Skin Changer Novels & Stories

I turn the shower on and step inside, grabbing my shampoo to get rid of last night's scent. Ten minutes later and I'm squeaky clean, smelling of sweet vanilla. I wrap a towel around my body and search through my wardrobe, picking out my white cashmere jumper and denim jeans. My hair is falling freely on my shoulders and I begin to tackle it with my hairdryer, my arms aching from the strain. The bruises on my body are slowly healing . . . slowly being the key word.

The rapid self-healing was what she couldn't explain. "Wait... what is this?" Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You want to expose me to the sun with a stupid sun gel? Repeatedly, until I get used to it?" Claire nodded, still confident. "Because you know, Jacob, there are skin conditions that are just lacking supplements that come from the sun. Sometimes, training oneself in the things we fear or avoid is the way to endure them."

She had to admit that she looked so ordinary now, no one would be able to point her out from a lineup. "This face won't last very long. You'll have to resculpt it after half a month and be very cautious. You can wash it but don't use any chemicals on it. That includes makeup because makeup removers would ruin it." Stephen paused. "But I guess you won't need that." "Thanks," Hesper was very thankful. Without this skill of his, she would have a tough time getting around. "Even though you're Mr. Sanchez's friend, I have to ask, do I need to pay? I'll pay whatever you ask for."

They were across the way helping the few that needed it and weren’t healing on their own. “Do you remember the recipe? It’s written there, do it just like I showed you okay?” Omniel nodded and moved over and started taking things. Sybil looked at her from the corner of her eye. The girl had promise in this, and Sybil made note to offer to teach her. The substance she was making looked nearly skin colored and would be like skin in texture. Adhere to flesh sealing wounds. It was really great stuff in her opinion. She used it a lot when she got cuts and wounds.

"Uh, yeah. And you?" "Yep. I changed nothing about my appearance. Don't need to," he grinned proudly. Good for him. "You?" "No. Though, I made my skin a bit.." more alive? More healthy? Less dead and grey? ".. a bit more pink toned," Erin timidly finished. That works, too.

"It's fine now." Fresh scars marked her pale skin, and Julliard's eyes darkened as he took them in. "I have some excellent scar cream. I'll have my assistant bring it to you tomorrow." "Thank you, but that won't be necessary." Sharon smiled lightly. "Theo gave me an ointment that works really well. I'm still using it and don't plan on switching for now." Julliard's expression softened. "Alright. But if you ever need it, just tell me."

I would be reborn under a new name and identity entirely. "Done, ma," the lady finally said after several agonizing hours. She lifted a mirror to my face, and I gasped at how stunning I looked. Everything had changed—my skin was glowing, the scars were gone, my boobs were now lifted, making them look more firm, and I had a different face entirely. "You have to stay here for a few days so we can check for any skin reactions," she instructed, and I nodded, a smile plastered on my face.

Curiously, she pulled the box out, to take a better look at it. “I had it specially made for you. It is a treatment for your scars.” Danna Sherrod said with a sweet smile. Racheal felt confused. What was all this? Has the world turned on its head? Danna Sherrod was here, smiling at her, and had gotten her a product for her scars. “It was made by one of the world’s best scientist. The scars should be gone in five days.” Danna Sherrod said. “Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me?” Racheal could not help asking.

I needed 'em lifestyle changes. Getting out of the shower and looking in the mirror, I looked like a totally different person. I combed my blonde hair and put some petroleum jelly on my lips. Certainly wouldn't want my lips chapped in my new life. I put on a white t-shirt and a pair of blue denim before leaving my apartment.

“Well, it was worse than that. I’m just lucky I don’t walk around outside much. Going around shirtless would have resulted in a very funny-looking tan when I shaved that pelt off.” I giggle. “Pelt. That’s funny.” “The drains don’t think so. My chest doesn’t think so.” “It does look bad.” I pause to consider his predicament. “Maybe apply some olive oil if you have any? I hear it’s good for dry skin, and it won’t have any chemicals or fragrances. At least…I don’t think so. I don’t really know. It might be worth a shot.” “I have some.” He brightens a little. “Are you sure you’re not mad?”