When the final chords died away Carissa slowed down and looked down at Sally, panting slightly. “Wow, that’s a hell of a workout,” she laughed, “I’ll need to remember that one.”

“Yeah, just make sure you invite me to watch,” smiled Sally. “If your job at Noland falls through, you could always take that show on the road. I’m not sure we’d be able to print tickets fast enough to keep up with demand.”

Carissa chuckled and sat down on the bed next to Sally, tucking her womb back inside herself. “Nah, you’re all the audience I need. Besides, don’t you want to continue unwrapping your gift first? I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of taking some of the wrapping off during that dance.”

Sally tilted her head. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I’m talking about me,” said Carissa. “I’m your gift. And I want you to unwrap me.”

Sally’s confused look only deepened. “Oookaayyy… but… you’re already naked. There’s not much left to unwrap.”

“Are you absolutely sure about that?” Carissa said, pointing at her see-though plastic head. “After all, you’ve already made a pretty good start. Now I’m asking you to make the rest of my body match.”

“Are you saying–”

“Yep,” Carissa nodded. “I want you to skin me from head to toe… or, um, neck to toe, I guess. I love the fact that everybody can see my brain; I want them to see the rest of me as well.”

“Oh, wow… I gotta admit, that is hot.”

“Heh, I knew you’d like it. After all, now that you’ve gotten rid of all of your insides I couldn’t very well fall behind, so I figured I’d join you and get rid of my outsides, almost as if we’re a matching set.”

Sally looked deep into Carissa’s eyes, a smile on her face. “What did I do to deserve such an awesome girlfriend? But I have to ask: are you sure about this? And I’m not just saying that because I’ll miss that killer bod of yours. Even though I’m totally empty now, I still look like myself; you won’t. There’s no going back if we do this.”

Carissa chuckled. “Honey, I think we passed the point of no return around the time you decapitated me, don’t you? Trust me; I’ve given this a lot of thought and it’s what I want. Besides, if I ever want a normal body again – or if you want me to – I can just have Leia build one; after she finishes the transparent one I asked her for, of course.”

“We really should get that poor girl something nice one of these days. Between the two of us keeping her busy, I’m surprised she gets any work done.”

“What do you mean? Did you ask her for something as well?”

“Yup. And since I’m feeling a little overdressed anyway, why don’t I show you?”

“Can’t wait.”

Sally lifted her right leg into the air and began seductively pulling off her thigh-high sock, giving her girlfriend a lustful look as she revealed her leg a fraction of an inch at a time. It took her a good thirty seconds to clear her knee, her ankle and finally her toes. She let the sock fall to the floor and raised her other leg, stripping off that one as well. Once she had bared both legs, she stood up, reached under her sweater dress, hooked her thumb behind the waistband of her panties and started slowly pulling them down until they came into view below the hem of her sweater dress. There was a large wet spot in the front that was noticeably darker than the surrounding material.

Sally stopped and reconsidered. “You know what? This is taking too long. I like foreplay as much as the next girl, but I can’t wait to get my hands on you, so what do you say we speed this up a little?”

She didn’t even wait for Carissa’s nod to yank down her underwear to the ground. Grabbing the bottom of her dress, she pulled it over her head in one smooth movement, sending it flying. She hooked her fingers around the edges of the flaps of her torso and spread herself wide, showing off the metal pole that was the only thing left between her pelvis and shoulders aside from her skin.

“Wow. Can I touch it?”

Sally smiled. “Of course. Might as well enjoy the use of your fingertips while you still can, right?”

She sat back down, allowing Carissa to run her hand along her makeshift metal spine. The older woman reached in with her other hand as well, rubbing them all over the insides of Sally’s skin. She grabbed the left flap of Sally’s torso and started licking the nipple.

“Mmmmm. Can you still feel this?”

The younger girl moaned in affirmation.

“Good. How about this?”

She opened her mouth wide and began pushing on the back of the breast, trying to shove it into her mouth. With her other hand she squeezed the boob tight, trying to make it small enough to fit. Her efforts partially paid off: she was able to swallow almost half the breast.

“You do realize that breastfeeding doesn’t actually mean eating the breast, right?” Sally chuckled.

Carissa pulled back, allowing the tit to slip back out of her mouth. “No, but it sure is a lot more fun this way,” she said jokingly. “Now, why don’t you lie down? I want to get a good look at you.”

Bracing herself with both arms, Sally slowly lowered her rigid upper body down onto the sheets before folding her hands behind her head, elbows out to the side. “Examine away.”

The older woman took the two loose sections of skin and spread them out to Sally’s sides, smoothing out any wrinkles with soft strokes of her hands.

“I love how soft you feel,” she said. “So silky smooth. I almost wish your whole body was like this; all spread out on my bed so I could caress every square inch of you.”

The younger girl struggled to keep from grinning. “Oh really? And what else would you do to me?”

Carissa thought for a second, stroking her lips with her index finger. “Hmmm… I think first I’d roll you up into a big tube and use you like a big dildo to fuck myself silly. Would you like that? My pussy lips clinging to your skin as I pull you out, before slamming you back in, in and out… in and out… deeper and deeper until your whole body is buried in my hungry cunt? My walls squeezing down on you as I cum? And when I’m done I’d push you back out, giving birth to you until you plop back onto the bed, drenched in my juices. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” nodded Sally, a look of awe in her eyes. “Hell, I’m plenty drenched already.”

Carissa looked down at the slowly growing dark spot between Sally’s legs.

“And who knows? You might just get your wish sooner than you think,” the younger girl winked.

“I’m not sure I’m that patient,” Carissa said as she reached for the knot of duct tape keeping the metal rod affixed to the girl’s pelvis and started loosening the end with her nails, but Sally grabbed her hand in hers.

“Given what I’m about to do to you, it’s probably best if one of us remains in one piece, don’t you think?”

“Ehh, you’re probably right. Spoilsport,” Carissa pouted.

“Speaking of which, how ‘bout we switch positions?”

With a little help from Carissa, Sally got to her feet, allowing the other woman to take her place on the bed. After stowing her skin flaps behind her spine again to keep them out of the way, she picked up the red pen and knelt down atop Carissa’s torso, twiddling the pen in her hands. “Last chance to back out.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Excellent. So where do you want me to start?”

“Let’s save the best for last and start with my arms and legs.”

“Alrighty. Should I try to keep the skin in one piece or can I just take it off in pieces?”

“Well, you’re the one getting the present, so you can unwrap me however you want.”

“As a kid I always used to tear off the wrapping paper.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Carissa chuckled. “Okay, have at it then.”

Sally tweaked the settings on the pen for a bit before placing the tip against Carissa’s shoulder. At the click of a button, a red glow spread out around the pen and a tiny wisp of smoke drifted upward. Sally started dragging the pen across her girlfriend’s skin, leaving a dark red line in its wake. She traced the line down into Carissa’s armpit, then lifted up the arm so she could complete the circle. When she reached the start of the loop again, she turned 90 degrees, cutting about five inches along the top of the arm before making another crosswise loop. Turning the pen horizontal, Sally began moving back up the lengthwise cut once more, this time cutting just below the skin to separate it from the underlying meat. She dug the nail of the thumb on her other hand under the loosened edge and lifted up the corner, pinching it between her thumb and index finger. Her grasp was a bit tenuous, but it was enough to start pulling up, moving the pen back and forth along the cut, severing the skin from her arm bit by bit. After a minute or so she had peeled off about half of the strip of skin.

“It almost feels like you’re pulling off a band-aid,” said Carissa.

“Want me to try ripping it off in one go?”

“Hm, probably best not to.”

“Yeah, knowing my luck I’d take half your arm with it,” Sally laughed, returning to her efforts. Slowly but surely, more and more of the skin came off, until with a final tug it came away completely, leaving a bright red ring around Carissa’s arm in its wake. She held it up in front of her girlfriend.

“One down. Ready for number two?”

“Yup, go for it.”

Sally was happy to oblige, tossing the flap of skin over her shoulder and settling down to start working on the next, similarly-sized strip. Over the next ten minutes, she proceeded to flay Carissa’s arm down to the wrist, leaving only the hand still covered. To remedy this, Sally started by stripping each finger individually before slicing off the palm and back of the hand, finally baring it. Carissa lifted up her now entirely flesh-coloured arm, raising her hand to her face. She flexed her fingers, watching the flesh bulge as she tightened and released her muscles. She turned her gaze back to Sally.

“Ah, much better. Do you want to touch it?”

She held out her hand for Sally to touch, who gingerly reached out with one finger, brushing it across her palm.

“It’s so soft… and a little slippery.”

Her other fingers joined in on the action and soon she was gliding them over the back of Carissa’s hand and intertwining them with hers.

“I can only barely feel you touching me,” said Carissa. “I knew it was going to happen, but I am going to miss the feel of your skin on mine.”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought of that. Okay, how’s this?”

She grabbed Carissa’s wrist and leaned down, guiding her middle finger into her mouth and closing her lips around the red digit. Her tongue licked up and down the length of the finger as she sucked it, moving it in and out of her mouth. She didn’t settle for one finger, and soon took her girlfriend’s ring finger into her mouth as well, thrusting her tongue between the two as she continued her blowjob. Only when she had thoroughly licked and sucked every part of the two digits did she let them pop out of her mouth.

“How was that? Did you feel that?”

“Mmm… I did.” With her other arm, Carissa started stroking Sally’s thigh. “Of course, I can’t go around looking asymmetrical, now can I?”

A grin spread across Sally’s face.

“No, that wouldn’t look right at all. So why don’t you let me fix that for you?”

Over the next fifteen minutes, Sally proceeded to flay Carissa’s arm in similar fashion, making it look as if Carissa was wearing a sleeveless shirt. After marvelling at them for a bit, she started rubbing her hands together, flesh gliding along flesh as they twisted around each other. She trailed one hand all the way down her arm, across her chest and down to her breast, which she started circling in a spiral pattern, slowly making her way up the mound. Her other hand joined in as well, and when she reached her nipples she started kneading her breasts in earnest.

“Nnngg… my legs,” she moaned, “strip my fucking legs.”

Sally didn’t need to be told twice, and shifted down to the foot of the bed. She drew a circle around the top of Carissa’s leg as before, the pen passing just below her ass cheeks, but this time she switched up her strategy and, rather than making another circle a few inches down, she made the second loop around Carissa’s ankle. One of Carissa’s hands had journeyed down to her pussy, and while she was masturbating Sally started cutting long lines between the two circles, spaced about an inch apart. Tuning the pen to cut an inch deep, she turned it horizontal and began the task of peeling off the long strips. Each one was a good three feet in length, and as Sally dropped them on the floor next to the bed they formed a messy, steadily growing pile of coiled pink and red ribbons.

Carissa was squirming more and more as her orgasm approached, and the younger girl had to use her other hand to keep the final leg in place and avoid cutting deeper than she wanted to. When she removed the final strip, Carissa climaxed with a scream at the sight of her bared legs. She settled down after this, allowing Sally to flay her feet without incident. Once she finished pulling off the skin of the final toe by the toenail, she interlaced her fingers with Carissa’s toes, rubbing slow circles over the soles of her feet with her thumbs.

“Quit it,” Carissa giggled, “that tickles.”

“Oh yeah?”

Sally grabbed Carissa’s left foot and lifted it up to her face, giving it a long lick from the back of her heel to the tip of her toes.

“Ha ha, me… hi… mercy!” Carissa snickered.

Sally relented and let go of her girlfriend’s foot. She ran her hands up the older woman’s now rather slippery legs, crawling after them as she trailed them up Carissa’s sides until they came to a rest on her shoulders, with Sally straddled across her chest. She leaned down to give the woman a kiss before whispering “Ready to continue?”

Carissa just nodded.

“Then turn around for me.”

Carissa rolled over onto her stomach, resting her plastic head on her skinless arms.

Considering the expanse of bare skin beneath her for a moment, Sally tuned the pen and started drawing a grid pattern on Carissa’s back, each line about an inch and a half apart. Having finished the last line across her ass cheeks, she began removing each of the squares one by one, almost like doing a jigsaw puzzle in reverse.

“There we go, all done,” she said when she pulled off the last one. She leaned down, rubbing her stomach and boobs across the slick red and white-colored flesh. “Mmm, so smooth. And hey: once we’re done you’ll never have to shave again.”

“Hm. Hadn’t really thought of that.”

“Well, it’s good you have me around to think of these sorts of things,” Sally chuckled. “Alright, let’s turn you back over so I can finish skinning you and we can clean up this mess, because you’re all over the place,” she said, indicating the strips and squares of Carissa’s skin that she had strewn all around them on the bed and on the floor.

“Not so fast. When it comes to the front of my torso, I don’t want you to just remove the skin; I want you to strip it all. I want my organs on full display. I want you to be able to reach in and grab my beating heart, or pull out my intestines or feel my lungs breathing in and out.”

“Uhm… that last one’s going to be a problem. You do know that once I open your chest cavity you won’t be able to breathe anymore, right?”

“Don’t worry, I do. Which is why I had the guys down in bio-tech install small air compressors into my bronchi a few days ago to overcome the air pressure. I’ve got this all planned out.”

“And did they test them? I really don’t want to lose you because of a malfunctioning prototype.”

“Relax, they’ve had several dozen test subjects before me. And before you ask: yes, they’re all still alive.”

“Oh, all right, I guess,” said Sally, comforted a little. “Wait: what about your breasts? It’d be a shame to get rid of those spectacular tits of yours.”

“Yeah, I’m really going to miss them, but I don’t want them obscuring the view of my heart and lungs. Besides, they’re not going to have anything to attach to, so I couldn’t keep them even if I wanted to.”

“Well, if you’re sure about it… What do you want me to do with them?”

Carissa shrugged. “I don’t know. Skin them along with the rest and then cut them off, I guess.”

“But that seems like such a waste. I mean, I’d kill to have boobs like y– wait; maybe I can. How about I cut them off of you in one piece? I could seal up the back and keep them as souvenirs of you alongside your head. Maybe use them as a stress ball or something.”

“Sure, why not? Go for it.”

“Okay, let’s see… can you get up on your knees and elbows for me?”

Sally scooched over so Carissa could get up, allowing her pendulous breasts to hang down freely. The younger girl increased the length of the laser blade until it was a good five inches in length, looking like a miniature light sabre. With one hand she grabbed the front of Carissa’s left breast, pulling it down even further. With the other she positioned the pen as close to Carissa’s chest as she could and slowly moved it forward, amputating the boob with a slight hissing sound. The red light slowly made its way through the breast until it came out the other side. Sally pulled the severed tit away and gave it an experimental squeeze.

“Oh yeah, this will make a great stress ball,” she smiled.

Carissa’s right breast soon followed suit. Sally let it plop onto the bed.

“Well, that’s a weight off my chest,” Carissa joked.

“Aww, you beat me to it,” Sally pouted. “But man, you’re not wrong; these things are heavy.” She placed one on each hand and lifted them up. “Wow, I’d hate to go running with these puppies strapped to my chest.”

“One of the many reasons I was never much into sports.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

Carissa turned onto her back and caressed Sally’s cheek with her skinless fingers. “Are you ready for the final part?” she asked.

“Ready when you are.”

Carissa breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. “Okay, open me up, doc.”

“Alright, just give me a second to fine-tune this thing,” Sally said as she tweaked the settings on the pen, “I don’t want to cut too deep and slice open your stomach or something.”

Once she had the device configured to her liking, she placed the tip at the side of Carissa’s neck just below the plastic at the edge between her flayed back and her front which still had the skin attached. At the click of a button, a red glow emanated from the front of the device and she began guiding it along the edge down Carissa’s shoulder, turning the corner downward when she reached the top of the arm. She kept following the edge into the armpit, then down the side of her girlfriend’s body to her hip, turning once more to climb the swell of her abdomen, crossing her pubic mound a mere half inch above her clit and descending down the other side. She completed the cut by taking the same route in reverse on the other side until she ended at the top of her neck.

Carissa watched with great interest as Sally dropped the pen and inserted her fingers into the cut at the bottom of her belly. The section of skin and flesh lifted easily as she folded it open, revealing the contents of her abdomen in all their glory. When she had uncovered about half of the woman’s torso, she encountered resistance.

“It’s probably easier if you cut through my ribs and remove everything at once rather than trying to remove the skin first,” suggested Carissa.

“True, but with your skin in the way I can’t see how deep I need to cut,” replied Sally. “So I’m afraid this is going to require a bit of brute force. Try to hold still, would you?”

She repositioned herself to straddle Carissa’s head, who couldn’t resist reaching her head up and giving the girl’s pussy a lick.

“Hey, don’t distract me,” Sally laughed.

“I’m not making any promises.”

“Well, don’t blame me if this goes wrong then.”

“Oh, all right, I’ll behave myself.”

“Good girl.”

Rolling up the free half of the front of Carissa’s torso so she could get a good grip on the part at the bottom of her ribs, Sally started tugging it towards herself, slowly tearing it loose from the ribs beneath. It was a slow process, but one at a time each pair of ribs was laid bare.

“Carissa? Are you still breathing?”

“Yup, everything’s fine. Remind me to compliment Ted on his work.”

Sally kept tugging, revealing the entire ribcage and then the collar bones before tearing off the front of Carissa’s neck, showing her windpipe.

She held the pelt out in front of her. “Maybe we could make a nice towel out of this or something,” she suggested.

“I doubt it’d be a very good one,” Carissa laughed. “Skin isn’t exactly known for being very absorbent. Nah, just chop it up like the rest. I like the permanency of it.”

“You’re the boss,” Sally smiled and started carving vertical strips off of Carissa’s hide. Once she had sliced up the whole thing, she gathered up all of the strips, held them in her hand by one end and started making horizontal cuts, letting the slivers of skin fall on the bed like fleshy confetti.

Carissa moaned as she witnessed the destruction of her body, rubbing her hands all over herself, slipping between her exposed intestines and running her fingers across her lungs through the spaces between her ribs. She had known there would be no going back, but seeing it occurring in front of her eyes was what finally made it real; with previous lovers she had never fully committed, always keeping up part of her defences. Now they were literally being stripped away, and she was okay with that. She wanted to open herself up both physically and emotionally to her young co-worker, the enthusiastic girl who had taken her farther than she had ever conceived before. She extracted her hand from her guts and moved it down to her pussy, slipping two fingers between her already soaking wet folds. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life like this.