A Honeymoon could be fun...

As you look over April, you find yourself biting your lip. A honeymoon, freshly married, all expenses paid luxury as a couple in love…

The guy, Tyler Launders, is attractive, with expensive preppy style and a body he obviously looks after. Brown hair slicked back in a way that looks classic, rather than sleazy, and conventional good looks that imply he’s always lead a blessed life. Of course, he could be fun to become. Having sex with his beautiful new wife, enjoying the sun and the hotel, his life would be extremely enjoyable.

But then again… April’s classic beauty was absolutely the type to turn heads, a blonde with looks straight from the golden age of Hollywood, with the southern charm to perfectly compliment it. With these pens, you could be anyone. Wouldn’t it be so much kinkier, so much more forbidden, and so much more enjoyable to steal the new bride’s life?

A pleasant yet aching heat and wetness erupted in Carrie’s pussy between your legs, as the very female anatomy you now wore seemed to almost encourage you to continue exploring a woman’s sexuality. Mind made up, you lead the couple to their honeymoon suite, all smiles as the dreams of soon stealing a place within that relationship swirled in your head.

The couple moved behind you with an easy chemistry, the look of love almost hanging off them as they discussed what they wanted to do first. It seemed Tyler was going to check out the casino; ordinarily he wasn’t a gambling man, but it would be fun to pretend to be James Bond in the casino royale for at least a few hours, win or lose he was feeling so good after tying the knot, nothing would bring him down.

April wanted to go to the spa, really relax and unwind, pamper herself. Of course, she’d loved the wedding, and she loved Tyler even more, but a big day like that naturally comes with its share of stresses. A relaxing time in the spa was just what she needed.

As you directed the porters where to put their bags and gave them a brief tour of the luxurious honeymoon suite, your own envy was replaced with the impatient ecstasy of knowing soon the gorgeous balcony with its sea views, king sized mattress with feather down sheets and heated granite floor bathroom with its wide bath would all be yours to enjoy.

Leaving the couple, you made your way to the spa; fully ensconced in Carrie Ma’s skin, you were above suspicion. Entering the changing rooms, with their big lockers and fresh towels laid out, you shooed away the cleaners and took your place waiting against the wall, behind where the door would open, unseen to any who may enter.

You didn’t have to wait long. Within just a few minutes, April arrived, white sundress flowing easily down her hourglass frame, an easy-going smile showing just how happy she was to get some relaxation time in the spa.

Time you won’t actually get to spend, at least not with a very different filling from what you have now…

A few clicks of the pen and April, the young, freshly married blonde beauty, was nothing more than a pile of vacant skin on the floor of the spa changing rooms, waiting to be worn. Carrie’s masterkey locked the door as you strutted over, enjoying the click of your heels on the floor as you pulled April’s skin free of her clothes and laid it down on one of the benches.

You could see a mirror against one of the far walls, and got to enjoy first- hand how strange it was to see the pretty Chinese- American hotel manager fumble at the back of her neck, before her face fell forward like a mask, revealing your own, unassuming male one beneath. You took a moment to squeeze Carrie’s breasts and run your hands over her ass and thighs, enjoying feeling the way her uniform sat on the female body below your neck, before sighing a little and getting out of her.

You were going to miss Carrie; even after only a short time inside her skin, she’d made a big impression. Still, though…

As you worked your way out of her, you were already excited at the prospect of slipping inside your new skin. Setting Carrie’s clothes to the side, you peeled your way out of her, feeling a strange tingle work its way through your real skin as it emerged out from under hers. It must be the feeling of sudden, supernatural growth, you thought, after all, Carrie was significantly smaller than you, so suddenly regaining your bigger, masculine form was certainly disconcerting after even a small time in a smaller woman’s body.

Strangest of all, was the rushing drop of gravity that announced the return of your distinctly male anatomy; all at once, having a penis again seemingly erupt from the formerly stolen female internals you’d enjoyed was quite an experience.

You stood, hands on knees, panting a little at how intense these feelings were, as Carrie’s skin pooled by your feet. When you felt like you’d recovered, and your excitement couldn’t quite take the wait anymore, you shuffled over and lifted up April studying her. Even deflated like this, she was still gorgeous. You found yourself swallowing a little, anticipation over what you were about to do filling you with warped, perverted enthusiasm.

No time like the present…

Flipping April over, you found that long slit running down the back of her skinsuit; the threshold you’d cross to take over her body and her identity, stealing the honeymoon from this beautiful young bride. Your left foot went first, unable to wait any longer. She felt warm, and slimy inside, a slightly gross yet utterly carnal and erotic sensation, your foot sliding down her leg and slotting into hers. Tight compression in between each toe, followed by a flash of pins and needles, was all it took to give you her cute little foot, its nails painted shiny white color, like little pearls.

How perfect for the new bride I’m going to be…

You caught yourself blushing furiously at just how girly a role you were about to take on, and how exotically deviant an identity it was for a young man to steal. Your right foot had been transformed into April’s by now, as you pulled her skin higher up your legs only to feel the strange mix of compression in parts and widening in others as you gained her silky smooth thighs.

Now…

Her crotch was just below yours, and you pulled it up quickly, twisted lust to feel her pussy inside you compelling you to hurry it up. For a moment you could see the outline of your inflamed cock pushing against her skin from the inside, before it was wrenched down, and the powerful penetration of April’s womb erupted inside your guts, her internals spearing deep inside you as your took her most feminine place for your own.

A low moan ripped unashamedly from you at how sudden and pleasurable it was, before that same pussy immediately because hot and slick from arousal, female desire coursing through your new anatomy. You tried to suppress a giddy smile as you pulled her torso up you and thrust your arms into hers, gasping a little as her indulgent, luscious D-cup breasts inflated on your chest.

New, slim fingers dug into their soft flesh, taking a moment to flick one of your new pink areolas, pain and pleasure alike mixing exquisitely at their sensitivity. Too excited now, your face disappeared inside hers as the greatest pressure yet descended, white light pressing onto your vision as you became totally April.

When you opened your eyes, it was her pacific blues that looked out. Skipping over to the mirror in a girly fashion, you loved feeling the way your new assets jiggle before you caught sight of the new woman in the mirror.

“Oh wow… April, I think I’m going to love being you…”

The voice that left your plush new lips came out in April’s ever so sweet southern tones, and you knew she would have been a veritable belle of Charlottesville back in the day. Honestly, she still was now, and knowing that now you had become that girl who’d never fail to turn heads make you feel giddy with pleasure.

Now that you’d slipped into your new skin, you found yourself wondering what to do with the Chinese-American one you’d just left…