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"I hate her!" she cried quietly to herself, burying her face in her hands. Lydia crouched at the back of a dark alleyway, her tears lost among the drops of rain that drenched her person. She shook, though from cold or from rage she could not tell. Her short bleach blonde bangs matted uncomfortably, obscuring her vision, even after she withdrew her hands. Having to brush them aside to see again only aggravated her further. Lydia looked down at herself. She was small for her age. People always confused her for a high school student. Even when she told them she was a college grad, they seemed to look down at her as though they thought she was just trying to talk big. Like a kid just playing at being an adult. Her underdeveloped chest and uninspiring silhouette offered little credence to her claim as an adult woman. At 5'1" even some actual high school girls looked more mature than she did. She hated herself as much as she hated 'her.' Callie had been her friend in college. She and Lydia, along with a third girl named Jane, made up the "Three Muskettes" as they had liked to call themselves. Three unlikely friends from different backgrounds who came together and bonded while living the college life. It would be no exaggeration to say that their camaraderie got Lydia through some of her hardest times, both academically and emotionally. After college they had stayed close, at least, until recently. Lydia and Callie landed jobs at the same company, and Jane at another in the same city. Their regular meetups were highlights of Lydia's week. They were the first to hear when Lydia finally scored her first boyfriend after 23 years of the single life. Her friends gave polite congratulations, but Lydia was ecstatic she had finally found some happiness with a man who saw past her stunted physic. She had clumsily (and perhaps hastily) given Jan her virginity and he had accepted it with poise and respect. Jan was handsome and kind. When he held Lydia in his strong warm arms, she felt like she could forgive whatever gods or genetics that were to blame for her accursed body. A flash of red caught Lydia's eye and she ungraciously scrambled to her feet. She kept to the shadows as she crept toward the end of the alley that opened into the street, edging around a dumpster with its lid closed against the rain. Sure enough, it was Callie. Her vibrant red- orange wrap dress hugging her succulent curves made her stand out like a drop of sunlight in the dreary evening rain. Even the way she turned frantically on the intersection's corner sent her red hair tossing harmoniously with the flapping of the hem of her dress. Her oversized bust jiggled in tandem with her stirrings. She had time to grab an umbrella, because looking for her friend who had just stormed out apparently wasn't really anything to rush over. She wouldn't find Lydia though. That was one good thing about being small. She was good at hiding. It was probably because they had once been such good friends that Lydia's current feelings towards Callie had soured so much. If the redhead did find her, Lydia was a little afraid of what she might do. A voice, dulled by distance and white noise, just barely made it to Lydia's ears from her hiding spot in the shadows of the alley. She could not make out words, but she recognized its timber and pitch. She spotted Jan on the far corner of the intersection waving and calling to Callie. Callie shook her head solemnly and waited as Jan crossed the road to meet her. Callie offered to share her umbrella, but he turned her down. Jan was already soaking wet like Lydia. Begrudgingly Lydia had to admit that they looked the better couple. Where Lydia and Jan had some of that "mismatched couple" charm, Callie's elegant beauty synergized with Jan's handsome good looks in a way that Lydia never could. The rain only seemed to enhance the ruggedness of Jan's short black hair and well defined jaw. His stature was strong without being imposing or overwhelming but you could still tell through his classic white button down shirt that he worked out. He made simple trousers look classy even when wet, and the memory of the massive snake hiding inside made Lydia squirm just thinking about it. Even that was better matched by Callie's assets than Lydia's diminutive frame. The two subjects of Lydia's observation finished their exchange and set off together back to the restaurant where Jan had dumped Lydia less than an hour before. The despairing girl slid back to the ground ultimately huddling into the corner between the wall and the side of the dumpster. "I just want to disappear..." she lamented to herself. "I can arrange for that." Lydia jumped at the sound of a too-chipper voice coming from over her head. A boy with short silver hair peered down at her from over the edge of the dumpster. He seemed to be laying on it unconcernedly. Between his sudden appearance and his offer, Lydia found herself taken aback. "I... uh... Well, I didn't..." she stammered. "Oh, but wouldn't it be great if we took those two with us, too?" He suggested gleefully. "It's their fault you feel this way, right?" Lydia slowly nodded. But what would this strange boy do? She was getting some unsettling vibes from the way his eyes never seemed to open further than a squint. And then there was that smile. But the idea of getting even with Callie and Jan for robbing her of her happiness did have a twisted appeal. "Alright..." she admitted slowly, "yeah, let's do it..." The boy giggled- no, he cackled. Rolling off the top of the dumpster, he stuck the landing with an over dramatic pose. He wore dress overalls under a fancy looking jacket, like a showman, but his size and age made it look more like he was playing dress-up. That awkwardness was uncomfortably familiar to Lydia. "Great! Follow me." He turned promptly on his heel and strutted back down the alley deeper into the shadows. "Uh... isn't that a dead end?" Lydia asked suddenly rather hesitant. "When we feel our lowest, every path looks like a dead end, Miss." Lydia couldn't argue with that logic, though it felt strange hearing it from a child. She certainly felt she had nowhere else to go anyway. She stepped further into the darkness until her eyes adjusted enough to see the boy standing at the end with his back to the wall, facing her. He offered one hand. Lydia cautiously placed her own hand into his outstretched palm and he lead her index finger almost sensually into his mouth. Then suddenly, she felt a prick. Did he just bite me? She tried to jerk back on reaction, and though her shoulder moved, her hand stayed in the boy's grip and instead her arm stretched unnaturally. Lydia tried to scream, but no sound came out and her vision swam. An undefined period of time later, Lydia regained consciousness. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. It was still raining, so it couldn't have been too long. The boy was worryingly nowhere to be seen. She wanted to look around more closely, but was alarmed to find her body no longer moved as she willed. She heard her voice giggle- no, cackle. "There now," she heard her voice tell herself as she seemed to examine her own hands. "With a bit of new perspective, I'm sure I'll see the world in a totally new way!" Lydia's mind panicked, but with no motor control, she was effectively trapped inside herself. Without any further instruction from her mind, Lydia's body set off for home, humming a tune she had never heard before. ---- "Hey, Callie." Lydia's voice. Lydia herself had already given up trying to take back control of her body over the last twenty four hours. She had instead resigned herself to hoping that the boy(?) that was moving her wouldn't do anything to make her regret her life choices any more than she already did. But from where she stood, hearing herself call up her traitorous ex-friend, she was not optimistic. "Yesterday was kinda... well... I think we need to talk." "Y...you want to talk?" The surprise in Callie's voice came through over the phone speaker. "Yeah, are you at your place right now?" Lydia's voice asked. "Um..." Callie hesitated, but the distinct sound of the antique grandfather clock sounding the hour in the background gave her away. Lydia felt her lips smile. It was hardly the first time in the last twenty some hours, but seeing the boy take advantage of her memories still terrified Lydia. Recognizing that the grandfather clock Callie inherited from her deceased father could be a tell for her location was clever, perhaps too clever for Lydia herself. Planning to call just then to listen for it, was downright devious. "Yeah... I'm at home," Callie admitted having little leeway to lie. "But I'm heading out shortly, so I can't really talk right now." The door in front of Lydia opened and Callie yelped, dropping her now unnecessary phone. "Don't worry," Lydia smiled innocently and hung up her own cell, "I won't keep you long." She felt herself advance predatorily into the apartment and Callie reeled backwards in alarm. The bustier girl tripped over the arm of her couch and fell backwards. Lydia closed and locked the door behind her. "L-Lydia, I'm sorry you had to go through that, b-but it just wasn't going to work out. You wouldn't understand how we-" Lydia closed the distance, standing over Callie's panicked form. The way Callie had fallen with her legs propped up over the arm of the couch gave Lydia easy access under Callie's short skirt. Her arms struck out, reaching to grab at her silk panties. Lydia hauled them off, to their former wearer's surprise. "Huh? What are you-?" Callie sputtered. Lydia recoiled inside at the thought of sexual contact with another girl but her body continued on its own, leaning in between Callie's legs to lick at her ex-friend's bare pussy. Callie's voice throttled into a moan. "Aahh...! How... why are you so good at...?" she gasped. "We thought... you said you were...nnhnn!" Encouraged by the ample moisture, Lydia's lips and tongue continued their assault on Callie's pussy. The salty-bitter taste of another woman was repulsive and the very thought of lesbianism filled Lydia with disgust and contempt. Homosexually simply couldn't work! It was wrong! And yet, her body, commanded presumably by that boy from before, continued to make her tongue lap enthusiastically at Callie's cunt. Was this torture something Lydia had earned? For the selfishness of wanting Jan for herself? Lydia felt one of her own hands drift under the hem of her own one- piece dress and begin fingering her snatch. Finally, she felt the other girl convulse and vaginal fluid actually squirted out. Almost distracted by Callie's orgasm, Lydia's internal attention was suddenly wrenched by a bizarre feeling of fullness in her pelvis. The sensation seemed to slowly push down her uterus till it forced her pussy lips to spread on their own to let it through. In her fingers, she felt it. A cock. A male reproductive organ had pushed through her female reproductive track and emerged into the air! It must be the boy's! Lydia realized with horror. But as the cunnilingus hardly seemed like a punishment for Callie's affronts against Lydia, the prospect of fucking her more literally awoke a terrifying arousal in Lydia's mind. Her eagerness to use the tool to reap her vengeance quickly overpowered her alarm. Lydia felt her self straighten up and lift her dress to show Callie what was coming next. The boy's member must have been nine or ten inches long. If not for the throbbing pulse Lydia felt in her hand as she cradled it, she might have thought it a toy by its comical size. Callie's eyes widened. "Where did-? How is-? What are you-? Wait... it couldn't be-" So many questions blossomed in that moment that the curvaceous girl could not pick one to start with. In the end she did not get a chance to ask any. Lydia felt her hips move forward. She bent back Callie's knees over her chest and drove the thick cock into Callie's cunt. The other girl's gurgling cry was almost enough to make up for the fact that Lydia herself could not feel the sensations of her cock penetrating her partner. Despite that, the grinding of the shaft against her own walls and the occasional meeting of her clit with Callie's was pleasurable enough for Lydia to climax on her own several times before the boy inside of her finally orgasmed. Lydia felt the boy swell between her pussy lips and her voice groaned. She saw his ejaculation pump more and more of his seed into Callie's vulnerability, so much so that he filled her up and his sperm began leaking out around his girth. He pulled out, but he wasn't done yet. Lydia felt her fingers take over massaging the hot sticky rod and it spewed more white fluids over Callie's panting form. While she could not feel the penis directly, Lydia was amazed at how empowered she felt fucking Callie, despite not actually being in control of herself at all. Bearing down on her while she squirmed and moaned had felt gratifying and the stimulation of her own lady parts along the way just added to her enjoyment. Lydia's lips twisted into a smile. It was the only warning Lydia had before she felt her body pounce on Callie once more. The dick, having never softened plunged back into Callie's pussy and she cried out in alarm, both for not expecting the second attack and for still being sensitive after the first creampie. Lydia leaned in over her victim this time and stole a kiss. Her tongue danced in Callie's mouth till she caught her partner's tongue between Lydia's lips. Callie's eyes flew open in what Lydia imagined was probably a pricking sensation. Lydia felt her hips continue pounding Callie's cum logged pussy as she watched her ex-friend deflate before her eyes starting from her mouth. The deflation rapidly spread through Callie, claiming her head, then torso. As it reached her pelvis, the boy came again, giving Lydia the surreal view of his jizz spilling out under empty skin. When he finished, Lydia picked Callie's skin from his cock and extracted it from its clothes. Seeing her body hold it up before her gave Lydia an uncomfortable notion of what had happened to her in that alley. She carried it to Callie's bathroom where she let the cum drain out Callie's hollow mouth into the toilet. "See, this is why you don't drink more boy juice than you can stomach, Callie," Lydia heard herself giggle, amused by her own joke. Inside though, she herself thought it in poor taste. Cleaned out, Lydia saw herself in the mirror holding up Callie's skin in front of her own body. "'I've always admired Callie's soft curves and big perky breasts,'" she heard herself confess. "'I'm a woman, but with the way I am, I don't feel like a woman. Just once, I wish I could feel like a real woman.'" Lydia smiled at herself. Those were thoughts she had had. She remembered them clearly. They weren't even that long ago. It was embarrassing to hear them out loud though. She had been ashamed to even think them at the time. But she could not deny her true feelings, however dark or ugly they may be. As she let her body move itself, she wondered: would it feel good to have Callie's proportions? To have those large tits, plump thighs, a wide ass, the assets of a proper woman? Would she finally feel like a real woman and not the dolled up child as everyone always seemed to see her? Lydia expected putting on Callie's skin to feel gross; the idea of putting on another human's skin was a thing of horror! However, the building anticipation drowned out any token revulsion. She felt her legs slip inside Callie's one by one. As she pulled the skin up around her waist, she felt her legs morph, growing thicker and longer. In the mirror, she could see them filling out till they were Callie's normal legs again. Smooth shaven and just the right shape to drive men wild. She watched almost curiously as she felt herself tuck the boy's penis back inside her own pussy before pulling the skin up over her waist. She felt her butt bloom into Callie's shapely ass. Lydia drove her arms into the skin's empty sleeves, her own desire finally aligned with her puppeteer's such that she no longer felt herself manipulated, but merely moving as she meant to. The shoulders topped her's and she felt weight pull on them and her neck and back. She looked down to see the expanse of breasts just as they finished returning to life. Just a slight shift of her shoulders sent the mammaries jiggling delightfully. Lydia looked at herself in the mirror. Her head topped Callie's body, and she pulled Callie's still deflated head as far to the side as she dared stretch the skin about her neck. This was what she might have looked like if she had developed properly. She tried to strike a pose, but her normally photogenic smile buckled. Were those... tears? She was crying, Lydia realized with a start. She looked at herself in the mirror again through her misty eyes and finally saw what her heart already knew. Callie's alluring proportions were an ill fit for her own head to the point where the image of her reflection as a whole was jarring. It was as if the laws of the world had decreed that Lydia simply was not meant to have this kind of body, even through supernatural means. The beauty that Lydia idolized would never be hers. Not as herself at least. Lydia did her best to wipe away her tears before diving inside Callie's head, no longer wanting to see her mismatched reflection. However the skin worked, she opened her eyes to new light. Callie stared back at her reflection and in her eyes, Lydia saw the veiled combination of awe, horror, and a hint of amusement. The Callie in the mirror finished adjusting the skin till it was flawless, her movements no longer under Lydia's command. When she was satisfied, she struck the same pose Lydia had attempted before, thrusting out her chest and her butt to accentuate those assets. This time, Callie owned it; it was her own body after all. She smiled, pleased at the result. Though Lydia felt Callie's lips move, she did not share her puppeteer's pleasure. She finally had the bust and curves she always wanted, but they were not hers. Knowing they would never be hers drained much of her enthusiasm, and incited a moment of existential panic. What if the boy never let her go? She was powerless as she was, and if the boy wished it, he could live as her (or Callie) forever. As she mulled over those thoughts, she noticed Callie was on the move. Callie returned to her apartment living room where she picked up the cum soiled clothes from the couch. "Well, I can't very well wear these anymore," Lydia heard her muse aloud. "Just have to pick out something else." She glanced at the grandfather clock against the wall. "Hm... I was hoping I might enjoy myself a bit, but Lydia's intrusion took up more time than I expected. I need to get ready to meet with Jan soon!" So she said, but Lydia realized that though she had no knowledge of Callie's schedule herself even while wearing her skin, their mutual puppeteer seemed to have access to Callie's memories. Lydia found herself disappointed. She had hoped that, if she could get a glimpse inside Callie's head, maybe she could find a good reason to justify why she had stolen away Jan. A part of her, Lydia realized, was afraid that Callie might just love Jan. In which case, would she still be justified in blaming her sorrows on them? Yet another part of her invented a scenario where Callie was actually trying to save her from Jan who was actually a bad guy planning on abusing her. That part was quickly snuffed out. Ultimately her introspection led her to the painful conclusion that she only wanted Callie and Jan to be in the wrong to feel bad for herself - to be the victim that she felt she was. Anything else would mean that she was wrong, not them. If she had control over the body she inhabited, she would have shook her head to try to banish that line of thought. Instead all she could do was focus on Callie, her envy of her friend's bountiful blessings burning brighter for having finally had a taste of them. Callie's date preparations were largely ordinary for a healthy young woman. After setting her dirty clothes to wash, she took a shower. She spent a few minutes in the nude debating over what to wear in lieu of her previous attire, but eventually settled on a nice evening dress in a deep navy blue that complemented her fiery hair and pale skin. She did her make up, picked out jewelry and shoes and by then it was time to head out. ---- Jan looked as devilishly handsome as always, but he seemed different from what Lydia was used to. "Are you sure we still need to do this?" he asked anxiously. His confidence from before was all but missing. "You don't think Lydia would do something drastic do you?" Considering what Lydia had ended up doing in the wake of their breakup, she could not blame Jan for being nervous, but the way he showed it seemed strange to her. Callie took it in stride however. "She called me earlier today," the redhead mentioned unconcernedly sipping some wine. Their fancy dinner had been delectable so far, though Lydia cringed internally every time Callie went for some of the asparagus. "She asked how long I had been sleeping with you." "And did you tell her?" Lydia's heart sank. So they had been cheating behind her back. Callie just laughed. "You think she would believe me if I told her we had been together since college?" Jan seemed to concede the point. Lydia would have stared if she had control over her eyes. 'Since college?' She couldn't wrap her mind around that. It would imply that Callie's betrayal went back as far as when Lydia and Jan first met. No, even before that. While consoling Lydia after her last failed confession in college, Callie had claimed that she had never been with a boy either! Given her looks, Lydia had been skeptical, but at the time, she was willing to take her friend's word for it. What a fool she had been! Of course Callie would have been sleeping around. With a body like this, she could have gotten any man she wanted with a crook of her finger and a wink. Lydia's internal seething continued independent of Callie and Jan's date till another line of dialogue brought her out of her rage spiral. They had finished dinner and had settled down back in Callie's apartment for the evening. "Was this really the best thing for her?" Jan asked. "For Lydia?" "Yeah. I feel bad hurting her like that, even if you had to take the brunt of her ire." Callie got off the couch and knelt between Jan's knees. She began sensually massaging his groin as their conversation continued. "Isn't it a little late to worry about that?" Jan seemed to enjoy the attention as any man would. "Maybe not. She might be a little narrow minded, but she was still our friend and I didn't like hiding our relationship from her even back then." "You heard her back then. She ripped on the open lesbians at school like it was her job!" Callie contested, unzipping Jan's pants and fishing out his long hard cock. Jan seemed to struggle between looking petulant about Callie's comment and showing his pleasure on his face. Callie grinned, knowing that her sensual touch had stifled Jan's protests on the matter and allowed her to put her full attention to a blowjob. She rose from her haunches and Lydia got to experience giving a tit job for what might be the only time in her life. Through the feeling of Callie's breasts bouncing around Jan's cock, Lydia could feel the shaft stiffen till it burst. Callie let the fountain of white shower her face and breasts for a moment before clamping her lips over the tip and drinking down the rest. It seemed to go on for minutes; far longer than he had lasted with Lydia for sure! Finally, the stream subsided and Callie licked her lips. She glanced up at Jan through her white-and-red locks. "Finally emptied your tank?" Jan nodded wearily. "Ha... shit. I still don't understand how it works, but this is the most incredible dildo I've ever used!" Most incredible what? Lydia's eyes would have bugged out if they could as Callie clamped her breasts around the still hard shaft and pulled back with her upper body. Jan groaned a bit and his dick seemed to get longer until Lydia realized it was not growing, but coming out entirely. Callie playfully licked the tip still, poking out from the top of her cleavage before fishing the rest of it out it out and setting the large dildo aside. Lydia could hardly believe it. Was it a cock sheath? Was he actually really small maybe? But the other end was also clearly a dildo. Her mind strove to find an explanation or rather, an explanation that she could accept. Callie wasn't going to wait for her though. Jan made to stand up, but Callie pushed him back down. "I have a surprise for you today, darling," she purred, taking off her heels to mount the couch. Standing up over top of his lap put her crotch right in his face, and she lifted her dress till he had access to her femininity. "Your turn, babe." Jan raised an eyebrow, but seemed content to comply, leaning in to suck on the buxom redhead's already juicy cunt. Callie let him do his thing for a bit. Then she licked her lips. Lydia recognized the sensation from before. It started with a fullness in her pelvis that slowly descended, and her pleasure centers heated up along the way. Finally, she felt Callie's lips spread further than Jan's tongue could manage on his own. With an extra push, the boy's cock slid out of Callie's pussy and into Jan's mouth in the same motion. Jan looked alarmed and confused, but Callie grabbed his head and kept him bobbing on her new shaft. "Do you like it, hun?" She cooed, "I didn't want be catching all the time so I got one for myself as well." Callie bit her lip, coming to a quick first climax. Lydia watched in muted amazement as the boy hiding inside two skins came once more, flooding Jan's mouth. The ropey white juices spilled down his chin and covered the front of his dress shirt, pooling in his lap. When she finished, Callie pulled out of Jan's mouth and crouched in his lap to kiss him. Lydia tasted the cum for the first time on Callie's tongue. "New flavor of jizz, too," she added to her still somewhat stunned lover. "Now, there's still plenty more where that came from!" Jan finally rediscovered his voice as Callie climbed down from the couch. "That was... wow. How did you hide it inside though?" Callie put a playful finger to his lips. "Less talking, more fucking. Now spread 'em." Jan made to unbutton his pants, but once again Callie stopped him. "There's already a perfectly functional hole here, right?" Callie jammed a finger into Jan's open fly and he yelped. There were boxers in the way, but Lydia felt a curious moist springiness from the brief contact Callie's fingers had inside. In a show of surprising flexibility, Jan slouched on the couch and spread his legs wide. Her dress propped up out of the way purely by her erection, Callie guided her dick into Jan's fly, threading it through the opening in the front of his boxers. As she eased forward with her hips, that springy barrier gave way and Callie plunged her dick in deeper till her crotch touched Jan's trousers. Jan breathed out a sigh of pleasure. Callie drilled her man on the couch, thrusting her hard dick inside him over and over till Lydia could no longer deny the fact that the man she was in love with up till yesterday did in fact have a vagina. Trying to reason out why however evaded her as the feeling of the boy's cock passing through her own vaginal walls and grinding against her feminine lips scattered most attempts at logical thought. When their copulation came to their climax, the boy did not hesitate to let his semen pump into Jan's womb and fill his uterus till it once more sprayed out and made a mess. "Mhmm..." Callie voiced a soft pleasured moan. "Not that it isn't hot to roleplay, but why don't we drop the act now and enjoy some time as our real selves?" That was the missing piece Lydia had begun to suspect but did not want to admit. In her helpless state, she watched as Callie helped Jan out of his sticky clothes and then reached up around his neck. Her fingers found the small tab that even Lydia's intimate touch had previously failed to notice. Callie drew down the chuck, and pulled it open at the nape of the neck. Jan's facial features melted as the mask pulled away from the one giving it form. From Jan's bush of black hair emerged Jane's own long, silky black locks. Her normally straight hair was disheveled having just come out of the disguise and the sweat glistened on her tanned skin giving it an ethereal shine. Jane wasn't as well endowed as Callie, but she was still big enough by Lydia's standards. How she packed that boobage inside Jan's firm but mostly flat pectorals was a mystery. She pulled Jan's skin down off of her hips, and Lydia noticed the remnants of the boy's cum still leaking a bit from her cunt. The tallest of the three, Jane's legs seemed to go on forever as she shed the last part of the skinsuit and set it aside. Callie offered no resistance as Jane swayed up and stole back a kiss. In their closeness, Lydia could feel Callie's breasts pressing against Jane's and their hands felt each other all over. With Jane's help, Callie removed her dress and doffed her lingerie. She made a little show of it, which only highlighted the incongruous fat cock that still poked out of her womanhood. Both naked, they resumed their passionate love making. Overtime, Lydia's revulsion against the homoerotic ride she had found herself forced on grew desensitized and she started to notice new things about her friends. Innocent things, like the little mole on the inside of Jane's thigh, and naughty things, like how Callie could almost fit her whole fist into Jane's pussy, that all came together in a better understanding of her friends. An understanding that a lifetime of mere 'meetups' would never have taught her. By the time the two hot lesbians had run out of steam, laying on Callie's bed panting and staring into each other's eyes, Lydia had made peace with the relationship they had hid from her. When she saw how Jane's expression was filled with an adoration Lydia had never seen before, she realized just how 'narrow minded' she really had been to condemn homosexuality without really understanding it. In her zen-like stupor, sharing in her friends' exhaustion, she wondered if her aversion hadn't been from a fear that a lesbian relationship would just remind Lydia of all the womanly qualities she herself lacked. That she let such a jealousy force her unreasonable stances on her friends left her heartbroken and remorseful. Lydia felt herself drifting from consciousness. A small part of her wondered if it was the boy's consciousness that was dragging her with him, or if he could still be awake while she slept. It was not as if she was contributing at this point, even her body was just along for the ride. Whichever was the case, Lydia found she could not stay awake any longer. ---- Rousing from a dreamless sleep, Lydia sat up groggily on the bed and rubbed her unfocused eyes. In the yet unalert state of her pre-boot up cycle, Lydia glanced at the two other bodies with whom she shared the bed and it took a few moments for her brain to wake up. Callie and Jane lay wrapped in each others embrace, limbs entwined in a way that looked uncomfortable to Lydia, but they both seemed content. Suddenly, Lydia raised her own hand within her field of view, staring at it as if amazed at what she saw. Her awe was more for how she felt though: her body moved fully according to her will once more. Assuming the boy wasn't simply playing her by reading her intentions and pretending to move how she wanted, she was free of him. Lydia looked about at her surroundings next. A fairly typical girl's room, there were plush toys atop dressers, an expensive makeup kit in front of a dressing stand, and enough random articles of clothing strewn about to tell the story of a girl with not enough time to decide what to wear. She remembered coming into Callie's bedroom, a passenger inside Callie herself at the time, and fornicating with Jane on the bed before falling asleep. Lydia picked up a slightly sour scent and traced it to lingering cum stains on the sheets they slept on. Feeling her lower body waking up, Lydia carefully crawled off the bed to borrow Callie's bathroom and when she returned, found her movements had woken her friends. Jane jerked back in alarm when she noticed Lydia and realized all three of them were naked. Callie was still half asleep and just stared blankly at their surprise guest. Before Jane could say anything though, Lydia held up a hand and stopped her. She needed to say her piece first. "I'm sorry," she started slowly. She was still a bit drowsy herself, but she stumbled through what she wanted to communicate somehow. "I've been holding you two back without realizing it out of my own selfishness. I said things about gays- about 'homosexuals...?' that were hurtful and ultimately ignorant in more ways than I realized. I don't know if it was his intention or not, but that kid showed me how wrong that was. Or rather, he helped me listen to you guys and you guys showed me how wrong I was, and I now totally understand why you might want me out of your lives together..." Lydia felt herself welling up. Her face flushed in shame and she started to flee towards the door but Jane jumped off the bed and caught her, scooping her up in a tight hug before setting her back down on the bed next to Callie. "Don't go," Jane pleaded in a whisper. "Don't... don't be so hard on yourself, Lydia. I don't know how you ended up here or what you saw, but I know you're blaming yourself for things you didn't really have control over. No... I won't let you take all the blame for this. We're equally at fault." It was Callie's turn to hug her. "We shouldn't have hid our relationship from you," she admitted softly, having woken up enough to be part of this heart-to-heart. "Definitely not as long as we did. And it was even worse of us to think we would all be better off splitting up with you. We were... are the Three Muskettes after all." "That's right," Jane added. "I'm not sure what got into us recently, but we hid our relationship from you because we both wanted to stay friends with you, not in spite of you. We agreed that our friendship with you was just as important as our feelings for each other. So to that end, I'm sorry as well. And I'm sorry we tried to deceive you with Jan, and worse, hurt you in doing so." She turned to Callie expecting the redhead to echo her remonstration, but Callie seemed thoughtful instead. "Callie?" She blinked, returning from lost in thought, and shared what she had been contemplating. "Oh! I was just remembering last night... I agree that we were wrong and I'm sorry for not stopping our stupid idea before it caused real harm... but I'm also thinking that maybe all three of us got played..." Jane looked confused, but Lydia was starting to piece it together herself. "Lydia, you were acting pretty strange yesterday yourself, and just now you mentioned a kid. Did he have silver hair and never seemed to open his eyes?" Lydia gasped. "Yes, that was him!" "Oh, he was the one who gave us the Jan suit!" Jane exclaimed, seeming to finally catch on. "I seem to recall him saying something about burning the old so that the new can grow better. Do you think he might have..." They fell silent. It was hard to imagine what that enigmatic boy had intended, but assuming they were all truly themselves again, he had done them a great service. If that were the case, perhaps Lydia could forgive him for taking over her body the way he had. She nodded to herself. Yes, that was what she wanted to believe. "So..." Callie started, only to be interrupted by a growling from her stomach. "Who wants breakfast?" It felt like it had been forever since they had all shared a fit of giggles like that. While the three girls expected to find Callie's couch still a mess from their extra messy activities from the evening prior, they were surprised to see that the boy had left the Jan suit in their care still as well. Lydia picked it up with intense curiosity. "How do you think it works? How is it made?" She turned it over, recalling her own experience with the boy's suits. "You don't suppose he was real at one point?" Jane nearly dropped her spatula, but Callie waved dismissively. "I find I'm much happier not thinking too much about any of those things," she declared. "It's out of our hands regardless." Suddenly her mouth turned up in a devilish grin. "You know, it would be a shame to just get rid of it. Irresponsible even. Who knows what some random person might do with a suit that makes you look just like someone else." Jane gave her a hapless look before returning to cracking eggs into a bowl. "You just don't want to give it up." "Hey, Lydia. Try putting him on. I want to see if it still works even with the size difference!" Callie proposed excitedly. "You're having way too much fun with this." Lydia turned Jan so she faced his back again. The seam was clearly visible. Though she was ready to accept Jane and Callie's relationship, putting this on went far beyond a question of homosexuality and Lydia didn't know how to classify it anymore. Would she be a man if she wore it? Did her times having sex with Jan in the past count as heterosexual or homosexual if Jane was the one under his skin? It hurt her head to worry about. Maybe Callie had the right idea. Maybe she was thinking too had about it. It had felt good, regardless of the semantics of the situation, and in the end, wasn't that what mattered? Lydia pried the seam open wider. Seeing Jan's bare flesh (fake flesh?) reminded her suddenly that all three of them were still naked themselves (well, Jane had put on an apron to cook). She had never previously been this comfortable being nude with anyone, even Callie and Jane. Even when she laid with Jan she had still felt self conscious, but between waking up and now, she had barely noticed. Perhaps it was a sign that her relationship with her friends had reached a new level. Maybe it was Lydia herself that had changed, too. Either way, Lydia finally felt ready to embrace that change. She took a step forward. She was ready for the change to embrace her.