Skin Changer Novels & Stories

Immediately, I stepped back putting my palms on my face to hide it, so no one could see the repercussions of what the sunlight could do to my skin. The damage had been done. My arms began to crack and a shaft of light began to glimmer. I rushed past the crowd, hitting people, walls, and everything that came my way to reach the washroom. Where I locked myself until it got normal, all the cracks healed within the blink of an eye, and my pretentious skin came back.

If I chose to be exempted, it would only make people hate me the more as they would feel I was acting like I was better than they were. “Here you go, Layla. Apply this ointment on your skin three times a day, it would get rid of the blemishes on your skin caused by the torture you’ve been undergoing,” she said. I forced a smile as I collected it from her. “Thank you, ma. I’m very much grateful,” I said, staring at the small bottle in which the oily substance contained.

My shedded skin. When I shed, it's normally slimy like mucus. Over time, the skin tries to dehydrate itself. It becomes thicker, and crisp. The liquid itself evaporates, however the piece he is showing me looks to have had water or something added to it, trying to keep it fresh. “I don’t know what that is,” I lied, looking away from the bag, focusing back on the young man. “No? You don’t?” I shook my head. “It looks gross though,” I screwed my face up in disgust. “I don’t know what this is about. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you think I am… but I want you to let me go.”

Amy came to my side, placed his makeup box on the tea table by the side, and took the things out as he said, "From now on, I'll help you do makeup every morning and night, and I'll help you remove them. But you can choose to remove them by yourself. It is quite simple. I'll give you a small shovel with which you can shovel away the wax on your skin." As Amy spoke, he took out a small stick that looked like it's used for sculpture and placed it aside.

"Miss, my potion store is right next door. Would you like to visit?" Turns out, there was a door between the two shops, allowing the shopkeeper to rotate between them without losing business and reducing personnel costs. "Of course," I followed Sasha to the adjacent shop, where I saw shelves filled with colorful potions. "We have potions that aid in smoothing skin, whitening, scar removal, and brightening hair color, among other functions. We also have healing potions, but they are a bit more expensive," Sasha explained enthusiastically. Feeling tempted, I, like any girl, couldn't resist potions that promised to enhance beauty. In the end, I didn't hold back and purchased many potions.

I called out, raising my glass. “Margarita Senoritas!” the other two cheered. I sank into my favourite armchair, watching the condensation bead on the glass, trying to forget the car idling outside. "Okay, I’ve got the new charcoal peel-off masks," Cleo said, lining up the tubes. "I’ve got hydrating eye patches, a foot peel, and the new Essie collection. Ti, you’re going first. Your skin looks like you’ve been living in a library basement."

My skin gets easily dry, so I need moisturizer on my face—but not too much. “So are you saying that your ex had a small koko?” She asks. I want to face palm myself so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin what Shani already applied on my face. So I just sigh. “Even though my ex was an Asshole, his koko was huge. Anytime we had sex, he always hit my deep spots. He was a good fuck I swear. But even though he was good at sex, he is a cream boy (a show off).” I explained. She is now applying foundation, using L’Oréal Infallible Fresh Wear. Since my skin is dark, she makes sure the shades are dark as well. She wants my skin to snatch weaves and wigs off.

It was easier than arguing. She worked quickly, her agile fingers applying concealer to the dark circles, foundation to the pale skin, a touch of color to the cheeks to disguise the pallor of pain. It wasn’t heavy makeup — nothing that would draw attention — but enough to make me look human, not the specter that had just left the Arsenal. Finally, she applied cocoa butter to my lips. “And your hands?” she asked as she finished. “They’re shaking.” “Side effect of the medication. It’ll pass.”

she said with an anxious voice. “Why would you think so?” I asked her calmly. “She asked if I was not using the skincare products that she got me, but I told her that I was using them, and she said that she wants to change them to another brand,” she said anxiously. “You are right about her being suspicious; listen to me carefully; you are going to pour out the remaining lotion from the bottle into another bottle and hide it for the time being. I told you that you need to use it for exactly thirty days to be fully healed. Let her get you the new products; you can just leave them in your room and flush them little by little, so she wouldn't know. "I instructed her with a serious tone.