded and accepting of others regardless of background. A bachelor uncle with a good excuse not to try raising a kid he found contributed another favorable chip to the pot. Jach sighed but could not hide a sideways smile. His brother was not normally this charitable, but he must really feel bad about the girl's parents to go out of his way like this. Maybe there was some good in him after all. "I'm alright with it. As you said, raising a child would definitely not mix with PI work." He smiled genuinely at Linn. "Besides, how could I leave a child to fend for themselves in this cruel world." Caylah exchanged glances with Jach and she wryly smiled. "Well, I can't exactly argue with that," she murmured. "Yes. It would be wrong to let that cruel world eat up such an adorable little girl..." She turned a warmer smile to Linn who pretended to nervously avoid eye contact. "And how about you, Linn? I know we cannot replace your parents, but if you are willing, maybe you can come to think of us as your family, too." Caylah leaned forward to offer her hand to Linn. Linn repressed the urge to jump into Caylah's motherly embrace and instead hesitantly approached the welcoming woman. As she reached out to finally accept Caylah's hand, Lilie piped up. Despite hiding behind her father's khakis, a curious light, fueled by childish innocence shone in her bright gray eyes. "Why is her skin a different color?" Jach blinked in surprise but Caylah took it in stride, explaining as she clasped Linn's small hand in the warmth of her own. "A long time ago, Linn's great great GREAT grandparents lived somewhere where the sun was extra hot and they got very tan. Just like when Daddy is out helping the gardeners all day in the summer and when he comes back in the evening, his skin's a bit darker. Except that Lin's great great great grandparents were out in the sun for even longer and her great great grandparents and great grandparents all the way till when Linn was born she had already soaked up enough sun that her skin is always dark like that!" Lilie listened with wide eyed wonder. Danyel leaned over to Jach to whisper to his brother, "Well, that's not quite right, but I suppose it's good enough to get a 9 year old started." He chuckled softly. "Yeah," Jach nodded, "but it's better to lay a foundation with small defects that you can patch and repair later than building the base entirely wrong and needing to tear it out later. She's not going to understand what melanin is right now." Lilie hesitantly approached the other girl who simply watched warily. "Can... I touch?" Lilie asked, her eyes flickering between Linn and her mother, to check if she had said anything wrong. When Linn offered her hand Lilie took it. Linn afforded herself a small smile when Lilie noted, "Ah, it feels just like mine." --- Lilie got over her initial shyness quickly and she and Linn both found they enjoyed their new sisterhood. They were soon doing everything together from reading storybooks and running around the yard under the mid summer sun fantasizing about what they read to slipping into each other's room at night for impromptu slumber parties. Having never experienced school herself, Linn hungrily ate up all of Lilie's school stories and they excitedly made plans and played scenes of what it would be like when Linn could go to school with her in the fall. For the first time she could remember, Linn thought she felt how a kid should, and Lilie's friendship was an integral part of that. Not everyone in the Alcott household was as accepting as the Alcotts themselves however. Linn noticed that hers and Lilie's nanny, an older woman by the name of Rooth had little love for her new charge. She performed her duties as she was paid to, but even Lilie began to notice the difference in quality of attention Rooth offered her compared to Linn. The girls were once caught playing in Caylah's make up dresser but Rooth spanked Linn while Lilie only had to forfeit her dessert that evening. Since she blamed her Gift for the hardships she had endured since she was separated from her parents, Linn made a conscious effort to not use her Gift in her new home. It was easy at first; the Alcotts were welcoming and she found fulfillment in Lilie's genuine and freely given friendship. Even if Rooth discriminated against her, Linn would happily weather that over the cold empty cell of the lab or the unforgiving city back streets. Things got more complicated in a hurry though when Danyel suddenly visited. Linn was forced to use her mind control to cover when she had manipulated Danyel into introducing her in the first place. It was a delicate dance but by the end of the day, she had managed to convince both Danyel and the other Alcott adults that she was supposed to be there and that they may have had a bit too much to drink. For his own part, Linn was surprised to find that Danyel showed genuine interest in her. He started visiting more often and would even bring her gifts sometimes. It worked with her story; it looked as if he was looking after the child he could not raise himself. The extra attention always made her squirm inside though, a combination of guilt and nervousness that maybe she had been found out. Right around this time, Lilie started to change though. At first it seemed like simple jealousy - the doting uncle she had always had to herself was suddenly showering someone else with his attention. The two girls slowly grew distant. --- Linn padded softly down the hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway, making for Jach and Caylah's bedroom. She sought advice on a few topics and had finally mustered the courage to ask. Lilie's room was quiet and dark behind the closed door. It was past their bed time so Linn hoped Lilie was asleep already. Rain slashed heavily against the windows across the hall and the occasional rumble of thunder resonated through the wood under her sock covered feet. A month ago, Linn would have happily consulted her sister about what the latest school 'necessities,' with classes beginning in less than a week. Unfortunately, Lilie had gone from jealous to passive aggressive to straight aggressive when she slapped Linn yesterday for trying to confront her about it. Lilie was Linn's first friend and this was her first fight with a friend, but no amount of reading about relationships could have prepared Linn for how much it hurt. The most frustrating part was not that Lilie seemed upset with her but instead that Lilie refused to explain or confirm why. While Linn planned to ask a bit about school, she was really more concerned about how her sister had been acting. Jach and Caylah were not blind to it, especially since Lilie's antagonism had begun extending to them even in the last week or so. Whatever solutions they might be considering, Linn wanted to be a part of it for the sake of the family she had finally manged to make. A faint light flickered from behind Linn's foster parents' bedroom door. An unpleasant sound stopped Linn's hand inches from knocking. It was the sound of a blade entering a body. Linn's breath caught but she forced her hand to push open the doors while her stomach threatened to lurch out of her throat. Blood painted the sheets of the four poster bed in the center of the room. Crazed gray eyes turned to meet Linn's. Linn froze before Lilie's gaze, her head failing to process what she was looking at. Caylah seemed similarly paralyzed in shock; her mouth hung open but no sound escaped it. Lilie extracted the long carving knife from Jach's chest, paying no mind to the splatters of blood that coated her small hands and the oversized blade. The sight of the small girl turning her crimson blade on her mother next finally snapped Linn from her shocked stupor. Linn lashed out with her Gift, grabbing Lilie and forcing her to put down the knife. In her sudden return to attentiveness was accompanied by a flood of questions. Why? Wasn't Lilie mad at me? Why is she attacking Jach and Caylah? Is Jach dead? Why isn't Caylah saying anything? Why is this happening? Is this my fault? Pain. Pain blossomed in her chest. Linn looked down to see her undamaged nightdress. No. Linn looked down through Lilie's eyes to see the handle of the carving knife. It was wrapped in Caylah's fingers. As Linn's vision through Lilie's eyes rapidly faded, she saw a rabid fear in Caylah's own gray eyes, but also something else. It was nearly the same unfocused insanity that had entrapped Lilie before Linn had taken her over. Linn desperately thrust out her Gift once more and, finding Caylah the only seizable target, confirmed the other two bodies as dead. She forced Caylah to set aside the knife and extracted herself from under her late daughter's body. "As I suspected. Your Gift is a bit more than just putting people to sleep, you little rat." Punctuated by a roll of thunder, the surprise of the voice from behind her, sent Linn reeling towards the bed, distancing herself from her ambusher and turning to face him. Danyel stood in the doorway, still dressed in his polo and khakis from his earlier visit. He did not even bat an eye at the carnage on the bed. He was solely focused on Linn. His warm smile replaced with a smug yet contemptuous smirk. "That I have another thing in common with a shit stain like you makes me sick," he spat vulgarly. "We're both equipped with Gifts that manipulate others. You can just make someone do anything but I can make them WANT to do anything. They call me 'Whisper' like a little voice in your ear, telling you what you should think. Really handy for a PI. I've never failed to solve a case. You see, my victims always admit their guilt. Always. "And yet, some people randomly seem resistant to it. Like father. Despite my 'suggestions' he left the business to little Jach. My little brother, the perfect heir, the perfect husband. Caylah wouldn't have even married him if not for me. But well, with Jach gone I'll have to set aside the PI work to take over. It was fun while it lasted, but filling the shoes of an empty CEO is more important than investigating. More lucrative as well. My Gift will certainly be no less valuable. But I digress," Danyel sauntered slowly into the room. "You're another exception. I've been trying to get into your head since the fir-... second time we met. It pisses me off that you used me to get nice and cushy here with my brother. Me, help a dark skinned little cunt like you? So when I found you seemed to be completely immune to my whisperings, it got me thinking. Maybe that half day gap in my memory wasn't just hitting the bottle a tad too hard. You're probably immune because you have a stronger version of my Gift. I used to be a little jealous, and being jealous of a brownie little bitch like you, well that only pisses me off more." Back against Caylah's nightstand next the bloody bed frame left Linn with no further space to retreat. In desperation, she struck out with her Gift and Danyel's approach faltered for a second, but to Linn's dismay, he shook off her attempt to seize control over him. He grinned triumphantly as he stopped a foot away to look down at her cowering form. "Good. I have to make a concerted effort to keep my guard up but it seems I can repulse even you." He paused contemplating something for a second. "I suppose, 'stronger' is not quite the best way to describe your Gift compared to mine. It's more that it's... more focused. If I'm postulating correctly, you can overshadow someone completely, but they have no memory of it and you can only control one... maybe two people at a time. I on the other hand can only influence more subtly, but I can cast my net wide enough to capture the ears of an entire court at once. "In a twisted way I'm actually glad you forced yourself into our lives. You gave me the perfect opportunity to finally take what I want, and I get to enjoy blaming it on your black twat. I've always enjoyed watching your kind suffer, and you will be especially delightful because as strong as your Gift is, it can't beat mine. You can control bodies, but I can control hearts - and my influence lingers far more potently than yours. I'm sure little Lilie proved that well enough," He chuckled in self satisfaction. Run. The rush of adrenaline of the situation rekindled Linn's old instincts and every fiber of her being wanted to escape. If he had his way with her, she would likely be tortured and executed. Danyel was right, in the long run, her Gift could not bail her out. Her scrawny form would offer no real threat or resistance on a physical level to the adult male bearing down on her. Finally she remembered that she happened to still have a second set of eyes. Linn made Caylah lunge suddenly from the bed, tackling Danyel to the ground. Then, Linn ran. --- Yuan woke blearily from the vivid memory. He looked around at the mess of the Freunt's kitchen: the upended chairs, the knives scattered among the mess of Klair's skin. Madalyne naked on the table touching herself. Madalyne took after Klair physically, with dirty blonde hair, tall stature, and a well developing chest, though both kids shared a naturally tanned looking skin tone that was a comforting mix of Ambur's brown and Klair's fair. Ambur's memories of Madalyne floated to the surface of his mind. Up until the last few years, she had been a quiet and studious girl, she liked art, but was also a respectable athlete. Her telekinetic Gift was both strong and widely practical, if not as exotic as she had hoped. Ambur suspected that Madalyne harbored some jealousy of her younger brother's natural charisma, but the girl always managed to slip around the topic whenever Ambur or Klair had tried to talk to her about it. Her recent acting out concerned Ambur and Klair greatly, especially how her last stint had actually endangered herself and others. Now this happened. In the wake of Linn's recollection, Yuan realized why Linn's instincts had prickled so much in response to Ambur's memories of her daughter. Madalyne's change in attitude reeked of Whisper's influence. As Yuan's head cleared, he recalled skinning Madalyne. As far as his gang had tested, people who were turned into skins by his Gift did not change back until he restored them. Or unless someone put them on. Though there was a possibility it was Alecks, whom Yuan had left in their SUV, but that was debunked quickly when she noticed that he awoke. "Heya, Brownie. Fancy meeting you here," she jeered without stopping her fingers. Yuan felt a chill run up his spine as the nickname confirmed Linn's suspicions. Danyel Alcott, a.k.a. "Whisper" now occupied Madalyne's skin. Apparently he still had his propensity for monologuing as well. "Here I was just messing with some other gross dark skins and suddenly my favorite one shows up out of the blue. I wasn't even searching for you this time. It's been, what two years since our last delightful run in. Don't suppose the dog made it. "I don't know how you did it, getting a new Gift like this but damn if you didn't hit the jackpot." Madalyne turned to show Yuan her cunt as she continued massaging it. "Imagine my surprise when I saw granny suddenly pull your old trick and overwrite the girly. I can practically smell your Gift at this point. Then you pull this new trick, and it all made sense. You were even gracious enough to pass out for me afterward. I knew it was too interesting of an opportunity to pass up. I would have preferred the white angel but I was afraid she was a bit too... holey at the moment. I settled for the halfie, but now I'm frustrated at the idea that I can't have her telekinesis without also being half black-kkya!" Finally with a squeal, Madalyne came, vaginal juices squirting around her fingers onto the table. With a satisfied sigh, she dismounted the kitchen table and walked over to stand in front of Yuan who had risen to a sitting position on the floor himself by Klair's skin. "You know," she started thoughtfully as she loomed over Yuan. "I never thought I would, but I think I'm actually growing fond of you. Every time we meet, you've brought with you interesting developments and exciting opportunities," She gave a crooked grin. "Tell you what. I'll call off your wanted status if you come work for me. Work that new magic and show me a good time and I'll even pay you for it." She continued talking but Yuan was only half paying attention. He was still in danger here, perhaps more so now that a psychopath inhabited one of his skins. He could not skin someone who was already wearing one because he could not make true skin contact. Whisper was already resistant to Linn's Gift and wearing Madalyne made him straight immune anyway. His one advantage then was Caetlyn. How could he use Caetlyn's Gift then to turn the tables on this situation? A knife flying up to hang in the air over Yuan snapped his attention back to his aggressor. "Unlike last time, you've grown a bit too strong now to just let you run loose, so your choices are really only obey me, or die," Madalyne caressed the floating knife lovingly. "Now then, Mom," She widened her stance and thrust out her hips. "My cunt is itching for more attention, and I hear few things can compete with a 'mother's tongue.' Or was it 'touch?' Well, you know what I mean," she laughed. Yuan let Caetlyn's knowledge of her Gift float into the forefront of his mind while he slowly leaned in to tease Madalyne's clit with his tongue. At this point, Yuan was no stranger to oral so he let his captor have what she wanted. It took less than a minute before the floating knife began to wobble and the contractions of her pussy told Yuan that Madalyne was close to climaxing again. "Ha.. ha... fuck... ahhh.. Fu--gyaahhhh!" Yuan interrupted Madalyne's second orgasm by suddenly reaching with Caetlyn's Gift to seize up the muscles in the young woman's back, followed shortly thereafter by forcefully contracting her leg muscles as well. Madalyne screamed as she fell to the floor in a twitching pile of limbs that suddenly refused to answer their owner. The knife shot forward like before, but it had wavered so far off its course that it imbedded itself harmlessly in the drywall behind Yuan. "Sorry, sweetie," Yuan apologized on Ambur's behalf as he struck with a booted foot at the back of Madalyne's head, where Caetlyn's medical knowledge said he could knock her out. The girl's convulsing slowed to the occasional twitch and Yuan checked her eyes to confirm that she was unconscious. He relaxed her muscles and flipped her onto her stomach. Here came the uncertain part. Yuan reached into his own Gift's power and focused it along Madalyne's spine, hoping it would force the seam to open. His intuition was rewarded when a crease ran down Madalyne's back from the nape of her neck to just above her butt and Yuan hastily reached inside to widen the opening. The fair skin he saw inside contrasted Madalyne's dark skin tone. Not wanting to risk waking the antagonist, Yuan took another gamble. Yuan placed a hand on his exposed back without pulling Madalyne's skin off of Danyel and triggered his Gift again, skinning him while he was still filling out the teenage girl. Her body deflated in conjunction with his, leaving a convoluted pile of light and dark skin on the floor. Yuan took a minute to extract Danyel from Madalyne before finally sitting back and taking his first opportunity since arriving at the Freunt residence to catch his breath. The eerie silence loomed heavily over the scene of chaos that had finally come abruptly to an end. When he finally found the energy to move and think again, Yuan stood shakily. Remembering Alecks, Yuan confirmed first that none of the knife wounds had made too obvious of damage to Ambur's outfit before going back outside to her SUV. Alecks was curled up in the back seat and appeared to have cried himself to sleep. Yuan suppressed Ambur's motherly fortitude and skinned the small boy out of mercy and for his own sanity. He needed to get out of these skins as soon as possible and dealing with a child would only prolong his already overextended charade. He carried Alecks's skin into the house along with Ambur's bag containing Caetlyn and Linn's clothes, locking the doors and closing the blinds around the first floor. He brought all four skins upstairs to Ambur and Klair's master bedroom and set them on the floor. He practically tore off Ambur's business suit and underwear and peeled her off like a swimmer breaching the surface after a dive. The return of red and green colors to Linn's eyes startled Yuan who had not even noticed growing accustomed to Ambur's colorblindness. Redness on Ambur's blazer jumped out in his vision now and he was thankful that no one had been around to notice while he was outside getting Alecks. He added Ambur to the set of skins on the floor next to the rest of her family and extracted himself from Linn and Caetlyn as well. The physically and mentally exhausted teenage boy tossed himself onto the master bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillows. --- Yuan woke from a dreamless sleep feeling unusually refreshed. 11AM shone from the nightstand alarm clock agreeing with the sun beaming through the cracks in the closed bedroom blinds. It took a minute of staring at his foreign surroundings as well as the seven skins on the floor around the room before he remembered the events of yesterday evening. He felt twinges in his shoulder, leg and hip as he hauled himself off the bed. Interesting, he thought. That was where Ambur had been hit by Madalyne's knives. It seemed that injuries, or at least flesh wounds, sustained while wearing a skin carried through to the wearer underneath. Yuan filed that away in his mind along with a note to himself never to wear three skins at once. He pulled Caetlyn's phone from Ambur's bag. Sixteen new messages, ten missed calls. Mostly from his gang. Yuan sent a group message letting them know he was okay and tossed the phone aside to help himself to the Freunt's shower. Under the stream of hot water, he considered his next move. Restoring Linn seemed a good start. Not only did he feel he understood and trusted her now, but Whisper's presence was directly related to her and she should probably have a say in what they do with him. He considered calling Jeorge and possibly Pall as well. He needed Tyhm's Gift more than ever now, too, but really what he wanted was at least one other insider so he would not have to do everything himself. After his shower, he sent another message to Pall with the Freunt's address and asking him to bring Tyhm to do memory alterations. That done, he approached Linn's skin. Yuan sealed up the seam in Linn's back and triggered his Gift before sitting back on the bed and letting the restoration process run its course. Linn stirred, pushing herself off the floor into a sitting position, blinking as she looked around. She yelped when she realized she was naked and tried to cover herself as best she could. Yuan laughed. "If you want to stick with us, you may need to get used to that," he suggested, making no effort to hide his own manhood from his open legged seat on the bed. Linn blushed but slowly relaxed, only to jump again when she recognized the skins laying around the room for what they were. "Wha.. what happened here? Are you...?" Yuan blinked, realizing that not only had Linn never seen him outside of Caetlyn's form, but he had not even properly introduced himself to her before. Yuan stood and bowed as formally as he knew how. "My apologies, Miss... Linn. My name is Yuan. I normally wear Caetlyn Portland at school. I call my Gift 'Skin Ability.' It allows me to turn anyone I use my Gift on into a perfect disguise - the wearer gains the exact physical form, as well as the memories, skills, and even Gifts of anyone turned into a skin by my Gift. I admit, I wore you for a while. Longer than I had intended, but long enough to learn enough about you. Looking inside of you was the most reliable way I could tell if you were being honest with us, back in the office," He looked up to meet her eyes and saw understanding begin to blossom in their bright blue depths. Yuan smiled welcomingly. "But because I did, I know you weren't lying. I'll talk it over with the others, but I want you to join us. It's what you want, too isn't it?" Linn seemed at a loss for words, but nodded, her eyes may have begun tearing a bit. "As for how we got here..." Yuan's face hardened as he explained the events leading up to the present. After skinning her he wore her and Ambur and returned to the Freunt's home where they were now. Upon arrival, he was dragged into the Freunt's domestic drama fueled behind the scenes by the mind influencing Gifted, 'Whisper,' whom Linn knew from her past. Whisper's history with Linn along with Caetlyn's Gift were key to eventually being able to skin Whisper along with the rest of the family for damage control. When he got to the part where Whisper was one of the skins, Linn leaped to her feet, inhibitions forgotten. As the only pale skinned male among the skins, he was easy to locate and she lifted his empty husk to stare at his form. Having been there, Yuan could imagine what might be going through her head. "I know you have a personal grudge against him, and it's a well justified one, but let's think about it before doing anything... drastic," Yuan cautioned. "If he did indeed take over the Alcotts' travel business, it'll be fairly high profile if he goes missing. I'm not saying to restore him and let him go, but we may need to be prepared to shake an investigation," In truth, Whisper's Gift may be the missing piece to their fainting issue not to mention being all around useful, but Yuan was hesitant to suggest as much while Linn might still be emotionally charged on the topic of one someone who had hurt her in the past. Linn did not answer, though, and she finally put the skin down. Yuan patted the bed next to him, inviting her to sit down. She hesitated at first before acquiescing. "The idea of seeing him fleshed out, even if it's someone else inside makes me nauseous... but," she started. "But... his Gift is too powerful to just destroy, even if that's what he deserves. As long as we never restore him, he's as good as dead and I can just think of his skin as a tool..." Yuan was once again impressed by the girl's open mindedness. "In any event, we have some time before Tyhm gets here," Yuan said shifting tones and breaking into a mischievous smile. "You said you were interested in our 'sessions.' Well let's have a primer while we wait," He stood up and picked up Caetlyn, beginning to put her on. He had been the brunette nurse more than he had been himself in the last few months so her soft skin was comforting to return to, the familiar heft of her bosom on his shoulders, the weight of her hair on her scalp and her tight snatch all embraced him as if welcoming him back. Linn watched the process with fascination, having never seen it up close. Yuan turned in a circle once with a smile, showing off his 'number one in the school hot bod' to Linn whose face had resumed its earlier reddish hue. "Now then, Miss Linn, you have two choices here: if you want to try out the opposite sex, then you'll have to wear Danyel. Alecks is off limits, I don't want to do it with a child and he's not equipped for it anyway. Otherwise, you have Ambur or we can work on patching up Klair." Linn bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Actually, I'd prefer to lose my virginity as myself to start." Yuan blinked in surprise, but he smiled. "How romantic. Very well, I would be happy to oblige," Yuan approached the dark skinned girl on the bed and leaned in to kiss. Gently at first, caressing her face with one hand; he let the other settle on her thigh and felt her shiver beneath his touch. He slowly let his tongue drift into Linn's mouth where it began to dance with hers. His fingers traced her belly button and then migrated south. His other hand left her face to travel down her neck past her collar bones. He withdrew his tongue as both hands met their first erogenous zones and Linn tensed up at the sudden increase in sensations. "'Good things come in small packages.' Everything about you is adorable, I love it," Yuan whispered as his fingers explored Linn's almost-C cup breasts. Simultaneously, he brushed against her clit and only a small whimper escaped Linn's lips in the exchange. Her eyes had fluttered closed. Yuan gently pushed her onto her back and moved to suckle on her nipples. One finger began to push on her lower lips, the others massaged their folds, consoling them before their first time parting. Finally, his face arrived at her vagina, his fingers wet with the abundance of fluids flowing from the slit. He brushed a brunette bang from his face before diving in. His tongue played over her outer folds letting them get used to him and giving her clitoris its due attention before taking the tip and with some help from fingers, pushed his tongue inside. Linn yelped and no more than half a minute later, the tongue action had the dark skinned girl climaxing, squirting love juices into his mouth and over his face. When she finished, he pulled away and wiped off his face, sitting next to her on the bed while she caught her breath. "Oral is just the appetizer, but it's important to give and receive fairly. Take a minute to rest. There's so much more fun to be had still," he said softly. It only took a minute before Linn sat back up ready for more. Side by side on the bed, Yuan showed her how a woman pleasures herself as well as gave her some tips on how women pleasure each other as he just had for her. "You try it now," he ordered, spreading his plump thighs for her. Linn knelt between his legs and examined his wet pussy for a second. Then, keeping in mind what Yuan had taught her, she began to service him. She was predictably awkward to begin with, but it was not unpleasant. After a few minutes, he figured she had the basic idea down and just needed practice, but he wanted to shift gears. While Linn's tongue was still inside, Yuan called on Caetlyn and his own combined Gifts. The familiar pressure in his pelvis was accompanied by the dual male and female sensations as his cock reconnecting to his nervous system and pushed through the tunnels of Caetlyn's reproductive organs till it met Linn's mouth and thrust into it suddenly. She retreated in surprise, letting it spring out into the open air. It protruded majestically from between Caetlyn's labia, slick with precum, saliva and vaginal fluids. Yuan left it his natural size, 5 and a half inches hard, for Linn's first time. The sight left Linn mesmerized. "This is the full course, little lady," Yuan purred with a grin and a wink. "It's time for lesson two," Like before, Yuan stroked his cock for her, highlighting which parts were the most sensitive and giving suggestions on how to use her mouth, tongue and breasts for various fellatio techniques. "We'll put you in a guy skin at some point and I'll show you for real. For now, you can try it, or we can skip to real intercourse," he offered. Linn tentatively reached out to touch his manhood. "You said it was the full course, I should at least try it before moving on," she insisted, her eyes never leaving the man staff. Like before, she was awkward, her grip was too light and her motions, too slow, but she made adjustments based on his suggestions, and was soon wrapping her lips around his head. "Take it as deep as you can first and then you can pull back and treat what you can comfortably. Don't worry about your tongue when deepthroating, but use it more when you have room in your mouth to do so. When you pull back, suck on it like a straw, it draws in your cheeks which feel really good for him," Yuan rested a hand on her head as she tried out his various advice. Despite her amateur technique, he eventually found himself close to climaxing. "Ah... I'm getting close.. I-if he doesn't warn you, you can still sometimes tell from his penis. It will stiffen more just before it cums. The best indicators a man is a-about to climax though, ha... come from watching the rest of his... body, especially his! Face and... ah... paying attention to his breathinnnngggg!" With the last word, Yuan felt himself tip over into orgasm, and his semen sprayed out into Linn's mouth. The poor girl choked in surprise and fell back, freeing his dick to splatter the rest of its seed out over her face and chest. Like his size, he kept his orgasm short for now, especially since they did not have Aemii's Gift to help them clean up afterward. Yuan raided the Freunt's fridge downstairs for some juice while Linn recovered, bringing her a cup of fruit punch to wash out her mouth. "You get used to it eventually, but it can certainly be unpleasant at first," he conceded. "I wasn't sure what to expect actually..." Linn admitted. Like Yuan and his gang prior to a few weeks ago, she had never really had the freedom to even wonder about sexual related things living off your wits in the streets. Yuan smiled sympathetically. "Alright, time for the finale. Lay down, and enjoy, I'll take it from here," Yuan announced, patting the bed again. Linn sat where he pat and laid back, this time spreading her legs more willingly. As expected, she was quite wet down below. Yuan stroked his phallus as he came abreast of her hips. "I'll go slowly, but since it is your first time, it will hurt at the start, there's no getting around that. I can mitigate it with Caet's Gift, but not entirely. Remember that the pain is only temporary, so bear with it," Linn gulped but nodded. Yuan lead with his hand, first inserting one finger, then a second and with the two, he eased her lips apart. Linn already began moaning by the time he had lined up the tip of his dick and began pushing it into her pussy. With the head in, he retracted his fingers and soothed the girl's breaking hymen with Caetlyn's gift. It was an arduous journey into Linn's womanhood accompanied by retreating before pushing forward again, but finally their crotches touched and he was fully encased in her. They stayed like that for a few minutes while Linn got used to it, but finally she gave him the okay to try moving. Linn was tight. Tighter than any girl he had done thus far, perhaps a combination of her virginity and small stature, but she felt fantastic for Yuan. He watched her carefully as he moved his luscious hips, his Caetlyn breasts undulated with his movements. He would periodically have to move a hand from where he braced against her thighs to remove some of Caetlyn's long locks from his face, but nothing broke his immersion in the act. In all the sex he had enjoyed since taking on his new life, Linn felt different. In a way he was a virgin as well, and this was his first time having sex consensually with a real girl who knew him for himself. This act created a connection between them that transcended the physical lust of intercourse. As they came to climax in unison, neither Linn nor Yuan could tell whether they derived greater euphoria from the sexual sensations that permeated their body or from the fulfillment of being finally and truly accepted by another individual that permeated their souls. --- Tyhm ran a hand through his short light brown hair with a sigh, the four Freunts' skins spread out on the master bedroom floor before him. He was only slightly above average height, but had a good physic; theater kept its actors in shape even at the high school level. "So what's the story we're planting in them? Try to keep it as simple as possible, it's hard enough to generate false memories but making sure all four agree is going to be a doozie," Introductions had been quick and simple. Pall took Linn's joining their group in stride. Apparently Jeorge had already mentioned to him that that might happen. "Well they missed Alecks' choir concert last night so we need to have had SOMETHING happen for them to miss it..." Yuan mentioned, crossing his arms under Caetlyn's now clothed bosom. "I'd really love to erase the whole knife drama itself, but that's a lot of memory to cover. Maybe Alecks got sick while Klair and Ambur were still at work so Madalyne had to take care of him. Worried about her brother's health made her rethink her relationship with her family? Alecks misses the concert with good excuse, Madalyne has reason to reform." "That doesn't change the problem that that's a lot to cover," Tyhm rebuked with a grimace. "How about leave the knife stuff, but hitting Klair when she planned to miss made Madalyne realize that her actions have very real consequences. Plus we can... we can smooth things over after restoring them with Whisper, if necessary," Linn suggested. She, too, had redressed after cleaning up from earlier. "Make Madalyne genuinely regret it and it gives Klair and Ambur an opening to console her without us having to script it," She turned to Yuan. "You said Alecks ran out to Ambur when she got home and fell asleep in the car?" Yuan nodded. "This way we don't have to change Alecks's memories at all, it all still fits with what he saw." "I like it. I like anything that's less work for me," Tyhm chuckled. "I agree with Linn, leave the knife drama, that's part of their family history now, it seems rude to just erase it, even if it wasn't a pleasant experience. That said, now that I think about it, Yuan, you may want to be the one doing the memory writing. You're the only one who saw everything of importance from start to finish." "Actually, if we're erasing all of Whisper's influence, then I think we can get by from reading Madalyne's memories," Linn piped up. "Everything after Yuan used my Gift to seize her is Whisper related. To, that end...uh. Could I actually try doing the memory writing?" The other two looked at her in surprise. "In that case I don't see why not," Yuan conceded. "Put on Tyhm, and give yourself a few minutes to get used to him, and the memory dive. When you feel comfortable, put on Madalyne over top and give it a go." "If you like it, you can keep Tyhm. I kinda want a girl skin myself, I've only been able to experience that side in short bursts when we're having sessions," Tyhm admitted as he began undressing. Linn blushed, still unaccustomed to how comfortable Yuan and his gang were about getting naked in front of one another. Even so, she was soon stripping herself. The seam at the back of Tyhm's neck opened and Pall emerged in a splash of his bleach blond hair. Linn was nude herself by the time Pall was fully free of Tyhm's extremities. The lanky blond handed her the boy skin which she accepted hesitantly. "You saw me put on Caetlyn, no special tricks to it. Just like putting on clothes just tighter," Yuan encouraged her. Linn sat on the bed and opened the seam in Tyhm's back wide. She slid a slender leg in, pausing to make sure she was inserting it into the correct side. When her legs filled out Tyhm's, she stood and pulled his hips over her own, watching in wonder as his penis came to life. Gathering Tyhm's upper body in one hand, she touched his rapidly hardening manhood, exploring the feeling of a new appendage. Satisfied, she returned her attention to the rest of Tyhm's skin, finding the openings for his arms and stuffing her own inside. Her boobs made a visible bulge behind his chest until she pulled his shoulders over her own, and his torso adjusted itself to Tyhm's flat pectorals. Like with his now fully erect phallus, Linn ran a now masculine hand across Tyhm's chest, even tweaking a nipple in experimentation. Last but not least was the head, and Linn nervously stretched what was left of the seam as wide as she dared. With eyes closed she made one quick motion, half thrusting her head in, half hauling the skin mask back over top of her dark brown bob cut. When Tyhm reopened his gray eyes, he looked around to find the bedroom's full body mirror and moved before it to examine his new body. Yuan sauntered up behind Tyhm, wrapping the new boy's chest in his feminine hands. "What do you think?" Yuan asked simply. Tyhm looked thoughtful. "It's weird. I'm a little disappointed it's not really any different than when I puppet a man. The transformation itself was more interesting." "We'll see how long that lasts," Yuan mused with a smirk as his hands wandered down to Tyhm's erect 6 inch dick. He enjoyed watching Tyhm's face flush as he began stroking the member. "Sit down." Yuan guided Tyhm back to the bed where he sat and Yuan settled between his legs. Caetlyn's full lips played along her student's hot shaft. Her tongue slashed at his most sensitive spots and less than a minute passed in the hot confines of her throat before Tyhm cried out and his first male orgasm shot steamy cum all over the insides of Yuan's mouth. Yuan drank it all down, the salty sour flavor familiar to him now. He retracted from Tyhm's flaccid rod ending the tip with a loving kiss, he looked back into Tyhm's eyes. "Did that change your opinion?" "Ha... That was... yeah..." Tyhm panted. "Hate to interrupt you love birds, hell, I'd love to join you, but it's already past noon. Should probably get to the memory inserting portion before you have to invent half of today as well," Pall called from his seat at Klair's makeup dresser. Despite what he said, he massaged his own cock in one hand while spectating. "He's right, we can play more another time. You have work to do," Yuan sighed. He stood and brought Tyhm Madalyne's skin. "Before you put her on, make sure you familiarize yourself with Tyhm's Gift. Let his memories of how he uses it flow over you," Tyhm nodded, closing his eyes for a few minutes. Then he accepted Madalyne's skin from Yuan and put it on. As Madalyne, she sat still, eyes closed as she worked on the girl's memories. Yuan retreated from the bed, roaming over to Pall. "You've been a good sport, my friend. Thank you for your patience," he said softly, taking charge of stroking Pall's cock for him. "She's an interesting girl," Pall commented as he enjoyed the handjob. "I wonder if she can use her Gift to make other people wear skins. That might be neat." "An intriguing idea," Yuan agreed. "Would certainly require more testing." He leaned in to fellate Pall more enthusiastically. His friend groaned as Caetlyn's lips enveloped his member and in short order, he blew his load in Yuan's mouth. His sticky sperm had a unique taste from Tyhm's; everyone tasted a little different if you focused on the flavor. Yuan cleaned his friend off and turned to check on Madalyne, who was watching them silently. Yuan licked his lips. "How'd it go?" he asked. "I think I got it figured out. Even tossed out the clothes that got stabbed." Pall whistled. "I didn't even think of that. Good work. Oh, if you make Klair pass out after getting hit, then we probably don't need to change anything in her memories either. Just need to make sure they remember patching up the.. uh.. holes," He made a face a the skin, the knife wounds clearly visible as holes in the fleshy material. "And we should probably actually patch up said holes, if possible. I hope we can fix that..." Madalyne nodded. "Yeah, that was my idea as well." Finished with her memories, Linn stripped off Madalyne, returning to Tyhm's form. Ambur required more skin trading as Linn needed to concoct memories for the time she was mind controlling the Principal but they realized that Yuan was the only one who could answer for the time after he skinned her until returning home. The three stared down at Klair's skin, their last obstacle to tackle before they could put this debacle behind them. Having just finished reclothing himself, Yuan adjusted Caetlyn's skirt as he broke the silence. "Well, I'm going to try Caet's and my Gifts together, if that doesn't work, then someone will have to put her on and Caet can heal her like that." Pall grimaced. "Here's to hoping it doesn't come to that." Linn gulped and nodded emphatically. Yuan's shemale form was also an application of his and Caetlyn's Gifts in combination, in those cases, he used his own Gift first so that Caetlyn's Gift could target and alter the skinsuit itself. This should be the same thing in theory, though he was uncertain it would work when the skin was unoccupied. Yuan bent down to touch the skin and focused on his Gifts. Like with the cocks, he visualized the desired result while projecting the power of his two Gifts. Fortunately, his theory proved correct and the hole he focused on spontaneously sealed itself. "Hang on, can you leave a scar? We left the stabbings in their memory so there should be some evidence of it," Pall interjected. It was a bit more difficult to visualize what a freshly healed puncture wound looked like on a deflated skin, but eventually he arrived at something they all agreed would be good enough. He repeated the process for the other wounds. In order to dress her wounds properly, Yuan restored Klair before the rest and while Linn made sure she stayed unconscious, Pall and Yuan wrapped her injuries in gauze and medical tape from the house first aid kit. "They will probably wonder why they didn't go to a hospital after this happened, but at this point, they can wonder all they want, that won't leave any pointers on us," Pall grumbled. It was almost one in the afternoon by the time all of the Freunts were restored. The three conspirators packed up their own things, including Whisper's skin, and beat a hasty but quiet retreat. With that, Caetlyn, Linn, and Tyhm left the Freunts' household. As he listened to Linn and Pall get to know each other better on the ride to Caetlyn's home in Tyhm's small sedan, Yuan found himself reflecting on the last few weeks. His perspective had changed so drastically since putting on Caetlyn's life it had been alarmingly easy to forget about the troubles they had endured to get to this point. Remembering their old life made him appreciate the new opportunities he had found but also helped him better appreciate his gang that had helped support him through thick and thin and kept with him even now. Especially after feeling how alone Linn had been most of her life, he was happy at the prospect of being able to share the companionship that had sustained him in his worst times with one who so desperately deserved compassion. The sound of his stomach loudly growling broke Yuan from his introspection. "I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday either..." Linn commented as if reading his thoughts. It was the same for him. Yuan grabbed his purse only to pause and stare at it a realization dawning on him. "Oh. I grabbed Ambur's purse. That's right, I left my purse in the nurse's office... Well I guess lunch is on Mrs. Principal!" "She owes us at least that much for catching the bastard messing with her daughter's head," Linn added. They all laughed heartily. Linn was going to fit in just fine.