Skin Changer Novels & Stories

Bri figured she might not survive the horror of hot wax and paper strips if there were more high end alternatives, less traumatic alternatives—ones that used lasers, light pulses, and skin-smoothing sorcery with three times the results and none of the pain. Zara had scoffed at first. But when she emerged from her session glowing and dazed, running a hand slowly down her arms, her tune had clearly changed. “I’m literally hairless,” she said, eyes wide with wonder. “Like, everywhere. I feel like a seal. A really hot seal. Or a baby. A sexy baby. Is that a thing?” Bri grinned, stepping closer. In one smooth movement, she slid her hands up Zara’s bare arms, pulling her gently into her space.

Again, visions of being caught raced through my head and as they did, the more excited I became. Finally, I settled down enough, but I had to dry myself a little before I could shave my pussy. I drew some water in the sink and squirted some of my Skintimate Sensitive Skin Moisturizing Shave Gel in my hand. I smeared it all over my pussy before I began the careful task of shaving myself until I was completely smooth.

“Oh, so it’s nothing strange that every month, or let’s say every quarter, you change the intensity to a stronger one.” “Yes. The higher you go, it means the better the improvement.” My forehead creased because I was not sure what stage of improvement Zach already was. “Is there a way this can be faked?” “It’s only shifters. Human skin cannot tolerate that. So, you cannot buy that from a pharmacy. It comes directly from shifter’s hospitals. And they don’t release it unless you have the proper papers, and it goes directly into the hands of the physician or the therapist.”

Her white face, which had been originally flawless, was at the moment covered by a palm-sized scar, making her look like a ghost. "I'm disfigured! I'm really disfigured!" That was the only thought in her mind at the time. "Don't run. Come back quickly. I've only treated half of it. I haven't removed the scars for you yet." As Qin Haodong spoke, he took out another bottle of white ointment. It was also his exclusive jade skin cream, which could remove scars left by various injuries. "What? Do you mean that the scars on my body can be removed?"

She looked in the kit, pushing things around and pulling out a small blue tin with a winking cartoon wolf on it. “Shifter Stitches,” she read, her head tilting like she was a pup herself. “I’ve never seen this. What is it?” “Shifters don’t really need stitches,” I explained. “We heal so quickly that our major concerns have to do with an overabundance of scar tissue. This just has a mix of arnica and some other homeopathic agents to help the healing process.” “That’s fascinating,” she said in almost a whisper. “Okay, lift up that gauze. We’ll get you cleaned up and apply this.”

I blinked and realized I’m literary snorting. “Sorry,” I said fighting back another god-awful snort. I don’t even know when I started doing that. “I just had a naughty thought,” I admitted. His brows raised in amusement. I find myself giggling. “I guess I am a horny patient,” we share a laugh and once again, I’m grateful that I have dark skin to shield the fucking blush invading my face. I cleared my throat and looked to my products. “Well I have a rather complicated shower routine, so be sure to keep up,” I said. “There’s an exfoliator, a scrub – they’re not the same. “There’s a body wash obviously, I don’t use a bar soap. I also have a shaving cream somewhere. I shave my whole body, so tha

Third Person's POV But that was nowhere near enough. She used a special solution bought from the black market to turn her naturally silky skin into a weathered, rough mess of uneven textures. To completely wreck her facial proportions, she stuck a large, hairy mole right on her left cheek—it was the size of a pinky nail and impossible to miss. Then came the centerpiece. Using high-grade SFX silicone, she rebuilt her nose. What was once small, elegant, and refined was now a massive, bulbous "clown" nose.

It felt as if I was ravenous, my body eating Itself to stay alive. I got out of bed, walking towards the window. My eyes burning, I closed and opened them rapidly, adjusting to the light. The sun looked like it had just risen. I put my hand out towards the light, shocked by what I saw. My skin turned a brownish amber that was Shiny and slick to the touch. How best to describe It, I did not know? It was like my skin was glass, but not see through. Like I looked rock hard, yet soft to the touch. I looked shiny, not sparkly, but bright nonetheless. Like the sun hitting stained glass. It didn't hurt, but It was definitely obvious that I... was different. 'What is going on?!' I did not understand

I already knew that Jocelyn intended to kill me, and there was no way I was going to sit around and wait for it to happen. After being reborn, I had someone custom-make thin iron plates that I could wear inside my clothing to stop the cat's claws from reaching my skin. My face, neck, and hands were all coated in a special skin-toned layer that sat tight against the surface like a second skin. Even if the cat touched my hand, it would only be touching the coating, not me. Before long, the doctor Edmund had called for me arrived, took my pulse, and left with a deep frown.

My lips had a swelling in the upper corners, and small scars in the lower corners, where the strength of the blows had taken me a few teeth "all were impeccably fixed. Hair, mistreated by the frequent use of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, brittle and dull. And my skin... yellowish, with nuances of a grotesque, dark purple. Marked. "Not all the makeup in the world will disguise this," I murmured.