A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. One or two girls even asked her to fist them! It did wonders to keep the leather nice and supple…

Of course, the belt had gotten just as much use as the rest of Ava combined, and a picture of MJ wearing it, and nothing else, was one of the most popular images of her circling around the internet. Girlskin had certainly been appreciative. A bra or a pair of panties can only be made from certain areas of a girl, but a belt? A single girl could yield a dozen belts, maybe more. And making a synthetic belt was even easier and cheaper. Girlskin's stock had skyrocketed after that, and they certainly couldn't seem to sing MJ's praises loudly enough, especially since her Ava-skin belt was her favorite accessory when she got dressed in the morning. They'd even reached out to her earlier this past week to see if she wanted to do another shoot and become an official girlskin spokes-model. They'd offered to hook her up with any model she wanted, and had made sure she knew that they'd be happy to keep her in genuine girlskin clothes if she wanted them, but they'd be just as happy to make her into genuine girlskin clothes if she preferred that as well.

Mary Jane was still considering it. She wasn't planning to become girlskin anytime soon, if ever, but the thought of having that corset she'd imagined Ava as was certainly tempting.

"You're Mary Jane Watson, right?" a female voice asked from her side.

Mary Jane turned to face it.

Standing there, in a gorgeous, clingy black evening gown was a beautiful young woman. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed the girl looked almost the same age as the former co-star that she was currently wearing had been before her demise. The girl had a beautiful weathered leather handbag in her hands, and resting against her breasts was a necklace with eight almost thumb-sized resin balls with something familiar floating inside them that Mary Jane couldn't quite place. The girl was stunning, her smile vibrant. She could have been a model, but Mary Jane couldn't say she recognized her.

"I am," MJ replied politely. She wasn't sure who the younger woman was, but it never hurt to be polite, and after Ava? Pretty younger women like her were definitely Mary Jane's type.

"I thought that was you!" the blonde bubbled eagerly, her clutch bouncing in her grip. "And those gloves… are those Ava Ayala?" she asked excitedly.

"They are," Mary Jane admitted, curious as to how the blonde recognized them. They were only in one picture from the photo-shoot, and it certainly wasn't anywhere near as popular as the picture of her in her Ava-skin belt, or the underwear shots. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" MJ prompted.

"Oh! Right! Sorry, my bad. I'm Julie Power! I just got so excited because well, we match," Julie confessed, her enthusiasm mostly undimmed by MJ's gentle chiding.

"Match?" MJ asked wondering. They weren't wearing anything remotely alike. Julie was wearing a low-cut slinky black evening gown with shoulders and sleeves that descended to midway down her upper arm. Her arms were otherwise bare, and save for the purse clutched in her hands, a pair of diamonds in her ears, and the strange necklace resting just above her cleavage she lacked any accessories at all.

Mary Jane on the other hand was wearing a full bodied sleeveless red gown with a small set of straps, just large enough to cover the Ava-skin bra beneath them. Her legs, concealed though they were by her gown, bore her favorite stockings, and her shoulder-length gloves, as Ms. Powers had already observed, were from the same source as her stockings and undergarments. Her neck was bare, and her ears bore a pair of sparkling rubies in a platinum setting. Not a single garment was shared between the two of them.

"Oh! Right! I guess that does sound strange if you don't know whose handbag and necklace this is!" Julie realized. "It's Ava. We're both wearing her."

Mary Jane's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Julie frowned a bit. "Well, I bought her, at the charity auction a month after the shoot. When she told me she was actually going for it, I wanted to get the actual clothes from her shoot, but I guess you got there first?" Julie laughed. "But they weren't just going to sell nothing? It wouldn't be a very good charity auction with nothing on the block, after all. So instead of a bra and panties, or maybe a corset, they took Ava's womb and made it into this clutch!" Julie explained proudly.

"There were some other items. Signed photos, personal effects she donated, but I only won the handbag" Julie admitted. "Oh! And these too!" she added, fingering the resin beads at the center of her necklace.

"Those are Ava's?" Mary Jane asked. "What are they?"

"They're girlpearls!" Julie answered. "Resin-covered ovaries," She continued. "I didn't actually have Ava processed, so she's not a perfect fit for my necklace, but we were friends in high school, so I wanted to have her here anyway."

Then it hit MJ just who the girl in front of her was, she was Julie! Ava's Julie! The same girl that put Ava on the path that led beneath the dress that MJ was currently wearing!

"You're that Julie?" MJ asked aloud. "Ava mentioned you during the shoot!" she quickly added. "You and Anya are the reason she signed up for that shoot!"

Julie's eyes sparkled. "Really?" she asked excitedly. "I guess Ava does belong on my necklace after all!" she added happily.

Mary Jane stared at the necklace around the blonde's neck. There were eight beads, eight girlpearls on it. If each girl gave up two pearls, and each girl on the necklace had been processed for Julie's benefit, then that meant that other than Ava and Anya? The girl in front of her had gotten two other girls snuffed just to satisfy her taste in clothes.

"Who's on that necklace anyway?" Mary Jane asked, curious as to just what had gone into making the honestly somewhat gaudy piece of jewelry.

"Well, besides Ava? The first pearls came from a girl we went to high school with, Anya Corazon. She was my first, but… I guess you said that Ava already mentioned her?"

MJ nodded. "Not just her, your little private fashion show afterwards too, as well as what you asked her to give you as a graduation gift," MJ added with a knowing grin.

"Really?" Julie squeaked. "I never- That's! I can't believe she told you that!"

"I even asked her if she'd rather be a corset, just before she was processed.," Mary Jane admitted.

Julie's face as a deep, almost beet red. "God, I can't believe you know that! I… Um… anyway! These pearls are from my ex-girlfriend, Karolina Dean," Julie admitted trying to change the subject. "She was… She was kind of fascinated by Anya. Honestly I think Anya's the only reason she dated me. Then, on our one year anniversary, I was setting up this candle lit dinner for just the two of us and I got a knock on the door. It was a package, from Karolina. A brand new set of girlskin lingerie, even paler than I am, with a rainbow tattoo I recognized just below the back waistband and a unicorn on the top left cup of the bra!"

"It was her?" MJ asked.

"Either that or a very convincing replica. Delivered by a friend of Karolina's. A very pretty Asian goth girl named Nico. Apparently Karolina was worried I might need a little… attention, after getting her gift so she sent Nico with it so we could break it in together."

"And did you?" MJ wondered.

"Thoroughly," Julie admitted with a smile on her face at the memory. "It didn't really go anywhere though. We hooked up a couple times over the next few weeks, but I wasn't quite her type."

"And who does the last pair belong to?" Mary Jane asked with morbid curiosity.

"My college roommate, America Chavez." Julie admitted, blushing.

“Chavez? Another Latina?” Mary Jane asked, teasingly.

“Yeah. I mean…”

“You finally got that corset you were hoping for?” the redhead prompted playfully.

“God! Ava really told you everything, didn't she?” Julie pouted blushing. “I mean, I did. And as a graduation present too! College this time, not High School. She even paid for the processing!” Julie couldn't help but brag.

“Wow! How did you wrangle that?” Mary Jane asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well, after Nico and I… well, broke up isn't really the word? Stopped seeing each other, I guess? America came home early from classes and walked in on me. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was changing into my… I call them my white girl panties,” Julie blushed. “She'd seen them before but this time I was bending over and I don't think she had ever realized that unlike my Anya lingerie, the lips on these weren't sewn together. They were basically crotchless. Apparently that was a huge turn on for her?” Julie admitted, a familiar shade of red still tinging her cheeks. “I was getting dressed up to go out with some friends to a club nearby and… well, I never made it. Girlskin wasn't really America's thing, but well… I'm really into it. I kept dropping hints about what I wanted for graduation, I even told her about my encounter with Ava, and compared her to my Anya panties. America thought I wanted her to get a tattoo at first, actually. She- It's kind of funny actually but she thought given my taste in lingerie that I must attracted to girls with tattoos,” Julie admitted. “I mean, I am. But that wasn't what I was hinting at,” Julie clarified.

“Honestly it was a total surprise! I'd given up on hinting a couple of months before graduation. I was sure America wasn't interested! Then, maybe a week before graduation, America took me out to dinner at this really fancy restaurant and told me she was really into me and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me, but she kind of thought that I felt like she was just a college fling. Which, I mean, I liked her, but… she wasn't exactly wrong? I wasn't in love with her. Not yet, anyway?” Julie confessed.

“America told me that she didn't want to lose touch with me after college, and that she didn't want to imagine life without me there, so, she offered me a choice. With one hand she pushed a small velvet box forward and offered me a ring, and in the other, she had a folded up advertisement for the local Girlskin shop. There was a sale going on; half off custom orders, but it ended that same week. She wanted me to enjoy her,” Julie admitted, “and if I wasn't ready to live my life with her, then at least she could give me that graduation present I always wanted.”

Mary Jane's eyes were wide with shock. That was… That was unbelievable! Even Ava wasn't… well, actually, that kind of was what Ava did with her, wasn't it? Just… without the choice, and for a total stranger. Put like that? America's actions seemed a lot more reasonable, and romantic.

“And what did you do?” Mary Jane asked, her eyes flicking to the necklace around Julie's throat. They both already knew the ending of the story, but Mary Jane wanted to know how they got there.

“There wasn't a lot of time to decide,” the younger blonde confessed. “The sale had been going on the whole month, but it ended the next day. I think America planned it that way, she didn't want to wait on an answer, she was always sort of impatient like that. I slept on it that night. Actually slept. After the bombshell America dropped on me I needed to be alone with my thoughts.”

“And what did you decide?” Mary Jane asked, softly. This was clearly a tender issue for the girl in front of her, and… Mary Jane didn't want to tread on old wounds.

“Well I, I didn't love her. Not like that. She was a great friend, and the best roommate and an absolutely amazing lover, but… I wasn't in love with her,” Julie explained. “I had asked her the night before if those were the only two options, marriage or graduation present, and America had told me those were it. Her parents had died before she graduated high school, so she didn't really have anyone else in her life to hold onto. She wanted to be with me; one way, or the other.”

“What happened next?” MJ asked quietly.

“Well, I told her my choice over breakfast. Waffles and eggs. I told her that I really liked her, but I wasn't in love with her. That it might happen in the future, but I couldn't give any guarantees. She smiled and told me 'I thought It might be something like that. We should get going,' she added. 'I already booked our appointment for noon.'”

“So the marriage was really just a-”

“Just a shot in the dark, yeah. She thought maybe she'd get lucky. You know she even offered to stop at a tattoo parlor on the way over? Offered to get a little American flag tattoo anywhere I wanted cause I liked them so much.”

“Did you take her up on it?” Mary Jane asked.

“No,” Julie admitted. “There wasn't enough time. Even if they got the tattoo done in time for her appointment there wouldn't be enough time for her to heal.”

Julie took a deep breath. “Anyway, we got to the shop about an hour early. The greeter ushered us into the back room and we sat down in… I guess it was sort of a lobby? They had a catalogue on one of those tablet computers. Only the catalogue was all corsets, and the design was all America. Apparently she'd sent pictures ahead almost a month in advance so they could work out a few designs. She'd even paid extra for it. She didn't have any use for the money after all, 'corsets can't exactly spend it,' was what she told me. I still have a copy of the catalogue on my computer at home, they sent it to me in an email when I picked my new corset up.”

“How did it go?” MJ asked.

“Well, actually? Once we picked a style out that I liked, it was pretty straight forward,” Julie explained. “We told the receptionist our choice, they ushered her though the door and told me to pick her up in a few days. America kissed me and told me not to worry, everything was already paid for. I guess she knew what I was going to pick even before I did. I looked it up on my own a few weeks later and a Corset cost almost as much as half a semester's tuition at our school, she must have cut the cost down a bit by giving them the rest of her to use however they wanted because I passed by the shop just after graduation and they had these absolutely incredible thigh high Latina-leather boots in the window that looked suspiciously familiar.”

“And… was she everything you wanted?” MJ asked, her heart beating a bit faster despite herself.

“She's exactly how I imagined Ava would feel back in high school,” Julie affirmed. “I got her the day before Graduation. She's still a perfect fit. Her dark tits cup mine better than she ever had when she was alive, and the way her sex presses against mine with every step I take? It's absolutely incredible. Her cunt unfolds like a flower beneath me when I get aroused enough, and just putting her on feels like the warmest most wonderful hug I've ever experienced. I miss her, but… I definitely didn't make the wrong choice,” Julie finished with a smile.

Mary Jane wondered if Julie was as good a lover as Ava was. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting pretty late. The party was almost over and… there really wasn't anything stopping her from finding out now, was there? And, Girlskin did send that offer earlier… They said she could have any girl she wanted processed, provided they agreed. Maybe Julie would like to join her friends once they were done? There was only one way to find out.

"You know, earlier, I think I caught a glimpse of your bra strap. Is it America Chavez you're wearing beneath that dress tonight?” MJ asked sultrily. “Or is it Anya Corazon?"

“I… um-” Julie's mind seemed to have blanked. She hadn't had the same level of devotion as Ava had to her in high school, but that didn't mean she didn't find Mary Jane Watson incredibly attractive. And… well, she certainly wasn't expecting her to be this forward! “It's… It's Anya,” she confessed.

“I'm wearing Ava myself,” Mary Jane replied.

“Can- Can I see her?” Julie asked nervously.

“Not right here,” Mary Jane replied. “But if you want to follow me home? I think we can both slip into something… a bit more comfortable.”

Julie nodded her assent, and the pair left the party, together.

The End