The halls of Mithras University were crowded as usual. The prestigious institution of learning, this university of the arts was swamped with people making their way on their education in the finest of arts. Students of Aldenmar Heights usually flowed directly into the movie and arts business, and it was directly linked to Hollywood. There was an art department, an acting department, and much, much more.
Walking amongst the crowded halls of this fabled institution was Genevieve Elizabeth Donaghy Called “Genny” by her friends, in most ways she did look like a stereotypical arts student. Bright red hair under a beret with thick rimmed glasses with her lipstick matching her hair. It stretched down just past her chin with the left side being longer than the right side in a fishtail braid and straight on the other side.
She was one meter 75 long, and of a surprisingly athletic build for an artist. While not what you’d call muscular, her body definitely showed a healthy sense of fitness. When she wasn’t creating her own masterpieces, she spent her time running along the wooded paths of the university. But her passion was to create and craft creatures. Ever since she was young she adored the idea of being a kind of wizard, creating creatures and beasts.
She entered her own workshop, a standard, slightly cramped place that every makeup artist had. Lining the walls were her prized creations. Masks and chest pieces of creatures and monster galore. Slimy looking water beasts to a more standard “human face with appliances attached” setup straight from Star Trek.
Genny was a makeup artist in her own domain. On the far end of the room was her next masterpiece on a stand. Compared to her monster fare it was far more mundane, but that would belie the complexity of the work that went into it. Especially since it wasn’t just a head, it was a combined face and chest piece that stretched all the way to the thick hips.
It was a paler skin tone compared to Genny, too, with a light asiatic fold to her eyes. The skinsuit was of equal height to her, but with two sizes added up front and in the back to make it far more curvier than Genny herself. She was in the stages of adding the final layers of colour to it all, specifically around the belly. As she sat down at her desk she reached for some paint and started to add some life to the belly area as finishing touches.
The skinsuit’s face was her point of pride, as close to the real thing as the perfectionist artist could make it. And she knew the figure behind the face well. The black hair with purple streaks wrapped into two buns on each side with two individual locks of hair running down to just above her breasts, one on each side. The colour matched the dark lips belonging to the skinsuit that almost seemed to have its corners wrapped
That was a perfect recreation of Patricia “Pixie” Sato, her best friend from youth. The only part that was missing was her feet, otherwise it was a perfect skinsuit recreation of her BFF. But those feet would be covered up with Patricia’s iconic combat boots so no one would know a thing. Especially with the new voice technology wrapped up into this skinsuit that would make her sound just like the up beat half-Japanese girl.
Still, staring at her best friend’s tits from this close always ended up making her somewhat…kinky. Not too much, but now watching the firm E-cup breasts in front of her in their finalized form she jokingly leaned in to lick one of the nipples, finding it quite enjoyable not in a sensual way, but more in the way of a joke. “Oooh Pixieee, I like your nipples…”. She slid her face in between the two boobs jiggling while continuing to giggle in a childish tone
There was a loud BANG behind her and the door violently swung open.
“HEYOOOO!” The woman shouted loudly and trotted into the room, turning around and slamming the door behind her.
Genni twitched herself upright, looking pissed and frustrated.
“I told you, NOT TO BURST INTO MY ROOM WHEN I’M WORKING, PIXIE!”
Standing there was the real person of whom the skinsuit was based. Patricia Sato, called Pixie by everyone around, barged into the room with a bunch of clothes under her shoulder.
She had a bounce to every step even though her clothes were mostly black and white. She threw the clothes onto a chair and immediately flashed finger guns at the furious Genni.
Pixie was wearing a Guns & Roses T-shirt, a black and white plaid school skirt, a pair of black socks up to her thighs and a pair of combat boots.
She seemed to be carrying something similar but with the addition of a leather jacket and a pair of sneakers.
“Now how else am I going to get you a spare copy of my clothes for your great switching plans if I can’t enter your room, girl!”
“Well, yes.”
“Am i done yet?”
“Art is never truly done, Pixie…”
“Ya ya ya ya i know ya you want to get it right. Am I done yet?”
“Yes. Ready for the test run today, gonna pick up Ned as you.”
“Where’s the other one you wanted to make, yourself?”
“Right here.” Genny got up and opened a nearby storage closet and retrieved something inside. It was quite strange to see her pull out…herself. A naked copy of Genny, or to be specific, a skinsuit recreation of herself. The C cup breasts, the rather athletic figure with red hair That was in a fishtail braid on her right side and straight on her left side
“We really, really gotta switch some day, I bet you no one would notice!”
“Let’s just begin with me becoming you, all right?”
The two of them had long been comfortable with seeing each other naked without any judgement or giggles.
“Could I…”
“As long as you don’t put it on, sure.”
“Oh come on Genny, it’ll be fun! I’ll try to be as grumpy as you and you can try to see the brighter side of life!”
“Grumpy! I’m not grumpy at all!” Genny grumbled before her grin overpowered her.
“That’s for later though. Did you get all the clothes that I need?”
“Mmhm yep. Even got you a pair of mine pantiesPixie skipped forward, examining the skinsuit of herself. Face to face, it was a perfect recreation of the half-Japanese university student.
“Alight, go be me, Genny! You’ve got my sign of approval!” She gave an enthusiastic thumbs up as Genny was still in the midst of trying to compare the skinsuit’s face with Pixies looking for any standout flaw in her work.
“Okay, here we go then.” Genny removed her iconic beret and started undressing out of her painting gown and the shirt underneath. As her C cups came free, Pixie didn’t even acknowledge her best friend’s nakedness with a smile or a joke. Oftentimes, a naked body made wearing and attaching appliances much easier and thus Pixie had offered to model for her best friend several times.
Genny continued to undress, now standing fully naked with her red bush in the open. Pixie smiled as she lifted herself up.
“Tell me this isn’t about you increasing your breast size by two whole cups, girl.” She teased slightly as she jutted her own E cup chest forward.
Genny picked up the skinsuit of her bestie and had one hand run down the zipper in the back of her neck running down to just above her but crack. Her purple hair buns on both sides still had streaks of black in it, her original hair color.
“Here goes. Time to be you.” Genny opened the hole in the back wide and stepped one foot into the empty skinsuit. Her right foot hit the floor standing in the foot-less legs. It looked distorted and off until the fabric of the skinsuit pulled itself completely tight. Holding up the skinsuit with both hands she slipped the other foot in. Pressing her own vagina against the inside of Pixie’s more shapely camel toe and feeling them merge with a bolt of sexual thrill until her new black bush started to get really wet.
“Is that normal?” Pixie smiled. “Or are you just happy to be me?”
“Augh, yes Pixie, it’s normal, it’s not just a costume, it’s a feckin skinsuit. Fully functional, a perfect recreation of you!” Genny grumbled as she tugged on the arms at the same time, dragging the well-manicured hands with their black nails. She pushed on more and more until her hands merged. She flexed her hands, and Pixie immediately grabbed them to match up.
“Damn…that’s spot on. Now do my titties!” Pixie slipped one hand beneath her shirt and pulled it up, revealing that she didn’t wear any bra. Genny glared for a moment before using her new hands to push down the breasts onto her own. Involuntarily she bit her lips as pleasure seemed to grasp onto her breasts and expand them into the larger ones belonging to the skinsuit.
Pixie’s empty face was hanging in between her breasts. Genni’s face stood on top of Pixie’s naked body, the difference between skin tones definitely noticeable. The real Pixie stood left of her, measuring up her body with her clone.
“Alight, nice, now do the face! Come on, come on!”
Genny reached into the opening behind the hair, pulling the opening wide. Lifting up the face gently she angled her head forward. Pushing two hands on the face she pressed it over her own, tilting her head back as the face pulled together into one
“Ooho…ooooh, damn, I…I…” Her tone changed from the slight Irish accent to Pixie’s more upbeat tones. Pixie didn’t have as much accent as it was a mix of a lot of things, indicating her past of moving from place to place following her dad from military base to military base.
“Hey, it’s me, pixie! Yahoo!” “Pixie” flashed a smile and flashed a V with her left hand.
“Damn, you even got the voice down, but I’m not Mario, girl.”
“Pixie” smirked before mockingly starting to yap in a faux-italian tone. “It’s-a me, PIxieo!”
“Aight, that’s a pretty good me so far.”
“Hey, I know you inside out.”
“Yeah but we need to work on the outside.” Pixie put her shirt back down and pulled off the stack of clothing that she had prepared for her own imposter.
Genny!Pixie got the bundle of clothes from Pixie, she picked up the panties and slide them on, Pixie did not bring a bra for her so she put on the t-shirt, afterwards she picked up the socks and slide them onto her legs up until her thighs, next came the miniskirt pleated schoolgirl skirt which she set just above her hips, the gap between her socks and the skirt showed just a bit of leg, enough to entice those who looked for it.
She then picked up the leather jacket with a bit of questioning face to Pixie who nodded to see if this was okay, when she got the nod, she put it on, it was a somewhat tight leather jacket with a cartoon winged pixie on the back with her name written on it. She put the zipper of the leather jacket just underneath her boobs to highlight them like the real her usually did. Then it came down to the sneakers, it was a pair of black sneakers with purple shoelaces matching her new hair.
“Aight, final check time.” Genny!Pixie did a swirl around and the real her laughed and applauded.
“Congratulations, Genny, it’s a masterpiece! Sooooooo, now what?”
“Well, I want you to head to your room and lock the door. Just…stay there for a while will you, I’ll go text Ned, and Ned will become me. And we finish off by showing off our disguises in public and taking them off. Simple as.”
“Are you sure you can handle the pressure of being me?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be awesome!” She did a fisbump with her real self.
“I always knew you’d like being me better than being yourself.” Genny!Pixie turned around with a furious, un-Pixie-like look on her face while the real her patted her on the shoulder.
“You really have to be better at that. Even with my face, voice and body, you still look like Genny when you’re being angry. Well, toodles, me!” She skipped away and closed the door behind her.
“That girl…sometimes…” Pixie shook her head for a moment but there was a warm smile on her face before grabbing Genny’s phone. She held it to her face but it didn’t auto-unlock for some reason.
“Oh wait, I’m not me.” Pixie giggled as she typed in the unlock code and contacted Ned via text.
[Ned, come over to my workshop, got something cool to show you. XxX, Genny]
Moments later he responded
[Aight, new monster to show off? Great, I’ll be right there, I’m not far off.]
Pixie covered up the Genny suit and then sat down on Gennys chair, facing the door. She thought about her friend who’s form she now possessed and groped herself once again.
“I guess Pixie never wondered why I wanted her titties for myself…ah well, it’s a shame she’s only into men.” Genny’s thoughts strayed to sex with her BFF as they did sometimes, fully knowing in a way that it would never ever come to pass.
However…sex with Ned…as Pixie…
She’d never admit it to anyone, but the largest part of why she set out to impersonate her BFF and have her boyfriend play her was sexual curiosity…and a future Pixie that would want to bang her after all.
That was her future hope. First, she was going to play around with her boyfriend…in both meanings of the word, hopefully.
There was a creaking of wood as the door opened. Genny forced her face into a smile and swiveled on her chair to face Ned.
Edmund “Ned” Springhill the Fifth was someone of noble birth, though he certainly didn’t act like it. Standing at an equal height to his girlfriend, and coincidentally Pixie. His hair was short and brown, and his t-shirt was a finely custom made white one with “Act it. Live it.” in a thick black font on the front. Combined with a pair of jeans, he didn’t stand out much compared to the expressive Pixie and the louder Genny.
Which was good, because unlike his girlfriend he was an actor who liked to sink his teeth into a performance becoming someone else. He had quite some experience with Genny’s monster makeup, and she had been kinky enough to ask him to bang her while he was made up like a kind of fish creature. He had been hesitant because of the weirdness, but the sex was great so he didn’t mind it too much.
“Ah, Pixie. Where’s Genny at?”
“She had to hop out and grab some shit.” Pixie crossed her legs and played with one of the strands of hair that ran down in front of her face. “What can I do for you, Neddy boy?”
Ned raised an eyebrow. “Don’t call me that, Pixie.”
“And yet, I just did. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“Pixie girl.”
‘Niiice, I like it. But Genny will be back soon, surely. In the meantime, how about you and I get to know each other a bit better hmm?” Genny was by no means the acting talent that Ned was, but she knew how to do Pixie by heart as she motioned Ned to sit down next to her.
Ned glanced at her, and Pixie’s smile widened. “Oh fuck. Did he see through me already? Where did I go wrong? DAMN IT!” she thought.
“Get to know each other better? You’re an open book, Pixie, you’ve practically told everyone your life story yet. Even strangers…and fast food workers.”
Genny thought back to the one time Pixie did indeed spill off into a long story while holding up the line at the local Mcdonald’s while both Genny and Ned cringed.
“Yeah, but…have you heard about Genny’s next big project she’s been working on?”
`Nah, she’s kind of kept me out of this workshop since…a week or two, i’d figured.`
“Well good news, cuz the thing she’s been working on, izzzme, Neddy!”
“You?”
“Yeah yeah, yeah! She was like, oh Pixie I wanna be like you and be you and dress like you and stuff! Hey!” Ned glared at her with narrowed eyes. Pixie was being off. Sure, the girl had always been off, but this was too much off even for her.
Pixie glanced back and smiled nervously. “See, I even think it worked, Ned. Genny makes for a good enough Pixie, doesn’t she?”
“Genny?”
Pixie put one thumb in her mouth and stretched out her cheek unnaturally before letting it slap back into place. Then she tugged at her own neck to pull it loose from her own.
“How do ya like my new outfit, Ned?”
“GENNY! WHAT! OH GOD!” Pixie started laughing as her neck snapped back into place and her tone changed from the more low Irish voice to Pixie’s upbeat tone mid laugh.
“GOTCHA!”
“FUCK, THat’s….that’s…amazing. Wow. Is that really you?”
“Mmhm, Ned. I got the real Pixie to lend me some of her clothes. Voice is built into the suit around the neck area. And yeah, it’s all me underneath.”
Ned stared at Pixie as if she actually was a magical being.
“No wonder you were trying to keep me out of your workshop, you were planning on tricking me.”
“Not just you…others too. Do you want to make use of those acting chops of yours to fool people, Ned?”
“I mean, your Pixie could use some work. Sure, you’re her, but in the end you were just laying it on too thick.”
“No no, think bigger, Ned, bigger like these.” Pixie leaned forward, zipped down the jacket, and with both hands spread her jacket wide, followed by lifting up her shirt to let her mounds spring free. Ned immediately averted his gaze. “Eh, that’s not right, those are Pixies.”
“Ned, I know you like girls with bigger breasts than me, I’ve caught you staring at Pixie’s sometimes.”
“Well yeah, but I’m committed to you.” He could hear a shlick schlorp like noise that he couldn’t place. As he looked back, Pixie was still sitting there…yet she also wasn’t. It was Genny staring him down with Pixie’s tits hanging out. Somehow, the skinsuit had merged perfectly with her real skin that hung around her neck.
“Trust me, these tits are mine. I did this for you too, Ned. I wanted to try out being someone else…and yeah, having bigger tits too. It’s quite fun.”
Ned looked back at her.
“Come on, touch them.”
A little smile spread across her face.
“Just to let you know, I’m not into Pixie at all.”
“I know, Ned. Just humour me….and touch Pixie’s tits. Hold on, hold on, let me put her face back on.” Ned looked at his girlfriend who lifted up the mask of her best friend and started fitting it over her face. It stretched and morphed,pulling itself into place until Pixie was back.
“Keep in mind, it’s not cheating if it’s your girlfriend in disg…” Pixie didn’t get to finish her sentence as Ned kissed her on the face and groped both of her breasts while she held him close.
“I have to admit…” Ned looked Pixie in the eye. “It takes some time getting used to your level of creativity, Genny.”
“Call me Pixie…and I’ll call you Genny.” She pushed him off slightly and covered herself up once again.
“Wait, are you suggesting…”
“Oh yes.” Pixie looked back with a smug smile on her face. “We’re down one Genny, and I know just the man to play her.” Pixie yanked at the sheet and revealed her true self…naked and as a skinsuit.
“You have got to be kidding me! Yeah, you make for a good Pixie but there’s no way in hell I can pass for you.”
“Trust me, Ned, these are skinsuits. They’ll turn you into anything. And are you saying you’re doubting my skills?”
“No, its just…”
“Come on then.” Pixie in a very Genny like way lifted the skinsuit off and shoved it into Ned’s hands. Tenderly he touched Gennys face only to have Pixie poke him in the shoulder.
“Come on, get naked, Ned. Time to show how good your acting skills are.”
“What, you want to go out like…this, me as you and you as Pixie.”
“Actually, we had a double dinner date with Rin and Isha tonight. Ned couldn’t make it but luckily you, Genny had your BFF Pixie, me, fill in for him. Come on, it’ll be fun, pranking them and showing off both of our talents at the same time. My art skills, and your acting.”
Ned looked back at PIxie, a bit unsure.
“If it doesn’t work out, I will let you walk away as yourself without issue. Now come on!” Pixie started undressing him, and Ned begrudgingly complied until he was naked. He examined the face of his girlfriend closely.
“Damn” he muttered with a sense of being impressed.
“Thank you very much, Ned. Now get me on.” Ned flipped the skinsuit around, lifting up her hair and fiddling with the zipper in the back. He pulled it down, all the way to Genny’s butt and awkwardly fit one feet into it.
“Wait, no feet?”
“No, now get in, Ned, you won’t regret it.”
He put his other foot into it, pushing down both of them at the same time. He flinched as he could feel this strange suit pull together and compress his masculine legs into Genny’s more thinner ones. Yet his butt was pulled out backward to complete her butt. As he pushed his dick against the suit, it pulled tight. Pixie stood behind him and helped guide his arms into hers. He was still reluctant as his waist was pulled together more and more while his chest expanded to fill up Genny’s C cups. He could feel every bit of her skin, just like it was hers.
“Oh…oh my God, this is actually working.” Ned had become his own girlfriend from the breasts down. He could feel it all, except for his crotch. Pixie circled in front of him and smiled at him as she got on her knees in front of him. She fondled “Genny’s” vagina.
Yeah, I’m good but getting your vagina to be like a female one without access to a male to compare is difficult, but I’m working on it.” She looked up at the empty head of her true form hanging in between Ned’s new breasts.
“Ugh, that looks off, let me get that right.” Pixie stood up and immediately lifted up Genny’s face, pulling it over Neds and starting to press it into place.
“mmhgmf-FUCK! FUCK, GENNY MAYBE TRY WARNING ME NEXT TIME!” In the midst of his outburst the masculine voice turned feminine with a clear irish twang to it. Pixie adjusted Gennys hair and helped his hands into hers, pulling the back tight . Like magic, the skinsuit pulled together into the form of Genny Donaghy. The only thing that stood out were the feet because they had Ned’s skin color, not Genny’s .
“Oh my God, I’m you. I am actually…you!”
“You’re Genny, I’m Pixie, keep that in mind.”
“Okay, yeah, wow alright.”
Genny touched herself all over trying to get a good feel of her new self. As her hand rubbed across her belly the subtle bulge in the middle turned out to be more sensitive than what he had expected.
“Ah! That’s my…that’s my penis.”
“Damn….that stands out a lot more than it should. Should have just gotten me a boyfriend with a smaller dick I guess.”
The backhanded compliment caused Genny to chuckle as Pixie crouched in front of Genny’s pussy with a most “un-pixie like look” on her face of deep concentration. One hand with semi spiked black fingernails reached for Genny’s crotch and soon pushed her hand into it, underneath the skinsuit.
Genny flinched. While she could feel the whole body as if it were her own, the brand new Genny couldn’t feel much around her crotch at all. Pixie reached deeper underneath causing an even bigger bulge underneath the skinsuit as she reached in, grabbed Ned’s dick and guided it out of the skinsuit.
Soon, Ned’s dick with Pixie’s hand wrapped tightly around it as it was pulled into place just in front of the fake folds with red hair on both sides
“There, that should be less noticeable. We can cover that up with ease, looks a lot less noticeable then an obviously dick shaped bulge on your stomach.
“I still can’t believe you’re Pixie, and I’m you.”
“No worries, Ned…Genny. Just wait till you get dressed in my clothes, and then we’ll talk about believing!”
Pixie went to one of her bags and handed Genny one of them.
“This is one of my outfits I picked out for you, I know it is one of your favorites, so I know you would like to wear it”
Genny got the bag from Pixie rifled through it, pulling out the bra and panties first. She blushed a bit, but went ahead nevertheless. She slid her panties over her dick, which minimized the bulge somewhat. It seemed to be strengthened to minimize the bulge. Ned had a bit of a problem with the bra but Pixie helped her get it on.. After that he picked up one of her green t-shirts which had the text “Everybody loves a Irish girl” written on it in white.
She put it on gently and it fit very easily if still a bit tight. Next came the most difficult part which were the pants, a somewhat tight pair of blue jeans. He put them on with a bit of difficulty, even though they were well worn enough to be comfy.. Then he picked up the boots, a pair of black leather ankle boots with a 10 centimeter heel. Thankfully it was one of hers with more of a solid heel, which made it a bit more stable to walk around in. Because Ned had the same shoe size as Genny he at least would not be worried about ill fitting boots.
“And you can use the jacket that I used when I got here” Pixie said, pointing at her short brown leather jacket on the table.
Genny picked it up, and put it on as well, feeling Genny’s smell over her clothes. “Allright, I’ll play you. Shouldn’t be hard to play an easily pissed off Irish girl.”
Pixie stared daggers, seeing Genny’s smug smile in response.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to be Pixie instead, girl?”
“Nothankie, I got this. Wanted to work on MY acting skills as well.” Pixie flashed her finger guns in the exact same way her real self did this morning.
“With these suits and voices…not much acting is needed. Ireland Ireland Irish Guiness drunkenness.”
“At least try your best, Ned! I worked hard on these outfits.”
“Just toying with you, sweetie. You should know better by now.” Genny leaned in and pecked Pixie on the cheek.
“So for practice, let’s just walk to my dorm room as Genny and Pixie.”
“Simple enough. Irish, Irish, im irish and angry.” Genny looked at Pixie who seemed to ignore her teasing this time.
“Aight, let’s go then, BFF.” Genny took the lead, striding out of her own workshop and into the halls of Mithras University.
Pixie followed behind, somewhat nervous in comparison to Genny who had the much harder job of switching genders. But Ned had that endless confidence that attracted Genny to him as she kept in front.
Then, by chance they ran Riniko “Rin” Oda,
Rin is a skinny Japanese girl around 165 cm, but she usually wears high heels to make up for it. Today she was wearing a pair of brown high heeled boots with a stiletto heel, a below the knee white skirt, and a light brown turtleneck, her hair was in her trademark side braid down to her stomach.
“Oh hey Rin. Had some news bout tonight’s double date.” Genny walked up to her and slapped her on the shoulder just a bit too hard. Rin and her girlfriend Isha were notorious pranksters, and Ned was happy to help his girlfriend get back at them and show off her talents at the same time.
“Oh, are you looking to pull out afraid of getting pranked like last week’s Cheese incident?”
“Nah, Ned, he’s sick so I had…”
“ME!” Pixie bounced forward and spread her arms wide while pointing at herself. “After all, we’re so close it’s like practically dating so i could ehm like be the date on the double date. Tadaa, it’s me, Pixie!”
Genny looked at her girlfriend and nodded with a sense of pride. That was a very spot on impersonation of her best friend indeed.
“So, 8 o’clock at the Sunset Salon, straight. We’ll meet the both of you there! Oh, and if we’re gonna be on a date I wanna hold hands, come on Genny!” Pixie grabbed Genny’s hand and rather forcefully dragged her along until they reached her dorm room.
Pixie immediately locked the door behind them using Genny’s keys.
“What was that about?” Genny looked.
“Well, I didn’t want to talk too much to her yet…i wanted to get some time for you and me to practice being other people.”
“I think you’re doing fine, just laying it a bit too thick. Gotta…let Pixie breathe a little. You’re acting like her on her sugar rushes, but that’s not always her. High energy, yes, but not to the degree you’re proposing.
“Ah, any other tips…girl?” Pixie turned around and groped Genny’s crotch elciting a twitch from her real self.
“What…what are you doing?”
“You think I haven’t watched you stare at Pixie’s tits often…or her ass…or her face.”
“O…okay.” For the first time Ned seemed to come off a slight bit insecure. “So I do, sometimes, yeah, and that’s all I do, girl.”
“I know, but wouldn’t you like to do more with Pixie…after all…” She bared her chest and pressed it against Genny’s smaller boobs. “I made this one fully functional for a reason.”
Genny kept blushing but at the same time Ned’s dick, sticking out from her fake folds was starting to assume its full erect length.
“And it’s not cheating if it is your girlfriend underneath…and you’re not yourself either.”
Pixie took off her own jacket and shirt, baring her whole upper body before stepping out of her skirt to reveal her dripping wet pussy.
“Come on, Genny, I need you inside me right now! Ive been dripping ever since I put on Pixie, so come on!”
“Oh, I won’t say no to that.” The redhead stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside. Genny didn’t remove any clothes on her upper body, happy to just slide off her pants and step out of her panties and to reveal Ned’s dick, firmly stuck in place and erect as it could be.
Pixie bounced over to Genny’s bad and laid there with her legs wide and her pussy moist as could be. Genny crawled onto the bed, the massive dick hanging underneath starting to drip with pre-cum.
“Looks like Genny got an upgrade…oh come on, Ned, don’t keep me waiting, stick it IINNNnnnnhg.” Pixie, in a most pixie-like way, had her eyes roll in her head as her BFF penetrated her and started pounding her well lubricated pussy. It was a bit awkward for Genny the amount of bounce her breasts had. Sure, she was wearing a bra, t-shirt and jacket, but it was still a whole new experience to have sex as a woman.
“Hold on, hold on.”
“Ugh what? What?” Pixie exclaimed.”
“I am…having sex with your real vagina, right?”
“Yeah, it’s fully functional like I said, Ne…Genny.”
“Damn, I need a condom then!”
“Ah, it will be fine.”
“Either we switch holes…or I’m getting a condom.”
“Right, okay, fine. I need you inside me, I’m sorry Ned I just…I need your cock.” Pixie immediately began fingering herself. She squirmed, breathing heavily. “I need your cock so much Ned, please hurry up.”
“Kinky girl…” Genny reached for Ned’s secret stash of condoms and with a good expertise and feminine hands slipped on a condom. One of her hands felt up Genny’s tits…that were now his/her own.
“Okay, time to free them up.” She got out of the jacket and t-shirt, and struggled to free her breasts from the confounded bra they were held in. She returned to the masturbating Pixie who had grabbed one of Genny’s dildo’s to aid her furious masturbation.
“Get this bra off me, let me feel your tits bouncing all over the place.”
“You’ll get used to bras, Ned. Let me get that.” She let one hand go loose from the dildo and unhooked Genny’s bra with a kinky smile on her face. Fake Genny liberated her mounds and cupped them..for a moment until Pixie pulled out the dildo and immediately got into a doggystyle position, leaking fluids all over Genny’s bed.
‘Get in me….Genny! Come on!’ Genny lined up her dick with Pixie’s pussy and penetrated her. She was well lubricated and it was effortless to slide deep inside her girlfriend. Genny grabbed her nipples and squeezed them while she was busy rearranging her BFF’s insides with one mighty thrust after another. Until the base of the shaft pressed against Pixie’s folds where he would almost pull out and then pierce her depths again.
Genny was moaning, just like Pixie was, every thrust seemingly bringing a whole world of joy to the two lovers. Pixie’s mouth hung limp and a little bit of drool escaped her mouth. to join the fluids on her bed. Things came to a head when Genny squeezed her bouncing nipples as a joke, not realizing the shock of sexual thrill that would reverb throughout her whole body, flinging him into a frenzied climax of moans and screaming while continuing to squeeze herself dry.
Pixie, the one who had been building up to this moment for a while immediately squirted her own load all over Genny’s cock until it leaked out while Ned as Genny filled up the condom with her tits bouncing all over the place continuing to bang Pixie’s pussy until she had completely blown her load. Pixie toppled over forward, with a completely satisfied look in her eyes and her tongue hanging from her mouth, resting on Genny’s bed..
Genny reached for the condom wrapped around Ned’s dick and pulled it loose, tying a knot in it and chucking it in the garbage. She walked back to the still limp Pixie and chuckled.
The real Genny always ended up basically going into a sort of temporary coma of bliss where she just did nothing for a while. It never ceased to amuse Ned…but they had to get going. Ned delivered a large smack on Pixie’s ass, who flinched and got on her feet.
“What the hell was that for?”
“Wake up, Genny. We have a date to get to, and two roles to practice. Let’s get dressed.”
Genny picked up her bra, and began to put it back on. Once again, she failed miserably.
‘Oh for Christ SAKE!” The outburst was genuine, but it sounded just like something the real Genny could’ve said. Pixie stood up, leaking all the way as she helped Genny put on her bra once again. “Now that was a perfect me, Ned.” Pixie leaned in for a kiss before walking back to clean up the mess she and her lover had made.
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The Sunset Saloon was in cooperation with a nearby cooking school where the students would operate a restaurant and kitchen on Mithras University Not exactly high class, but it was quite popular amongst the students.
Sitting there at a table for four were Rin and her lover Ishita “Isha” Koothrappali
Isha was around 185, with brown hair she usually bundled up on her right side, she still had her tanned skin, because she was of Indian descent. She was today, in something understated with a very tight t-shirt in black, a black leather miniskirt, black high heeled pumps, and stockings.
Rin had changed her outfit; she was now wearing a black above the knee skirt and a white top and black high heeled pumps and stockings, with a black leather coat on her chair.
The two women were reminiscing about pranks they pulled on others, including on Genny. They were kind of expecting something to happen tonight. Nothing too severe, all their pranks were done in good faith rather than actually have any menace and Genny had tried (and failed) to get back at them
“And then the cheese incident.”
The two ladies chuckled as they clinked their wine glasses together with a sense of celebration.
“Good evening ladies….” Genny walked up and motioned at Pixie who walked up and flashed her finger guns at them.
“Ayyy, sup. Heard Neddy boy couldn’t make it so I was like, dinner, aww yes!” Genny looked to her right in annoyance at the words “Neddy boy.” Genny sat at the table opposite Ren while Pixie took the other spot by thudding on the chair.
“Welcome!” Isha shook hands with both of them while Rin merely gave a polite nod. “So, how’s Ned doing?” She turned to Genny with a genuine sense of concern. “He’s not gonna turn out to be hiding under the table to prank us is he?” Isha looked under the table but there wasn nothing to be found.
PIxie kept quiet for the moment, turning to Genny. All she had to do was keep her face straight and concerned, and let Ned do all the talking.
She felt silly for ever doubting her boyfriend’s acting skills.
Genny shook her head. “Ned isn’t in a serious condition, but he was pale as feck and had a running fever. I told him to just get bedrest today and it isn’t over, to call a doctor. So yeah…” She looked away for a moment. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“Best of luck with that.”
Pixie pulled out her phone and started texting the real her.
[Aight, Pixie, I’m at the place, Sunset Saloon]
[Ya, I know, I could see you come in]
Pixie’s eyes went wide. That…that GIRL. She was NOT supposed to be here yet. Fucking HELL, Pixie…me…
“Everything okay Pixie looks like you just sat down into a pie or something?” Rin was the first to respond while Genny looked at Pixie in confusion, just like the real one did.
“I just…someone sent me a dick pick. I need to yell at them in text. One sec.”
[WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU PIXIE WE ONLY JUST FINISHED OUR STARTER ITS NOT TIME YET]
[There’s a little spot near the entrance where you can duck into a corner and just hang out on the floor in the dark, relax, I’m just waaaiting right here for the cue]
[you…]
[don’t you mean me? Now stop being a grump and be more me!]
“Aight, he got his just desserts for his stupid micropenis.”
Rin and Isha glanced at one another while Genny, seeking not to draw further attention focussed on her girlfriend’s failing performance as Pixie.
“So, what are you having for your main course?”
“I don’t know yet, so much choices…”
“I’m thinking, probably something with meat in it.” Genny smiled as she looked over the menu again. There was a short glance at Pixie who was trying to keep herself calm while Rin glanced over with a raised eyebrow.
“Aight, spit it out Pixie, what are you two planning? You seriously are terrible pranksters, can’t keep your face straight at all.”
Pixie feigned outrage mixed with some genuine frustration while Genny just shook her head.
“We were going to find a way to put a laxative in your food. We’d already bribed one of the waiters to slip it in. So yeah, you got us.” Genny looked disappointed but underneath the table kicked Pixie who flinched.
“Eh, yeah…shit, damn.”
Rin laughed, joined by Ishta chuckling gently.
“You two are the worst pranksters possible. Try and keep a straight face next time, helps with the joke.”
Pixie grumbled quietly when Genny kicked her again. Now, she got the message
[double bluff, showtime, Pixie]
[sure it won’t damage your masterwork]
[GET OVER HERE AND UPSTAGE THE SMUG SHITS ALREADY]
[Aye aye me!]
“Yeah, I guess you got us. We really tried this time.”
“Hey, no sweat. You can’t upstage the queens of pranking, no one can.”
“Aight, aight.”
Rin and Isha went back to the menu feeling a bit more relieved. It was by then that the real Pixie had gotten up from her hiding spot and barged at the table.
By no means was Pixie a fantastic actor, but she was pretty good at yelling.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? A FAKE ME!” Everybody in the room got quiet and turned to the loud yelling to see two Pixie’s arguing.
“What, YOU’RE A FAKE! I’M REAL!” Genny!Pixie got up and pushed the real Pixie back somewhat.
“Hey Genny, which one of us is fake and which one is real?” The two of them turned to face the (perfectly acted) confused Genny who muttered a demure “What the fuck…” and looked at Rin and Isha for any kind of help whom sat there mouth agape at what was going on.
“Look, I appreciate you wanting to be me, but that’s like the wrong kind of compliment!”
“Oh yeah you’re just straight up fake! You barely even look like me.”
“Oh and that hair of yours then.” The two pixies got into a shouting match and a confused waiter walked up.
“Do it.” One pixie motioned at another and then one started pulling on the other’s hair. A soft ripping sound could be heard that moved forward as Genny!Pixie’s face started to stretch out and morph. The rip in her skin stretched out as the prankster queens just silently sat there and watched Pixie’s head fall off, revealing Genny on top of Pixie’s body.
Ned!Genny meanwhile put her heels on the table with a loud thud smug smile facing the two girls
“Like they say in Ireland, you may think you own the pub, but you actually own the shed.”
“That’s not Irish at all fer christ sake !”
“Whatever, I’m irish, what are you going to do about it, faker?”
“Rrrghgh!” Genny walked up to her smug imposter and in one clean yank pulled the mask from her face by the hair. Ned continued to lean, smug as all hell with his own face on top of his girlfriend’s body.
“I guess this means the queens of pranking have been dethroned, because you didn’t see that coming.” Genny chucked the mask of her own face at Rin, who continued to sit there completely baffled.
Ned touched his own breasts. “Now that’s convenient, Genny’s breasts are always within reach.”
Isha merely nodded and let out a small clap. “That is…that is some incredible handiwork…and a good prank too. Nice misdirection with the laxative thing..”
“Thank you.” Ned got up and picked up the mask from Rin’s hands. She still had no real response to all of this, especially when Ned put the mask back on. Pushing his head back and pulling the face of his girlfriend over his own, the red hair on both sides a full mess. Once the face was restored, she glanced to the sides to see two Pixies standing there.
“You’re paying for dinner, we’re afraid there’s been a case of identity fraud involved with our credit cards. Goodbye, ladies.” One of the Pixies, who was clearly the fake one, laughed as Genny left the Sunset Saloon, flanked by one Pixie at both sides.
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