“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

“What?” Ava asked. “You wearing me? Becoming lingerie? Being snuffed?”

“Any of it,” Mary Jane replied. “All of it?”

“I am,” Ava admitted. “Not so much being snuffed I guess, though that actually happens pretty quickly, I'm told. They're going to behead me, like with a guillotine. Just chop, and off with my head. It's pretty fast and painless, as these things go. I could ask them to give you my head if you want it?”

Mary Jane shook her head. “I live in an Apartment in New York, where would I put it?” she asked. Not that she really wanted it anyway, Girlskin clothes were at least an established fashion, and one she was being hired to promote. What would she even do with Ava's head?

“I guess that's true,” Ava nodded a bit disappointed. “But yeah, being snuffed is… It's something that's going to happen, I guess? I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it either. It's just part of the process to get what I want.”

“Which is me,” Mary Jane stated. “Wearing you.”

“Exactly,” Ava agreed. “Well, that and this shoot, obviously.”

"I guess I still don't really understand… How did you get into this?" MJ wondered, unsure what to make of the amazingly vibrant Latina who wanted to become lingerie.

Ava turned to Mary Jane, and seeing the genuine confusion in her idol's face she couldn't help but try to explain herself. "I mentioned that Girlskin started when I was in high school, right?"

MJ nodded. It wasn't that long ago, and while the time in between had certainly been… distracting, it wasn't enough for her to forget.

"I was just getting into fashion magazines; stuff for teens mostly. My friends were into it too. That was how I discovered you and the fact that I liked girls…" Ava admitted. "Anyway, Girlskin was just becoming a thing and the ads were everywhere in the fashion magazines targeted at girls my age. You couldn't really avoid them. It seemed weird to me at first, honestly. And maybe sort of creepy? But I kinda got into the idea of it. 'Who would you give anything for?' It was a fun fantasy to play with my friends, kinda like 'truth or dare', or 'never have I ever'. We'd ask each other who we'd be willing to be snuffed to get a night with, and then we'd name celebrities… Usually models or actresses like you, or Janet Van Dyne. It was just a fun sort of thing we did. It wasn't anything serious. At least, not until Anya joined us…." Ava confessed.

"Anya Corazon was a redhead, like you. She'd transferred into the school in the middle of the school year and joined our group pretty quickly, and… if we're being honest I kind of had a crush on her." Ava blushed, looking down for a second.

"So a couple weeks later, Julie invited all of us over to her house for a sleep over that Friday. Me, Lyra, Jeanne, Laura, and… Anya. Everything was pretty normal we were watching movies, Jeanne was doing Laura's nails just to show her how nice they could look if she paid more attention to them, and Laura suggested we play a game of 'Who would you give anything for?' since Anya hadn't played with us before."

Ava paused, remembering what happened next for a second before continuing.

"Anya knew what we meant immediately. She was a big fan of Girlskin. We all went around telling each other our current choices. Mine hadn't changed of course," Ava said eyeing MJ's naked body, "but the others changed their answers all the time based off who was in the latest movie, or what fashion shoot they liked best." Ava took a deep breath.

"Anyway, when it came around to Anya she asked a question. 'Does it have to be someone famous?' We hadn't ever thought it might not be. It was all just sort of one big fantasy game back then. The people we actually knew were just too real to fit into that idea, right?" Ava shifted a bit uncomfortably, but continued on before Mary Jane could answer.

"Julie told her it didn't have to be, and asked if she had anyone in mind.

"'You.' That was Anya's answer. she looked right into Julie's eyes and told her she'd be happy to be snuffed by her. To be worn by her." Ava paused. "We were all shocked. Everyone except for Julie. 'Are you serious?' she asked. But it wasn't like she was shocked. it was more… intrigued? 'Definitely.' was Anya's answer.

"The night went on, but something had changed. There was a kind of tension in the air," Ava confessed. "At one point, Julie slipped away with Anya to talk to her parents. But that was it. Until the next week anyway."

Ava took a deep breath. "On Monday, Anya wasn't in school. No one had seen her. She'd basically just vanished. No one seemed to know where she was; and because I didn't share any classes with Julie in the morning I had no idea what could have happened to Anya until lunch. I just thought she was sick or something.

"Of course, that all changed at lunch time. I asked Julie what happened to Anya and she smiled, really satisfied, like she knew a secret no one else did. 'What do you mean Ava?' she asked. 'Anya's right here at the table!' she answered with a sort of fake surprise at my question. Then, she pushed the shoulder of her tank top to the side to expose her bra strap." Ava paused. "It was… leather."

Mary Jane's eyes widened. "She didn't!" the redhead gasped before she could really stop herself.

"She did," Ava replied. "It was really obvious. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed before. Julie was blonde haired and blue eyed with pale white skin and her bra strap? It was the same color as my skin. Maybe a shade lighter at most," the Latina explained gesturing to her own naked body. "Apparently Anya never made it home from the sleepover. Julie and her parents called Anya's dad and after some pleading and negotiating from Julie and Anya got him to give his okay to everything. Julie had her converted the very next day."

"And what- What did you say when Julie told you that?" Mary Jane asked, enthralled and more than a little horrified at Ava's story.

Ava blushed. "I… um… I asked if I could see her."

Mary Jane's eyes widened in shock at the admission. "And? What did she say?" MJ asked eager to find out more.

"She told me that we should go to her house after school," Ava admitted. "Damn, honestly it's still kinda hot years later. I spent the whole day thinking about it. Wondering what Anya would look like… Wondering what I'd look like if it were me… You have no idea just how hot it was seeing Julie dressed like it was just another school day but knowing that she had another girl rubbing against her tits just beneath her tank top and shorts!" Ava confessed breathlessly. "I barely made it to the end of the school day! By the time we got to Julie's place I was so hot and bothered I was about to strip her right there on the sidewalk!"

It was like watching a train wreck. Mary Jane knew the final outcome, but she couldn't look away. "So what happened next?" she asked.

Ava answered. "Julie practically dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom and locked the door tight. She told me to strip, and… I was so turned on… I couldn't disobey her," the Latina confided.

"Once I was naked, completely naked, Julie started to walk around me, inspecting me, weighing my breasts with her hand. She was judging me. I could tell. She hadn't been like that before Anya, but now? It was like I was just a fabric covered mannequin to her. I'd never been so turned on in my life!"

Ava took a second to catch her breath. "Once she was satisfied with what she saw, Julie undressed. I still remember the sight of her Anya-clad tits coming free from her tank top. The soft leather cupping her breasts like a lover. I remember every second as she shimmied out of her jeans to reveal the panties she'd had made from our former friend. They were large. Normal panty sized, not like a thong or anything; but they were clearly Anya's. Everything was there; Anya's darker skin stood out immediately against Julie's pale white legs and stomach. She'd preserved her perfectly; even her pussy was true to real life, lips and everything! Those were stitched together of course; Julie's parents were permissive, but they didn't want their daughter wearing crotchless panties to high school. Still, the outline of Anya's cunt was perfectly preserved in Girlskin leather. And what drew the eye the most was the tattoo: a large stylized spider in black. It covered the entire front of Julie's pubic mound, the same exact place where it sat on Anya before she was harvested."

Mary Jane was enthralled. The way Ava described it she could practically picture the scene in her mind's eye. Ava, younger, naked, stalked by a petite perky blonde girl with piecing blue eyes, sauntering to show off her newest piece of custom-made apparel.

"What happened next?" the redhead asked.

"Julie asked me if I liked her. She used the word 'her' for her panties, doing a sort of Vanna White pose to show them off. 'They're a birthday present,' she explained. 'My birthday is next week, and my parents weren't sure what to get me, so Anya's timing was perfect!' she smiled. I asked if I could touch them, and Julie told me it was okay."

Ava was lost in memory. It was as clear from the dreamy expression on her face as it was from the way she was absentmindedly rubbing her thighs together. Despite herself, Mary Jane couldn't help but wonder just what Julie was feeling as she showed off her new lingerie to her friend. She'd be in the same position soon enough. would she be feeling the same thing? Mary Jane wasn't sure. "What happened next?"

"I reached out and touched it the tattoo. It was warm. I know it was probably the fact that Julie had been wearing it all day, but it almost felt like Anya was still alive! It was smooth and soft, just like her skin! I looked up at Julie my eyes darting to her Girlskin covered breasts and she nodded!" Ava gushed as she remembered.

"I reached up, my hands covering her tits, feeling the edge where Anya ended and Julie's tits began; my fingers tracing across Anya's nipples as they rested right atop Julie's own. It was amazing! It felt so real! And of course it was, but it felt like Julie was wearing a living girl rather than just a leather bra," Ava explained.

"Julie asked if I wanted to take them off, and I did. the bra clasped in back and was easy enough to get free. I took it in my hands, Julie's warmth still lingering against it. The cups were perfectly molded to Julie's body. They even had indentations for Julie's own nips to rest in, just beneath where Ava's were on the bra!

"Carefully, Julie put it on me. It felt… there's nothing like it; no way to describe it. It was perfect, just like in the ads, 'the only fabric fit to touch your skin, is girlskin.' That's exactly what it felt like. I turned to Julie and told her just how incredible it felt and she just smiled and asked me if I wanted to try on the rest of her."

Ava shuddered in remembered pleasure as she tried to find the words to describe her experience.

"I was so turned on I almost came just from sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties," Ava whispered. "Sliding them down her legs, seeing the treasure concealed beneath? It was intoxicating. They smelled like sex as Julie stepped out of them, like arousal. They were damp, and slightly sticky, but I didn't care! I slid them on as best I could, the band didn't quite sit right, the panties rode low on on my hips, and I could feel Julie's arousal mixing with my own in the underside of Anya's sex. The slightest breeze could have set me off right there," Ava trembled.

The Latina took a deep breath as if to steel herself against the pleasure lapping at her through her memories. "That's when she told me what had happened to Anya.

"She'd stayed after we all left,” Ava explained. “She said her father was picking her up, but that was a lie. Maybe she was embarrassed, maybe Julie told her not to tell us so that it wouldn't ruin the surprise? I don't know. But either way Anya never made it home.

"Once everybody left, Julie had Anya stripped naked. Her parents had made an appointment for her fitting at four in the afternoon and we had left just after lunch so there was more than enough time for Julie and Anya to have a little fun." Ava blushed at the admission. "They were both virgins, but they'd both watched more than enough porn to have a starting point I guess? And after that, it was just Julie ordering Anya to do more of what felt good. She couldn't stop mentioning just how wonderful it felt having Anya eat her out before they took her to be processed. She even asked me if I wanted to try."

"And did you?" Mary Jane asked, curiously.

"Of course!" Ava blushed. “I was just so… and she was…How could I resist?" she asked.

Mary Jane smiled slyly. She'd had encounters like that too once or twice. Never with a woman of course, but she could certainly empathize.

"She tasted… musky; with undertones of copper and honey. It was weird, but not unpleasant. I'd never been with a girl before. I'd never really been with anyone before! But Julie was special. I can still taste her sometimes, feel her fingers tracing over my nipples and my sex as if measuring how I'd feel against her skin."

Mary Jane could easily picture it, two young girls, exploring their bodies. Ava pushed to the very limit of arousal by the apparel she was wearing even as Julie took control, subtly commanding her obedience. It certainly would have been… memorable, even if it weren't her first time! Ava looked like she was on the edge of orgasm just remembering it!

"We must have played like that for at least an hour. The next thing I knew I was a sweaty exhausted mess, nearly passed out on Julie's bed, still wearing the lingerie that Anya gave her. That's when Julie asked what I thought of her.

"'She's amazing!' I replied, running my fingers across the surface of my Girlskin-clad tits. Julie smiled. 'Isn't she just?'

"'She was expensive, but worth it,' Julie continued. 'Wearing her today? I've never felt so perfect, so powerful! Don't you agree?' she asked as her eyes turned to me. 'Exactly,' I replied. 'Wearing her is wonderful! She's not even a perfect fit for me and I never want to take her off!' I admitted. In that moment I couldn't help but envy Anya, but what I said was: 'I wish I had a pair of my own!' I paused. 'Are you planning on getting more?'

"Julie paused. 'It's really expensive. I definitely couldn't afford a real pair on my own,' she admitted. 'Even as a birthday present it was it was kind of stretching it, and that was with Anya providing the raw materials for free. I'd love to have a sexy little corset done, maybe a shade or two off from this,' Julie admitted. 'But another set of real girlskin? I can't afford it by myself.'

"'A corset?' I asked. I… I've always been kind of turned on by corsets. I mentioned it once at truth or dare, so Julie knew it too. 'That's right, a corset,' Julie agreed. 'Just a shade or two lighter than Anya, something… more mature, without the sex stitched up, crotchless, so that other girls can lick me like you and Anya. One solid piece of girlskin, from here,' Julie stroked halfway down my tits, just a few inches above my nipples. 'All the way to here,' Julie finished, her fingers rubbing softly against my well-fucked sex.

“I shuddered, imagining myself as the lucky girl chosen to become that corset. 'But you can't afford it,' I confirmed. 'Not by myself,' Julie admitted. 'It would be a lot cheaper if I had a girl agree to help,' My heart was racing. Before I could stop myself the words had slipped from my lips, 'Were you hoping for anyone specific?'

“Julie smiled almost greedily at me. 'You know, graduation is just a month an a half away. I was going to ask for a car, but I think you'd be a much better gift.'

“My heart froze. She was talking about me. Even feeling Anya's softness against my skin it hadn't really ever sunk in that she… that that could be me. It was still just a fantasy, something to daydream about, but Julie? Julie was taking it very seriously. She wanted me. She wanted to wear me, to have sex in me. And… Honestly? That thought was incredibly hot.”

“So… did you agree?” MJ asked, knowing as she spoke it that it was a stupid question. Of course she didn't agree. If she did, she wouldn't be around to tell this story, would she?

“Almost,” Ava admitted. “I was this close,” she replied holding her thumb and forefinger no more than an inch apart.

“What stopped you?” MJ asked, curiously.

“She did, or well. Her body did. I… I hadn't ever had sex before, and even though she wasn't intending to get me off? I wanted more of it. I wasn't ready to sacrifice that just to become a corset,” Ava replied. “Well, not yet anyway,” she added with a self-deprecating smile as she looked around.

“How'd Julie take it?” MJ asked, eager to learn more.

“Pretty well actually. I don't think she really ever expected it to work, and I don't think she really realized how close she actually got to that corset she wanted. It was still there, sort of unspoken between us, at least until she went off to college, but… we didn't stop being friends if that's what you're asking?”

“And that's how you got into… all of this?” MJ probed.

“The idea, the thrill of it; the memory of that afternoon never really ever left me,” Ava admitted. “I kept coming back to it, I wanted to be snuffed, but there was always more I wanted to do first. The whole time I kept building this fantasy in my head. If I was snuffed, who would I want to do it, and how? All of this today? It's what I came up with. And when Girlskin called me to ask if I wanted to model for them, this… you, were my terms.”

Mary Jane couldn't help but be incredibly flattered by that admission. She still couldn't quite get the appeal behind wanting to be snuffed, but she could understand why Ava would want it now.