Everything was fuzzy. Dark and light danced around Michelle’s vision, her thoughts muddled and slow. Was she sleeping? Was this a dream? Where was she? Memories returned. Chaos. Danger. Sleepless nights on a cold, hard floor. Friends. Brie. A choice…everything was fuzzy. Her eyes tried to focus, but it was hard; she felt confused, and tired, and numb. There was a voice, and it was calling her name. Michelle concentrated: there was a figure standing to her left, leaning over her. She squinted, as she tried to make out the persons face.

It was her own.

This failed to register with poor Michelle’s brain. She tried to focus again, and met with the same results. That was definitely her own features smiling down benevolently. But that couldn’t be. She was Michelle, surely. Was she? She was still a little out of it. She looked again. Still her face up there. Ah of course. This was a dream. Oh well…might as well play along.

“Hello, me” she slurred, smiling. The other Michelle giggled. Something about her was off, but it was hard to tell at the moment. There was something else that seemed off too actually, but right now she was just letting this crazy dream carry her off.
“You look pretty…” said Michelle. She noticed that her clone was naked. Noticing that she was staring, the other Michelle smiled seductively, sliding her hands down her sides towards her thighs. Oh, so it was one of those dreams then. Well, whatever. She didn’t quite feel up for moving yet though, so she simply kept enjoyed the show, narcissistic as it seemed. The other Michelle (Michelle started thinking of her Chell) rotated, shaking her butt. But the skin of her but seemed oddly flat, as if there was more skin than meat there. And was that a cut down her back? Michelle couldn’t see any blood though…As if realising this mid-routine, Chell quickly turned round again. Now the smaller details were starting to slide into focus. One of her breasts seemed larger than the other one, and her pussy lips hung wide open. It was as if someone was wearing an ill-fitting suit shaped like her own skin.
“Who are you?” She asked Chell. Her not-quite double, whose nose hung limply off her face, put a finger to her lips and winked, which looked very odd indeed.

“It’s ok, Michelle. You’re going to be fine, just don’t freak out, ok? Please?” Wait a minute. That wasn’t her voice at all. And those eyes were brown, and looked so familiar. The imposter placed her hands onto her top and bottom lips, and then pulled. The skin stretched up and over, and through the now gaping mouth pushed the head of Brie.

“Surprise!”

Michelle gasped, but didn’t quite scream, as Brie finished pulling her head through the mouthpiece, so that the lips were at each side of her neck. Wiping her face with her hand, Brie smiled down at her friend, who was starting to remember what had happened before she fell asleep.

“Well, you wanted to retain full functionality, right? You’ve still got all your limbs, your eyes, your nose…I even kept your lips and ears on for you!”

The truth of the situation finally dawned on Michelle. For the first time since waking up, she leaned up so that she could look down at herself. She had been completely skinned, her muscles on full display. She brought her hands to her face, spreading her bony fingers wide, and was filled with…not horror, because she had gotten used to horror over the past week. It was more like awe. In a way, she had become a medical students dream.

“Woah” she whispered. “Can you bring me a mirror? There should be one here somewhere.” Brie found one in a drawer and brought it over. Michelle clutched it in her hands and stared into it. She was almost unrecognizable now, save for her baby blue eyes. Most of her face was as red as her body was, but a lot of her head was now white bone. She rapped the top of her head with her knuckles.

“This is…actually kind of cool.”

“Isn’t it? You look like the dude from Hellraiser. Only, you know, not a dude.” No, she wasn’t. She examined what was left of her breasts-small yellow lumps of fat, with no nipples. They were soft and yielding to the touch, but she decided to leave them alone, lest they drop off. She felt herself down between her legs, and frowned.

“Hey, where did my clitoris go?” Brie shrugged, still wearing what Michelle now realised was her own skin.

“Sorry, it had to go. Don’t worry, your pussy will still work fine, you big perv you.” Michelle would have blushed if she was able to. Instead she drew her hands away hurriedly, and sat up, swinging her skinless legs up and down so she could see them.

“I can’t believe how good you are at this. Are you sure you’ve never skinned anyone before?”

“Ok, I’m a serial killer Michelle, you’ve rumbled me.” Deadpanned Brie, holding her hands up in surrender. Michelle laughed.

“It’s the “not killing” part that you’re really good at. You’d be a really shitty serial killer if that was all you did.”

“I still reckon my victims would be pretty pissed off.”

“It’s a matter of perspective” said Michelle. She tested her foot on the floor, then the other, bother standing up, still feeling a bit woozy but able to stand. “So tell me, Buffalo Brie, why do that?” She pointed towards Brie, indicating the skinsuit. Brie looked down and pulled on the nipples, stretching them out.

“Wouldn’t you, given the chance? Getting it off in one piece was kind of a pain, but it was worth it for the look on your face. “Oh you look so good, me! Oh you’re so sexy!”

“Stop it! S-t-op it!” wailed Michelle as Brie cackled. When she didn’t stop, she grabbed Brie’s hair and yanked, pulling the top of her skull away with it. Brie recoiled in mock horror, then chased after her. Given that she had a broken foot, Michelle was easily able to outmanoeuvre her, using her height to keep it just out of Brie’s reach.

“All right, all right, you win. Now give it back” pleaded Brie.

“Only if you take my skin off. It’s not yours.”

“Deal.” Handed the missing skullpiece back, Brie placed it too one side, then slipped her head back between Michelle’s lips and then quickly lunged forward, kissing Michelle on the lips with her own face. Michelle’s eyes shot open in surprise, but when she realised what was happening, she accepted the gift and reciprocated pushing a tongue past those familiar lips and into Brie’s mouth. After a while they parted, and Michelle stared at her own face ,with those brown eyes which looked so strange there. The face smiled back at her.

Brie scooted back, and then pulled herself out of the back of the skinsuit, revealing her full body. She wiped herself down with the skin before handing it to Michelle, who started to put it back on again.

“Woah there, Michelle. I know that’s yours and all, but don’t you think you should try to get used to your new look? I mean, we need you to pretend to be a zombie here, or else you’ll not just look like meat-you’ll be meat.”

It was a good point, actually. This was all so strange, still. Better get used to it. Michelle spread her skin face up out on the table. Perhaps she would use it as a blanket tonight. She couldn’t help but gaze at her labia, but she resisted playing with it for now. Maybe when Brie was elsewhere. Speaking of Brie...

“So uh…about that kiss.” She asked. Brie giggled, embarrassed.

“It just felt right, somehow. I’ve been trusting my initiative a lot more these days.” She fiddled with her intestines as she talked. “Sorry if I made this weird.”

“I think we passed “weird” a long time ago” said the skinless woman to her friend with the exposed brain. “I’m not mad or anything. I like you…”

“I thought I only used to be cute?” teased Brie.

“That was then. I’ve changed a little since then. Thanks to you” replied Michelle, stroking her hair. “Hah. We’re both a couple of baldies now.”

“It’s not so bad. I mean it could be worse, right?”

“A lot worse.” Michelle went over to the shuttered windows, suddenly conscious of the dangers lying all around them. She peeked out, spying on the hordes below. She startled slightly when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about them now. Things are going to be alright, I told you that.”

She trusted Brie, but it was hard to shake the feeling of paranoia that had haunted her for over a week now. Brie hugged her from behind, resting a chin on Michelle’s fleshy shoulder. She wanted to make Michelle feel safe. The best she could do right now was to take her friends mind off things.

“I was thinking earlier on…I’d love to hear an anatomy lesson from you.” She rubbed her hands up and down Michelle’s torso, never going above breast height.

“Anatomy lesson? You seem to know more than I do.”

“Not really. It was all just intuition and luck for me. I don’t know the names of a lot of things. Besides, I know you’re curious, aren’t you? About me…”

“I…uh..” Brie spun the girl around and took her hand.

“Come on, it’s ok. Show me what you know.” She led her to the table and laid down on it, on top of Michelle’s skin. “Ooo, this is quite comfy actually.”

Michelle hovered uncertainly, not sure how or where to start, or even if she should be doing this. Brie sensed her hesitance and gently grabbed onto a bony hand, which didn’t resist as she guided it to her abdomen. A finger gingerly poked at one of the loops of intestine. She quickly rattled off facts about the length and function of Brie’s bowels, moving from the small to the large intestine. As she did, she snaked the lengths out of the wound, letting them hang off the side of the table. Excusing herself for a moment, she went off to retrieve a clear tub, and placed it on the floor below the exposed entrails. It was better than letting them touch the floor. She went on to list similar facts about the rest of the organs in the lower part of Brie’s torso, getting a good look at them herself in the process. Brie was in truth only half listening to the lecture, preferring both the feel and the thought of having someone practically face first inside her torso, poking and prodding around in there. She wondered if Michelle would notice her arousal.

“You know, if you slip your hand up, I reckon you could touch my heart.” Said Brie.

“I…yes, I suppose I could.” Michelle grinned.

“Would you like to?”

Michelle paused, one hand resting on Brie’s spine, before slowly sliding her arm upwards…and then snatching it back out.

“S…sorry, that just seems like a step too far for me.” Brie rolled her eyes.

“You really are a big scaredy cat, aren’t you?”

“I just don’t want to risk anything with you, ok?”

“I understand. Still…it would be pretty cool. Think I’ll give it a go when you’re not looking.”

Michelle laughed nervously, her hand now hovering over Michelle, looking for a new target. She moved downwards towards Brie’s uterus, stroking it softly. Brie gave a deep moan.

“Oh, I was wondering when you’d get to that. I’ve gotten to know that part of me quite well…”

“Brie are you getting…off…on this?” her friend merely giggled in response.

“I know you want to do some exploring. Go on…” Brie brought her hands down to her soaking folds, lifting her legs and spreading herself wide. Michelle stared down at the site. It was an inviting one. She lowered her face down, noting that Brie was sitting on what was once Michelle’s face. She ignored that and focused on the hole in front of her face. She tried to part it with her fingers, and found that Brie was much looser than she thought. She couldn’t see very well without a light, but she was sure she could see Brie’s cervix. Brie squirmed on her table, still holding herself open as Michelle peered inside her birth canal.

“I turned it inside out, you know. Earlier on.”

“You did…what?”

“Watch.” Brie moved one of her hands inside herself, inching her way upwards. She hooked a finger through her own cervix, which seemed easier now that she had already penetrated it beforehand. Michelle watched, fascinated, as Brie dragged her womb outside her body. Then, Brie took two hands and forced her cervix apart. Michelle could now see inside of her friends womb, all the way up to her fallopian tubes.

“Go on. Put a hand in there” goaded Brie, panting now. Michelle carefully pushed a hand through the gap, feeling the rubbery texture of the womb with her hand. She see the outline of her fingers pushing up against the walls of the organ,. She was even able to push her fingers partly up the fallopian tubes. Eventually her curiosity was satisfied, and she gently pulled her hand back outside. Brie whimpered with pleasure as she did so, but she hadn’t came yet-it seems her boundaries were being pushed every day. Frustrated, she waited for Michelle to finish her off, expecting a finger or even a tongue to grant her release.

Nothing happened.

She opened an eye, only to see Michelle. calmly making her way across to the other side of the table, towards Brie’s head. Groaning, she sat up, glaring daggers at Michelle.

“Woah, woah, woah! What gives?”. Her friend said nothing as she continued on with her personal examination, although Brie could have sworn that she seen a small smile on her lips. Was Michelle teasing her? Had Brie made herself out as too eager, and was Michelle less naive than she had thought? Or was she really just the most oblivious idiot in the entire world god damnit all she needed to cum so badly.

“Please, Michelle, go back round and-“

Brie stopped mid-plea as Michelle stuck a finger down the hole where her nose used to be, wiggling it around. It made it hard to breathe, and she had to start breathing through her mouth. She felt a strange tickling sensation in the middle of her own head as Michelle added a second finger, before eventually retrieving them, Wiping her fingers with the nearby, dangling skin of her foot, Michelle moved on to her real target-Brie’s brain. The skinned woman wondered what angle to study this from. She squatted down, stared at the exposed organ without touching anything, before standing up again. Brie noticed her plight.

“Need a stool, doc?” she asked, with a hint of frustration in her voice.

“That would be ideal ,yes. I think there’s a few barricading a door somewhere down the west wing…”

“Or you could just, you know, sit. Like, on the table? Here, let me scoot up a bit.” Brie turned herself over so that she was facing down, before shifting down to create space for Michelle. The table was long but thin, so Michelle was easily able to straddle it with her long legs. It was only as she got comfortable, adjusting herself on the skin beneath her, that she realised that Brie’s face was now level with her crotch. She did, however, now have excellent access to the brain.

“So, uh, would you like me to talk you through the different areas of the brain? I mean I can only really see the frontal and parietal lobes, but-“

“You just go ahead and do whatever you want, Professor Buzzkill, I’ve got plenty to focus on right here though.” Said Brie, eyes straight ahead. She had a perfect view of what was basically an extreme circumcision. Michelle’s vagina had nothing to hide behind, and now was more like a basic hole than the cute slit it used to be. Given that Michelle’s legs were spread apart at the moment, the skinless pussy was wide open. On the whole Brie preferred her genitals to be intact, but as had been the case for the last couple of days, she was feeling adventurous. Brie felt a touch on the rim of her skull as Michelle traced a finger along the edge.

“Go ahead, touch it. I tried it earlier as well.”

“So do you basically have zero self-preservation instinct, or…”

“Hey, I’m alive, right? It’s fine. Seriously I want you to touch my brain.”

“Well…if you say so…”

Michelle placed her index finger on a lobe. Brie didn’t die. It was a good start. Her experiments grew bolder much in the same way that Brie’s had the day before-gentle taps became firm touches, one finger was soon joined by five, and soon they began to travel down the sides of the skull. She wondered if she could shift the brain out of the way a little and see some of the side, or even the underside. Caught up in her thoughts, she was too late to notice Brie creeping forward towards her. She was still holding Brie’s grey matter with two hands when her tongue slipped inside her pussy. She arched back, gasping loudly as Brie wrapped her arms around her thigh muscles and continued her assault.

Michelle was inexperienced in the sexual arts, and it wasn’t long until she was on the edge of an orgasm. In her throes she retained enough sense to slide her hands back up Brie’s skull, and they now gripped the rim and guided Brie’s face into her skinned crotch. As her climax started, Michelle had a moment of inspiration. She moved suddenly upwards, away from Brie’s face, so that her vagina was over her friends most precious organ. She came all over it. Clear liquid splattered onto Brie’s brain, and the thought of that was what finally drove Brie over the edge herself. They both cried out as they rode their respective orgasms. Brie sunk face first onto the table, and Michelle soon collapsed down on top. Her raw muscles rubbed on Brie’s back. They shared in the afterglow.

“Brie?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re…kinda suck fucks”

“Yeah…”