A morning as Sarah

I woke up to the sound of a familiar yet different tune to the one I was used to, Layla by Eric Clapton. I was wondering why it wasn't my usual alarm song.

"Hmm... Why did I-"

I stopped after hearing my voice, opening my eyes to see them covered by blonde locks of hair. I got up and looked around. Everything was blurry but I immediately recognised where I was.

"It... It wasn't a dream..."

I glanced down, seeing my breasts hidden underneath my shirt, my slender arms, my smooth legs... I really skinned and worn Sarah last night...

I found Sarah's glasses and put them on to be able to see properly.

"So much better... Didn't think your vision was that bad, Sarah..."

Discovering small things like this about the woman I loved by living her live brought me so much satisfaction. I could relate to her in a way I never was able to before.

I stood up and went to the living room, opening the shutters and uncovering the birds, who happily chirped when they saw me. I opened the cage, letting them free, and they immediately flew to perch on my shoulder, gently nibbling my hair and my ear. They were so adorable. Sarah often let them free during the morning, with them following her everywhere, including in the bathroom.

"Good morning my babies. I hope you had a good night." I smiled as I gave the both of them a kiss on the head and a quick scratch.

With them staying on my shoulder and being affectionate to each other, I went to prepare breakfast. I cut a few slices of an apple on a plate and put it on the table for the birds while I ate the rest. Sarah prefered tea over coffee during the morning so I boiled some hot water with the kettle and made myself some lemon-flavoured tea. I wasn't too fond of tea myself but it tasted so much better with Sarah's tongue. With the tea, I ate some bread and jam.

Still with the birds, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower, them perching on top of the cubicle's walls as I undressed and entered. The hot water running along my curves felt divine. My arousal was coming back, and it was so tempting to masturbate again in the shower... Sarah even did it a few times when she was being particularly lustful, the stream of water apparently helping a lot...

Had the birds not been here, I would probably have given in. I did my best to ignore my horniness and finished cleaning myself. Even showers felt so much better as her, it seemed.

After the shower, I finally put the birds back in their cage and went back to the bedroom to get ready for work, I didn't want to put Sarah in trouble.

I started with the underwear, grabbing some matching red panties and bra, using Sarah's knowledge to perfectly put the bra on.

I had a lot of options regarding clothes, but I decided to wear something I often saw Sarah wear at college, a black pencil skirt and a dark red blouse, something very formal, elegant, and also, in my opinion, very sexy. I finished my look with a pair of black heels, loop earrings, and a light makeup. It was strange to apply makeup, as I obviously never used any before, but Sarah's skills guided me and I skillfully put it on.

My heart fluttered when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was absolutely beautiful. No one would ever be able to guess that I wasn't actually Sarah, but merely wearing her skin. I was completely indistinguishable from her, even her birds were fooled.

Although... I have her soul, her memories, her personality... Aren't I her in a way?

I smiled, a feeling of pure satisfaction running through me as I kept staring at myself. Being Sarah felt so wonderful.

I went to grab the lunch box she made yesterday before I came here, took her phone and her bag, got into her car, and drove to college, ready to experience this day as her, as a PhD student and a college professor. I used her college card to access the car park reserved for the employees and parked, sinking even more into Sarah's persona to hide my own excitement.

I walked towards Sarah's office, observing the various people present again. Unlike yesterday, I didn't feel even an ounce of jealousy whenever my eyes landed on a student. Why would I considering my current situation? These negative feelings would most likely come back once I remove Sarah, but, for the time being, I was at peace.

I recognized some faces: a few students Sarah was teaching, some fellow PhD students, two Master students that Sarah used to tutor back when she was herself doing her Master and they were in first-year, and even a handful of her old professors that were now her colleages. All of them only perceived me as Sarah, and it was clear how much my skinwalker side was enjoying this.

I sat at her desk and opened her laptop, making sure that all the lessons for today were ready. One thing I noticed was that her phone and her laptop were both in French, and yet, I could understand everything perfectly, Sarah being completely fluent in French. Her laptop even had the AZERTY type of keyboard, Sarah having bought it during a trip to France. It was another small thing that was so satisfying to experience.

For an hour, I worked on her PhD, doing some research and taking notes as she would. After this, it was time for me to teach my first lesson in my life to a bunch of first-year students: A lesson about French phonetics. I arrived in front of the room, pleased to see all the students waiting for me, and led them inside.

I almost went on autopilot as I used Sarah's memories and personality to guide me during the class, to help me explain everything in the least boring way possible. Sarah knew that phonetics wasn't that interesting for a lot of people, especially first-years who might not continue college afterwards, so she wanted to make her classes as fun and interactive as possible, often encouraging students to interact with each other, conversing in French and trying to pronounce the words as accurately as they could.

On the surface, I was playing Sarah's role perfectly, most of my students visibly enjoying the class. On the inside, I was most likely enjoying it even more than them. It felt so fulfilling to teach these younger people, and it never failed to bring me a thrill whenever I heard myself speak French in Sarah's soft voice. My skinwalker side was loving every second of this ever since I fully wore her last night.

I had another hour of class after that and then had my lunch break. I went to sit on the bench where I met Sarah yesterday and started to eat, enjoying Sarah's cooking and relaxing after these two enjoyable and yet tiring hours of teaching. Being able to experience her life like this only strengthened my love for her, Sarah was a truly wonderful and admirable woman.