Skin Changer Novels & Stories

"What is this?" I croaked, my voice ruined from all the screaming earlier. "Apply it to your face, your neck, and your hands every night before you go to bed," Silas said, his voice returning to its normal casual tone as he stood with his arms crossed. "It is an alchemical salve from the capital. Within three weeks, it will dissolve the calluses on your fingers, fade the raw scars on your cheeks, and restore the vital radiance to your skin. It will make you glow."

Was it because he had seen her real appearance? The vicious words of the people that surrounded her added salt to her wound making her wish that she had never stepped out. “Dear, if you have a face like that, it is necessary to learn the art of makeup. Come home with me I will teach you how to do it properly.” A middle-aged woman told her. “Why don’t you try Rosewater? It really helps.” “No, try sandalwood powder. It will make your skin tone even.” “Try using neem extracts…….” Sia covered her ears and ran out of the store, tears streaming down her face.

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 asked. My brows rose. “For?” “Your new appearance.” She waved her wand in the direction of my face. I shook my head. “Do what you like, as long as I’m attractive enough to catch the attention of a flea-bitten bastard.” White magic swirled from the end of her wand, hitting my skin with a pleasant tingle. Healer Iaso hummed a merry tune as her enchantment crawled across my scalp, making my hair follicles itch. This wasn’t going to be a regular glamor that created an illusion over the person, leaving their features the same. The older woman was altering the features of this body so nobody could tell that it had once been something else.

I need to rest. "Wait!" Gia stopped her from closing the door and placed a beautifully packaged facial cream in her hands. "Lina, I know you're angry with me, but I genuinely want to apologize to you." Gia spoke sincerely. "I bought this at the duty-free store today. It's an international brand and works great!" "I don't need—" "Lina, please accept it!" Gia insisted, forcing it into her hands. "I noticed that your skin hasn't been in the best condition these past few days, probably due to the change in environment. This skincare product specifically targets that, and it's very effective!"

"And... set with powder. Boom." She spun the chair around so I could face the mirror. I leaned in. The mark was gone or, at least, it was invisible to the naked eye. My neck looked smooth, flawless. "It's magic," I breathed, touching the spot gingerly. "It's chemistry and capitalism," Clara corrected, grinning. "But here's the thing, Sofi. You don't have any of this stuff. You have, what? Mascara and lip balm?" "Lip balm," I admitted.

“What did you change?” “The molecular structure. I added an enzyme derived from chameleon tissue. It should help your skin adapt more naturally to stress.” I uncorked the vial and drank it without hesitation. It tasted like copper and something bitter, burning down my throat. Within seconds, I felt the effect. My skin tightened, then relaxed, settling into place more comfortably than it had in weeks. “Better,” I admitted. Gowen beamed, his yellowed teeth showing. “I told you, master. Each batch is better than the last.”

Gripped when she cried. The stylist kept cutting. Shorter. Shorter. When she finally turned the chair toward the mirror, a stranger stared back. Her neck was bare. Her jaw looked sharper. Her eyes—too large for her face—seemed darker somehow. “Color?” the stylist asked. “Black,” Lidia said. The dye burned her scalp. She welcomed it. Pain meant change. When the dye was washed away, the stylist reached into a small box and peeled out a thin flesh-colored sticker shaped like torn skin.

I have a feeling this will be something she talks about forever. Corey leaves the room, and she locks the door. She washed my face first to see how it looked on a clean canvas. My skin is healthy, all thanks to mommy. A cleaner, moisture, toner and minimal makeup is key I probably have the clearest skin in the entire pack, not to brag. She grooms my eyebrows and tints them. Applied clay cleanser on my face and berry mask on my lips. She then steamed my face, washed it off, removed the lip tint, washed them off too, then rubbed oil on it.

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.