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GO TO https://medium.com/@cleoenfaserem/pictorial-for-a-naked-eye-adult-18bffa7593d2

IR A https://medium.com/@cleoenfaserem/pictorial-for-a-naked-eye-adult-18bffa7593d2

Another skipped one:

'body a day' #22: satisfied

It really isn't just the urge to grab a sexy hunk. It is more than that, a feeling, that I can hardly discribe, a feeling, that comes in all shapes, sizes, variations, captivating me ever since I discovered that book, especially that spell that gifted me with such incredible possibilities.

I found it in the library I help sometimes, burried between heaps of junk, old books, magazines and stuff. It looked rather unassuming, the cover damaged and old, covered with old wrapping paper.

As I opened it, the smell of dust and ages of neglect emerged. I grinned as I read the content. Yet I couldn't help but get curious.

So I took it with me, browsing through the book every now and than. It all seemed so well written, so real. I dove into it more and more, playing with the thought of it beeing real up to the point, where I started to practice some basic focusing- excercises, gathering mterials as I stumbled upon them, getting others via dubious sources online.

Just weeks later I found myself sitting inside my room, feeling a rther strong tingle in my fingers while murmuring ancient lines, sending waves through my body I can only discribe as energy in lack of better words.

According to the book, the ritual I chose would let me do a procedure I didn't even know would create a craving I couldn't get out of my head. And as I got this far, I had to bring it further. I had to try whaat all these preparations were meant for.

The next days I hardly thought of other things, distracted, confused, fighting at times if I should do it, if I even have the right to do such a thing.

One long evening walk a few days past that intense sensation I still had only that thought, strolling through the streets, looking at people, guys, at myself in storefronts, still feeling the echo of that tingle, that energy. And like the days before, it grew, when I thought about it. At times I even started to chant the words.

When I walked around a corner, entering an empty alley, I couldn't stop it anymore. As I saw a guy entering from the other side I mumbled on, intensified my words, my focus, feeöing that emergy up until I reached out when we walked past eachother, touching his wrist when my body collapsed. Or rather it felt like that with a rush of that energy jolted through my fingers, my sight getting blurry, my body hardly able to keep itself upright.

And when I was able to collect myself again, I noticed a pile on the ground, a pile, where that guy just walked over, nowheee else to be seen. A pile of clothes, topped by... hair? I bent downwards, touching that strange, rubbery material underneath, cautiosly picking it up.

A moment of horror ran through my head when I recognized the features of that guy. But not only that. It worked!

But as I heared a sound I quickly gathered that lump of whatever was left of him, making sure to cover that skinlike material with his clothes before I rushed through the city back home.

Back in my flat I could still not believe it, sitting infront of that pile. Did I kill him? Did it hurt? Slowly I started to explore it, picked the clothes off the hollow body. Seeing him spread out on my bed, his deflated shape, sprinkled with hair, again, I felt the unease of all those questions in my head.# But now, that I had gone so far, I figured, I had to finish it. So I undressed. Again, standing infront of his hull for quite a bit before I picked him up, ashamed of the reaction below my belly.

When I turned it around, searching for the opening, described in the book, it seemed like the touch of my fingers created it alk by itself. So I went on, stuck my foot inside with a noticable shudder, sliding down to what was left from his foot, following by the other one. I was quite releaved as the material turned out to be very flexible. So I pulled it up and over my hips before I slid my hands inside, followed by pulling it over my shoulder.

Still unsure of how I should feel about it I went to the mirror. To see me, wearing this skinlike hull really gave me the creeps. It didn't really feel like skin and I was very happy about that as it otherwise would have been even harder to compensate. To see the frame of that guy stretched around me rather distorted was strange enough.

For the last step I thrn grabbed the mask, surprised to not smell anything at all as I pulled it over my face. I hesitated for a moment. When the mask was on that should be the final step. This should finish the process. Dispite everything else in the book worked out exactly as written so far I still was slightly concerned if something could go wrong. But eventually I pulled the mask that final inch.

And there it was. I could clearly feel the opening merging until there was no tracable seam. And along with that, my ehole body seemed to come in motion, shifting, stretching and shrinking while my head spun around, dizzying me to the point where I sank down to the ground. I nearly fainted, trying to keep myself somewhat up as I sat on the ground, having the world twisting, blurring before my eyes, my skin feeling like it melted.

I couldn't really tell how long it took until I recovered, until I was somewhat clear again. I even had to remind myself, what was happening again, starting to check my body. It felt... normal, yet different. Was it all an illusion? I couldn't really tell by looking at my hands as I was still kind of hazy, so I stood up.

When I ended up infront of the mirror though, I almost fell down again. Looking back from the surface was... that guy! In disbelief I lifted my hand, feeling my face. So did that huy. It was me, him, I was him! I... wore him. Again, a shiver ran down my spine with that thought.