|
Michelle Pegg has always given me a strange feeling since she transferred to our school three months ago. The first thing that puzzled me was her incredible beauty, even though she claimed to be only 18 years old.
But she looks so sexy, it's hard to believe she's not even a minor. She had a full chest, a fair face without a single acne, and perfect blonde hair that cascaded down to her wasp-thin waist. With her tall and slender figure, she looked like a top model. She was easily the prettiest girl in the school, maybe even in the town. Most people attribute this to her enormous wealth.
But this is what confuses me... Why is she so rich? She was the only one who lived with the servants on the outskirts of town; her parents did not live with her. Everyone speculated that they were doing business in other places, but she had never mentioned what kind of business her parents were running. And no matter who asked her about it, she just waved her hand and quickly changed the subject. The only member of her family who had ever shown up was the driver, who would pull up to the roadside punctually every day after school in his shiny, luxurious silver Chevrolet to take her back to her villa on the outskirts of town. Except for her servant, no one saw her anywhere else from the time she finished school until she went to school the next day. Another weird thing - she doesn't like socializing? With her financial ability, she could easily hold a party that could accommodate all the teachers and students in the school, but she always had reservations. What's most bizarre, though, is her attitude. Whenever other pretty girls approach her, she becomes very enthusiastic. In fact, she usually acts a little too affectionate and always seems to want to hang out with other pretty girls. I once saw her staring at a pretty girl in our class with an ambiguous expression. Based on this, I immediately classified her as a lesbian, but she seemed to hate all men extremely. She ignored them and would not allow any boy to touch her, including me. Perhaps, she may prefer women, but which woman would show such indifference to the opposite sex? This is really hell. Putting aside those handsome guys, I am quite confident about my figure and appearance, but in her eyes, we are just a piece of air.
There are too many doubts. She must be hiding something and I want to find it out. After school that day, I secretly followed her car and went to her house. Climb over the wall, enter the backyard, and head towards the back of the villa. When I reached the garden, a German hunting dog suddenly rushed towards me. Fortunately, I was prepared and threw a few meaty bones to lure it away. I took the opportunity to hide in the bushes and go around the back of the house. I secretly looked up and saw Michelle standing at the second-floor window, looking into the distance, her hands fiddling with something in her hair. Gradually, her eyes seemed to leave their sockets, and before I could get a better look, she closed the window and left. What just happened? I couldn't quite believe my eyes. After waiting for a while, I rushed to the bottom of the window. There was a row of iron racks with grapes growing on the wall. I climbed up the racks, stepped on the protruding part of the house, and in a few seconds I climbed onto the edge of the window with my hands. I stuck my head out and carefully peeked into the room. Fortunately, Michelle had left and there was no one in the room. I gently pried open the latch on the inside of the window with a knife.
Then he jumped onto the windowsill and climbed into the house.
Michelle's bedroom is the largest in the villa. Looking around, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bed next to me, a large round bed covered with a velvet quilt. But I was horrified to see that the person lying on the quilt was Michelle Pegg's skin. I immediately felt so nauseous that I almost vomited. Oh my God, who killed her and skinned her so cruelly? ? Soon I calmed down, bent down and looked around.
Then he inspected the room again. There was no blood or any signs of foul play anywhere. He turned back to examine the skin again and touched it carefully. It was still warm, like it had just been worn. Picking it up and turning it to the back, Michelle's long golden hair flowed casually behind her. I pushed my hair aside and noticed a small zipper on the back that had been pulled down. The zipper was made of plastic and dyed the same color as Michelle's skin. Plus, with the hair covering it, it is almost impossible to be discovered;
Unless someone got close and groped Michelle's back. The inside of the skin is very smooth and light pink, and is covered with countless tiny holes through which the wearer can breathe. There is no doubt that this skin is artificial;
It's just a rubber suit. One wall of the room was a huge integrated closet. I opened the closet and saw many women's clothes, shirts, pants, shoes, etc. on the wall opposite the door. On the right-hand hanger were six pairs of the same Michelle skins I had seen on the bed. I was completely stunned and there was no doubt that Michelle Pegg was a complete fake.
There is more to surprise you. Next to the leather are several men's tops and men's clothing. On the walls further inside are clippings from newspapers and magazines. Their common theme is the same person - Mike Pike. I'd heard about it on the news—he'd gone on a bank robbery spree in nine states, taking millions of dollars and shooting four people before escaping. If memory serves me, Pike was a small, thin man and quite young. Could it be that he was disguised as Michelle Pegg? He fled here with all the stolen money and forged this fake identity? I admit,
It is indeed quite clever. When the police are desperately looking for a despicable man in his twenties, who would have linked him to a rich and beautiful young lady? Just as I was about to turn around and run away, I suddenly felt someone hit me hard on the back of my head with a stick. Before falling to the ground, the last thing I saw was a pair of hairy feet, and then everything went dark before my eyes.
When I woke up again, I felt that I was tied to a chair in a dark room, my mouth was gagged but my eyes were not covered. As my eyes gradually adjusted, I realized that this was in the villa's wine cellar. Bottles of wine were neatly arranged in rows on the huge wine racks, a few steps in front of me, on the upper left and right.
Compared to other relatively spacious areas in the basement, the place where I was seemed more hidden and gloomy. A beam of light shines through the door and hits the right wall far away, then disappears as the door closes. There were three footsteps coming towards me, three men, one of them was carrying a small flashlight, so they didn't turn on the light. From the residual light of the flashlight, I recognized that the man holding the flashlight was Mike Parker. The other two men must be his accomplices. Perhaps they pretended to be drivers and servants to make Pike's arrangement more credible!
Mike Pike pointed the flashlight directly into my eyes. "You're one of those brats at school, aren't you?" he growled. "Oh, I know you - you wanted to go out with me, didn't you? Well, now you have your wish, kid?" He posed seductively.
But it looks extremely funny and ridiculous. "Do you still want to pursue me?" The two men standing next to him chuckled. I felt a chill all over my body. "Since you have discovered our little secret, kid," he said viciously,
Pike sneered to my upper right, his face full of disdain. "Then we're going to take good care of you here, right now." He turned to the man on his left. "Jerry, gun," he said. The man on the left shrugged.
"Head, I thought it was with you."
"What? I didn't tell you, upstairs..."
The man to Mike's right reminded him, "Wait a minute, boss, didn't we throw away all the weapons after the last robbery?"
Mike was stunned for a moment.
Then he cursed under his breath. "Oh, by the way, it seems we didn't throw away all the weapons. We still have a gun nearby. Jerry, come with me upstairs to look for it. Bob, you stay here and watch this kid."
Mike and Jerry turned and went upstairs, leaving the third man to watch me. If I want to escape, I think now is the best time. But how to deal with this guy? I pondered for a moment, noticing the flashlight Mike had left for him, still shining on my face, and came up with an idea. I looked up at the bottles of wine, drooling at the corners of my mouth. There was also a 'gurgling, gurgling' swallowing sound coming from his mouth.
"What?" Bob asked. He noticed me looking at the wine. "You want to drink? I'm afraid you're underage?" I snorted in protest but he ignored me. "You may not be able to drink, but I can have a small glass." He turned to pour the wine, and I secretly took out the small blade hidden in the cuff of my shirt that I had used to pick the lock. Fortunately, it was not taken away by them. The rope was cut with a few strokes of the blade, and my hands were free again. Bob is still pouring wine.
I bent down and quickly untied my feet. When he faced me again,
I still pretended to be tied up. He asked me about the wines from 1920, but I just shrugged. I'm just a 16-year-old middle school student.
Not a wine taster. When Bob's back was turned again, I immediately left my chair and scurried behind the wine rack. He used his hands and shoulders to push the wine rack down before Bob could respond. The fallen wine rack pressed down on Bob, and I heard a loud bang as something hit the floor. Then the light at the door came on again, and I took the opportunity to run to the other side of the basement, pressing my body tightly against the wall.
Jerry heard the noise and ran down the stairs to see what was going on. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, because he saw Bob trapped under the wine rack. While Jerry's back was facing me, I sneaked to the bottom of the stairs leading to the first floor and hid in the shadow of the escalator leading to the first floor. Jerry bent down and pushed Bob a few times, but Bob didn't respond. "Oh, damn, this is terrible." Jerry complained, and hurried out of the wine cellar and back to the first floor to seek help. He shouted loudly for Mike while going up the stairs. I suddenly jumped out from the dark, reached out through the gap in the stair railing and grabbed his ankle. Jerry was pulled towards me with force, and he lost his balance and fell backwards, his head hitting the concrete floor and bleeding. Seeing that scene, I felt nauseous again. It's disgusting, but I don't have time to think about it right now. I'm going to call the police.
Return to the first floor. Fortunately, the noise in the basement did not attract Mike. I didn't know if he was on the first or second floor, so I decided to go to the second floor to call the police. With a quick glance at the layout of the first floor, I guessed the approximate location of the bedroom on the second floor. There were many closets and storage rooms on the second floor where I could hide and buy time until the police arrived. I walked up the stairs to the second floor, and ran into Mike as soon as I got there. He grinned at me evilly.
"Well, look at this." He grabbed my shoulders with surprising force. "No guns,
But there are other ways. "He lifted my feet while roaring, and dragged me to the balcony railing on the second floor of the living room. He wanted to throw me to death, and this was no joke. Not to mention the height of 4 or 5 meters between the two floors, the bottom of the first floor was covered with cold and hard marble floors. Mike grabbed my head with one hand and picked up my feet with the other hand, ready to throw me down and smash me to pieces. He was so crazy that he was full of strength, and no matter how I struggled, it was useless.
He threw me out with a weird cry. The moment I fell from the balcony, before I came to my senses, I subconsciously grabbed the decorative bead curtain hanging from the crystal chandelier on the roof with one hand and held on tightly to prevent myself from falling. In a panic, I swept my other hand over Mike's head and grabbed a handful of his hair in my hand. Maybe he threw me too hard before.
He lost his balance due to my strong pull. The slender wooden guardrail could not support his weight. With a loud 'crash', the railing broke and Mike screamed and fell to the hard ground on the first floor. Even from my height I could clearly hear the cracking sound of his head hitting the ground floor.
I hung on the chandelier waiting for others to be alerted by the loud noise and come to check, but no one came for a long time. It seemed certain that there was no one else in the house, otherwise they would have heard Mike's screams before his death and come to check. I swung the chandelier to bring myself closer to the second-floor balcony. As the chandelier swung upward, I climbed onto the second-floor floor, grabbing the edge with both hands and hanging my whole body on it. After I got away, the chandelier swung violently back and forth. Finally, the bolts fixing the top of the chandelier broke due to the shaking, and the falling crystal chandelier hit Mike on the head. There is no doubt that
He is dead.
I climbed up to the second floor, panting, and suddenly millions of things flashed through my mind. I can't believe I did all that! God, I never thought I could take down three grown men by myself! It turned out that the height I climbed the thick rope in physical education class was less than two feet! I was surprised I even managed to break into the house. Second, I had never used a knife before;
I had only just picked up the blade when I was passing by a hardware store, where it had been discarded because the handle was damaged. And that piece of skin, when I picked it up, my mind went blank and I was just about to... shake my head. This isn't the time to think about this. I should call the police.
When I picked up the phone, I was stunned. Because it means the police will be here soon and ask me a bunch of questions. They'll want to know why there's a dead man and two injured men in the house.
(if they were merely injured)? First of all, why am I there? However, I can't think of a better reason than stealing. Although my parents rarely paid attention to me and I didn't have many friends, I was still a relatively good student. They probably thought I was breaking into the house to steal something, and that was the best assumption. Worst case scenario, they'll charge me with murder. Of course, this could be considered self-defense, but that doesn't mean I'm off the hook. They just need to make a note on your file.
Then the rest of your life and job hunting will become more difficult. What should I do?
I calmed down and the first thing I did was to lock the door of the wine cellar.
Prevent Jerry and Bob from waking up and harming me
(If they ever wake up). Then I looked around the first floor to see if there was anything that could help me. Then I remembered those amazing Michelle skins I found in Mike’s closet. I ran back upstairs and found the bedroom again. The skin was no longer on the bed. I went to the closet and opened the door. There were seven skins of Michelle hanging neatly on the hangers. He had already put away the one he was wearing today and put it back in the closet with the others. I took down a hanger and slid the skin off it. As soon as they finished doing this, they heard a slight 'beep' sound, and then the wall where the skins and men's clothing were stored slid into the wall behind them and hid. I guess I just triggered some mechanism that hides the secret room. After searching around in the closet, he found a small mechanism hidden in the carpet. He pushed it open and entered the secret room hidden in the wall, then retreated.
After figuring out the operation of the mechanism, my attention returned to Michelle's skin in my hand. It is a tight rubber suit.
It was designed to fit the body of the villain Mike Pike so that he could disguise himself as
Shy Michelle Pegg. But will it suit my body? She took off all her clothes and unzipped the back of Michelle's suit. Then I lifted one of my legs and slid it slowly into the foot of the suit. It was the perfect size and my leg seemed to fit perfectly into Michelle's thigh. I flexed my toes and Michelle flexed hers. I bent down and put the other leg into Michelle leather and then lifted the waist and hips of the suit and covered the corresponding parts. This hip is a little too big for me.
But the suit also added padding in this area to make my butt look even bigger. In the crotch I found a small pocket that could hold my "little brother" and the bag was connected to Michelle's artificial vagina.
Allowing me to "use" the restroom without having to take off my suit. I pulled Michelle's breasts to my chest.
My hands slowly slid into her graceful arms, and my flat chest was also covered by her big and plump breasts. I pulled up the zipper on the back slightly, and the pressure of the suit tightened my body, revealing Michelle's charming curves. That way I had her body, and then her face. I lifted up my head - Michelle's mask, lowered my head and put it on my face. I pulled her soft cheeks to cover my face, and with a little force adjusted her facial features to the corresponding position on the back of Michelle's mask so that the two were completely fitted together. The final step is to pull up the zipper to completely close the back, letting the long hair connected to Michelle's mask fall down, and comb it slightly so that the zipper is perfectly covered.
On the closet wall, a full-length mirror reflected my transformation. Now I'm completely Michelle Pegg. Her curvy figure and stunning beauty are now my favorite. What was even more surprising was that as I spoke, Michelle's soft voice came out of my mouth. I think there must be some electronic device in the neck that changes the sound. I pursed my lips,
Then she raised her knees and gently ran her fingers through her hair in a sexy and provocative pose, and it was amazing how even the smallest movements were fully interpreted through Michelle's skin. Looking in the mirror, I thought, if I were Michelle, I would not be willing to be a hermit. I will be a socialite moving in high society, a sweet babe; I will be the most fashionable and friendly girl in the whole school; I will be the queen of the graduation party, the cheerleader, the university graduate student or the cooking master. With this body, I can go anywhere and do anything.
But after all, this is just a hypothesis, back to reality. What to do now? I had to call the police and tell them what was going on here. I couldn't stay in this dirty and messy scene, I had to take off this human skin suit and seek help.
Or maybe? A plan formed in my mind. I thought maybe I could use this to my advantage...
Perhaps you've heard what happened to Michelle Pegg. The police that afternoon
500
The police received a call from an unidentified man, saying that a group of suspicious men broke into the house of Paul and Stephanie Pegg (Michelle's parents' names). The police arrived 10 minutes later and found Mike Pike's body.
The thug, who had robbed banks and killed dozens of people in nine states, broke his neck in the fall and was pierced by a falling chandelier. Two other gangsters involved in the same case, Jerry and Robert, were also found in the basement. Jerry suffered a severe concussion and Robert's spine was broken. The police found a chair and cut ropes next to them.
Inferring that someone was once tied up here,
He later managed to escape and injured Jerry and Robert. Although the two robber brothers still have some memories, they no longer remember who knocked them down. On the second floor, the police found Miss Michelle Page naked, her hands and feet bound, her eyes blindfolded, her mouth sealed, and she was locked in a hallway closet. After questioning Michelle, the police came to a general conclusion of the incident: after school in the school parking lot, one of the three robbers replaced her driver and kidnapped her, and then took her to Michelle's home. Then they stripped her naked and tied her up in the closet.
Maybe he'll violate her later. When the three robbers occupied her house and were about to rest, they discovered that someone else had invaded the house. When the robbers and Michelle entered the house, a fourth man who later called the police and was likely the burglar was already in the house. The evidence was footprints left in the garden below Michelle's bedroom window; grapes crushed by climbing on the side of the house; a small knife blade without a handle; some garden soil left in the house; a garbage bag containing $700 in Michelle's bedroom; and some cow bones laced with sleeping pills found next to the sleeping police dog at Pegg's house.
The story goes that a thief broke into the Peg house, fed the dog a portion of beef and made it fall asleep.
Then he climbed through the iron frame and into Michelle's bedroom window. Since no one was in the house at the time, the thief began his theft, using a garbage bag to carry valuables. As he left the bedroom and went to the room, Michelle, Pike and others entered the house. Something happened after that, and the thief ended up tied up in the basement, becoming Pike's second convicted criminal. Michelle was struggling in the closet trying to escape. Later, the thief broke free from his restraints,
The two kidnappers were wounded.
He locked them in the basement, then encountered Pike and fought him, eventually killing him. Eventually, the thief called the police.
And decided to abandon his loot and escape the scene unscathed.
The local newspaper called him a "hero thief." After the story became public, people noticed that Michelle's parents did not come forward to clarify. A rumor began to spread that Pike might have killed Paul and Stephanie Pegg and dumped their bodies in the wilderness before taking their daughter hostage. anyway,
Michelle Pegg will still be able to inherit the huge fortune left by her parents.
That was the end of the matter, but I couldn't feel comfortable keeping millions of dollars in stolen money for myself, even if they were stolen from the original criminals. But Michelle Stephanie Pegg is so sexy, I can't let her live like a beggar. In order to make up for the psychological guilt and the losses suffered by the families of the four victims,
I sent $1 million to each. I invested the rest of the money, and soon my assets exceeded one billion.
Will I switch between the two identities? No. I wrote a letter home to tell them I was going out to sea in a caravan. I don’t think they really mind any of that;
In fact, when I saw them in a nearby town, they were still talking and laughing as usual. I even chat with them from time to time.
And became good friends with them. If I give a party, I will definitely invite them.
Right now, I live completely as Michelle Stephanie Pegg. And I am sure that I am more popular in school now that I have become a pretty baby than when I was a simple boy. As Michelle, I eat, sleep, study and play. Just take off that amazing skin in the bath,
Put it on again after washing to clean her. I have even begun to feel unfamiliar with my life as a boy, but I must admit that I am satisfied with my current life. I have new friends, new relationships and a new life, but I am not happy.
Sometimes I wonder why I am here. If the event recurs, can I handle it with the same speed and skill? One day, I was sunbathing in the backyard in my swimsuit, and my loyal German hound
(It is the original one, which has been re-adjusted)
Stay by my side and post an advertisement on the Internet using a laptop: "Need to solve a problem? Please contact me..."
I paused. I need a name. Superwoman? Hot girl? No, they are all too vulgar. A bit elegant,
A little sexy, a little playful, and a little personal. I glanced up at my mansion and smiled. Yes. I would be sorry if I didn't recommend such a good post. Great! |
