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"That's pretty crazy." Katie bluntly stated.
We were sitting at a table in the corner of the food hall, Quentin and Katie across from me, and I had just finished explaining the situation with Sarah. A hesitant silence followed her words.

"… Yeah." Quentin said finally. "That's… so weird."
I just shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of juice.
"Wait, so…" Katie began, still curious. "You said you… 'share' control between each other?"
"Yup. It's just another drop in the ocean of weirdness…" I replied, setting down my glass and slouching on my chair.

"So can this girl, Sarah, can she talk and communicate and stuff?"
I drew a breath to answer, but Sarah took the driver's seat before I could speak.
"I certainly can!" she said, grinning. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Katie."
Katie was taken aback by this sudden change in demeanour, but shook her hand all the same.
"Um… likewise."
"So now you're going around in a girl's body, Alex?" Quentin said, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Not by choice!" I retorted, glaring at him. "We had agreed to separate when I had University, but she seems to have made a habit of hiding in my stuff and jumping out when I least expect it! Just today she'd hidden herself along with these clothes inside my bag, and jumped me when I went to the bathroom!"
"But I'm so bored at home!" She whined, taking control again. "I can't stand sitting there for eight hours waiting for you to come back! And besides…" she slyly uncrossed her legs and rubbed her knees together, "I know you enjoy it… I can feel it you know…"
"We agreed not to tell them that!" I stammered, face burning red. To Quentin and Katie it was like a madman arguing with himself, one person toggling between personalities in an instant.

"Oh you enjoy it do you?" Quentin sniggered, and I gave him the hardest death-glare I could muster from Sarah's delicate features.
"What's not to like?" Katie chimed in, grinning at my humiliation. "You are one hell of a looker, and clearly not afraid to show it off!" she pointed at my uncomfortably exposed thighs and chest, making me cringe all the more.
"I wasn't consulted on what we were wearing today…" I grumbled.
Katie sniggered again, and stood up. "C'mon, we've got a class to attend in fifteen minutes…"

So I ended up sitting between the two of them, trying my hardest to focus on what our tutor was saying, but Sarah was having none of it and started toying with my underwear again. Katie couldn't stop sniggering and Quentin stared unashamedly as Sarah tightened bra straps, pulled socks up and generally did her best to remind me of the insane scenario I was trapped in.

Two hours of fidgeting and an hour of sleeping on the bus later, I dropped my bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed, still exhausted from the day. I wanted to feel angry with her, for breaking our promise, for teasing me endlessly while I was stuck inside her and her clothes, but I couldn't lie to myself: It was exhilarating, in a strange and inexplicable way.

"You still in a huff?" Sarah said, reaching around and unzipping the dress.
"Yes." I snarked back. I wasn't going to admit enjoying today quite yet.
"Ohh c'mon… maybe I can make it up to you…" she tossed her dress aside, kicked off her shoes and slid a hand across her navel and down towards her black lacy panties…
"Maybe you can…"

An hour later we sat curled up on the couch, watching an action film on TV. After I had been rendered giddy and numb with the force of her orgasms, Sarah had got dressed again and this outfit was a little more modest at least; tights underneath denim shorts and a pink t-shirt. I wriggled her toes and marvelled at how comfortable it was, and in response Sarah smiled and stretched her legs out.

Our contentment was interrupted by a knocking on the door.
"I'll get it!" Sarah muttered in jest, and climbed off the couch. It still felt bizarre and alien when she took over, a reminder that the skin I was so cozy in belonged to someone else.

Upon opening the door, we saw a man standing there holding an odd device that beeped and whirred erratically. He was about two feet taller than Sarah, with deep-set blue eyes, the beginnings of a beard and messy black hair. He was thin and uneasy, as he stared into my eyes, seemingly unsure of what to say.
"Yes?" Sarah asked, leaning on the door frame.
"But- you're not… can't be…" he stammered, consulting his weird device again.
"Can I… help you?" she asked, bemused.
After a moment of staring at the beeping instrument, he took a step forward and looked right into my eyes.
"There's no mistaking it. You're a full body suit, aren't you?"
Sarah hesitated, and I said "How do you know that?"
"I've been detecting the energy you give off when you absorb a host, it's been centred here for the last few days." He gave me an angry, piercing look. "You realise what you've done?"

"What are you talking about? 'Absorbed'?" I furrowed my brow, confused. "You'd better come inside and explain yourself."
We stepped into the living room and this strange man sat on the only other chair in the room, on edge.
"Don't act dumb. When a suit binds to a host it completely overrides their movements, their mind, and can't be removed." He pointed at me. "You've just taken someone's body like they were nothing."
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I retaliated. "I'm still here, I don't know what you're talking about!"
The man raised an eyebrow. "You mean… you're the host? You're both in there?"
"Well, yes!"
"And you can take the suit off, at will?"
"If Sarah's in the mood, yes."
He squinted at me again. "Her name is Sarah?"
"It is." The man leant back, seemingly as confused as I was.
"Now, who are you and how do you know about all this?"

He sighed, brushed his jacket down and began. "I'm a scientist, working with the government. Intelligence and Espionage. Specifically, I'm the one developing these devices that can transform human skin into a wearable disguise, perfect in every way, right down to the internal organs. Recently, some of my work was stolen by some grubby thief, and I discovered that he'd used the device on some young woman, for his own purposes." He cleared his throat and opened his shoulder-bag, bringing out a crude tangle of wires, circuit boards and glowing batteries that roughly resembled a gun.

"This." He held it up. "It's a very early prototype, not meant to be used on anything but synthesized test subjects, let alone a live human. But before I tell you any more, can you remove the suit?" He leaned forward, eager. "If you can, this could mean I've made huge leaps forward with this technology."
"Uh… okay, I guess." I stepped into my bedroom, still confused. Sarah obliged, and fifteen seconds of squelching and squeezing later, I threw on my male clothes again.
"Ahh, good to have my body back every now and then…" I murmered, and walked back to the mysterious guy in the living room.

"You're… MALE!?" his eyes widened in surprise. "That's another unanticipated achievement!"
"What do you mean?" I laid Sarah on the table and sat back on the couch, head still spinning.
"I'll start at the beginning. These suits, right? They were intended as disguises for our agents, our people who couldn't infiltrate the criminal syndicates and political powerhouses any other way. They were developed so that we could take a dead corpse, re-animate it with this gun and use it as a second skin. But not just that, " He paused to rub his eye. "They transformed whoever tried to wear them. They, in essence, became that person completely, inside and out."

I looked at the folded skin coiling on the coffee table, grimacing.
The man looked from her back to me and said "As you have so aptly demonstrated, you're transformed back to your normal state when you take it off. But that wasn't always the case. Over time, the suits gained… sentience. They were alive again as long as they were being worn, but when removed they returned to being deceased. And every live test subject I've had has reported that the suit soon starts refusing to let them go, clinging to their life force. Eventually the host has to remove it by force, which results in the consciousness of the suit subduing them and overwriting them, keeping the suit's mind and destroying the host's in the process.

I shuddered. "That's… creepy."
"I know." He reached down and lifted the suit off the table. "But this one, she's alive and conscious, and seems to like you enough to let you out. It seems you didn't fight her so much when she met you." He gave a wry grin, a knowing look, and I turned away embarrassed.
"She said she was cold… I was just helping out."
"How noble of you." He murmered, consulting his energy detector once more. "I must say, it's a completely unexpected success, not only converting a living person to a suit, but having the host change genders in the process of binding together. Very, very impressive."
He placed both the suit gun and the detector back in his bag and stood up.

"I'm going to need to run some tests on her. This could mean great things for my work, and I might be able to perfect the technology within the year!" He made to pick up Sarah, but she recoiled like a suspicious animal, reluctant.
"It's alright, I just need to take you back to my lab, and run some harmless experiments." He pleaded, but Sarah wouldn't budge. He sighed, and looked resignedly at me. "I was hoping to wear the suit myself, but she seems to trust you more, and my experiments will be easier with the host present."
I gave him a suspicious look. "Harmless you say?"
"I swear it."
"Hmm… well, I can't see why not. You've certainly answered a lot of questions I had…"

I reached a hand out to pick her up, but it was she who grabbed on and made her way onto my body again. After more squeezing and stretching, there stood Sarah, mistrust in her eyes as she stared at the man. He just gazed back in ecstatic curiosity.
"Look, uh, Sarah, I know you don't have any reason to trust me… and it's my fault that you're in this state in the first place, but I really need your help. Why don't you go get changed and I'll meet you in my car outside? "