Skin on the beach
Uncertainty halts you in place as your eyes wander around in front of you before you notice at piled, crumbled skin on the sand.
"What is this?" You mumbled, stepping forward towards the edge of the water where the striped pile laid like it was just a jacket stripped off to go for a swim.
"What is this?" You mutter, bending down to scoop up the spilling flesh that seemed to be covered in a thin layer of thick fur and a blubbery sort of warm thickness. "What does this come from?"
The instant your fingers touch to the skin, it started to move. You jolted back, thinking some sort of creature was hiding beneath it or rather still wearing the skin! But, instead it was actually the skin itself responding to the touch. Even as you pulled back, the skin still followed and began to slide onto your fingers.
At first, it felt cold against your fingertips as the cold skin stretched out like a glove overtop of your nails, stretching up the length of each fingertip. "Ugh! Ah! What's happening!?"
The skin just kept crawling up your arm, squeezing around your elbow as it popped into place. You scrunched your eyes closed, feeling a wash of disgust and confusion as the form seemed to swallow you around as the skin bonded to the touch that had awoken it.
"God! What is this!? What is happening!? Ah!" You cried out, feeling such a strange crawling sensation as the skin enveloped your body.
Finally though, it stopped seemingly finished.
For a second, your eyes didn't budge. You stayed in the comforting hold of the darkness that lived behind closed eyelids. "I don't even want to know what just happened to me..." You mutter, but... eventually you have to give into curiosity.
Your eyes slide open, instantly dropping your chin to look down over the front of your body. Your eyes swim out to see a flared set of mounds rising out from your chest. "W-what?" You blurted, for a second not realizing that the soft bulges are actually breasts.
You blinked, staring down at the nub of a pink nipple poking out from the top of each of the soft, jostling flesh. You lean out, trying to get a view down your rest of the body to see that the skin had pinched in your waist, as though it was a pair of spanx giving you a better figure. Then, at your crotch, no longer hung your shaft within your worn pants, but instead you saw the subtle round of a cunt with the small poking dot of a clit peeking out from a pair of lower lips down below.
"Oh my god. Am I a girl?" You spun around, as though trying to find some explanation from someone or somewhere else, but you knew at the back of your mind that somehow that it was just the skin.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 15 December 2016