A week as Elise...

The water was warm as it ran down the front of my body, gentle heat warming my smooth skin and soft breasts. I took them in my hands and gave an appreciative squeeze as I felt Claude gently kiss my neck from behind, strong arms reaching around my midriff.

I gave a satisfied coo as I felt his familiar pressure at my lower back, hard cock pressing into me.

“Mhmm again, Darling? You’re incorrigible.”

“I can’t help it Elise, you know well enough I can’t resist you…”

“Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to spoil you a little.”

I leaned back and took his tongue into my mouth, a gentle, passionate kiss, savoring each moment and sensation as we explored each others mouths again.

My hands found the tile of the shower wall as I stuck my hips out, exposing my slick pussy. I felt him grip me as he lined up, before pushing inside, my walls sliding open, air sucking through my teeth at the rich, tight feeling of my insides being pressed apart by his cock.

He pulled back, and I loathed the emptiness left behind, before his second stroke made me feel whole again.

“Ugghhh yessss…”

It came as a choked out whisper, before I scrunched my eyes closed, wanting to feel every inch of him in the most detail as he got into a rhythm. The sounds of his own moans soon joined mine as we moved together, cock sliding deep into me, the hot slick sensation of my pussy getting filled sending rich cascades of dopamine around my body.

I felt his hands on my tits as they teased my nipples, my knees growing weak at the stimulation, before he grabbed my hips again and drilled me rougher. I could feel the pleasure building, closer and closer to a crescendo; before all at once it burst, a wail coming from me as I felt Elise’s orgasm shoot through all my muscles at once, vision almost distorting as serotonin and dopamine both exploded in my brain.

I could feel my pussy getting tighter in the moment, the outline of his cock almost feeling hyperfocused inside of me as my walls clamped down and milked him, the pressure and heat getting to be too much as it pushed him into his own orgasm. A male moan came from his lips as he came, thick, hot spurts of seed painting my walls and womb as I was filled, the sensation taking me to new heights of pleasure.

We stood, weakness in my knees almost inviting me to fall, but I was able to stay upright, barely. I felt him pull out of me and clean his dick under the water, before he stepped out and dried off.

“I’ll head to the shop and pick us up some breakfast, I shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes.”

He reassured, smiling warmly at me through the fogged up glass of the shower. I smiled back, cleaning myself off a little more until I heard him leave through the front door. I pushed the shower head up to my entrance, feeling the thrills of sexual pleasure rush back as I cleaned some of his cum out of me. Even still, I was only getting wetter myself at the stimulation.

“I guess I’ll be all wet and full down there no matter what.”

I giggled, before getting out and drying off. I wiped off the condensation on the mirror, and admired the face of the woman who stared back. She’d looked beautiful when I’d first seen her, with a make-up routine that brought together classic elegance with neutral colors to radiate well considered sensuality. Seeing her fully natural though, was its own reward. There was a fresh, radiance to her, the result of wonderful genetics and a lifestyle and diet that had maximized their potential.

At thirty years old, she could have passed for being in her early twenties if she dressed and acted a certain way, but she was so much sexier letting her greater grace and experience hang around her, maturity providing an air of unattainable superiority in a way that lacked superficial, arrogant conceit. An unpretentious superiority, one she didn’t know about or acknowledge, as true as saying the sky was blue on a clear afternoon.

A small mole off her lip was the only real imperfection, and even then, it provided more character and seemed to smoulder with sexuality, rather than anything else. Hazel eyes shone brightly, a unique color, like gold hidden under shadow with hits of chocolate, but seemed so rich and complex once light hit it. The hair too, thick and luscious, even wet hadn’t seemed to lose much of its wonderful volume. Somewhere between dirty blonde and the lightest brunette, it changed under whichever light it was exposed to, yet was attractive in them all.

I rubbed away the condensation below, examining her body. Perky, indulgent boobs with cute pink nipples sat gorgeous on her chest, creamy white skin adding a purity to the aesthetic. I stepped back and turned, enjoying seeing how low her hair fell, before my eyes were irresistibly attracted to her incredible hips and ass. So full and blessed, I let my fingers dig in greedily, loving seeing the how my fingertips sunk into the thick, soft flesh.

There was something about Elise’s body; she had all the hallmarks of a classic Hollywood beauty, the stunning women that defined the golden age of cinema. Such a gorgeous, womanly body, mixed with such sophisticated intelligence. Like Aphrodite and Athena all in one.

Hard to believe she was really me.

I felt at the front of my throat, enjoying the lack of an Adam’s apple, before pulling on the skin. There was pain, and it seemed like nothing happened, before the skin parted, goopey sinews opening reluctantly. The skin below seemed paler and more sickly, slimy and wet too, as the gap widened. My fingers dug in, and the beautiful face of Elise suddenly seemed to lose consistency and structure, eyes closing, before the head was pulled off completely, hanging down my back like a hood.

Exposed now atop this body of a goddess was the incongruous sight of my male head. It felt a little like looking at a stranger, the sensation of seeing that face tracking my movements feeling alien and a little repulsive.

What a trippy feeling… the face I’d had for my whole life feeling so unfamiliar.

It was a strange mix of things I noticed looking at myself. On the one hand, I seemed healthier now, so much time spent in a skin rejuvenating me, almost increasing how attractive I was. I did seem much paler though, my only thought being that since my real skin hadn’t seen the sun in nearly a week, it was like I was a nightshift worker, or a vampire, just not nearly as sexy.

Still though… I wasn’t a bad looking guy. In fact, in my more narcissistic moments, I would have even considered myself attractive. Although… I pouted a little. It was okay, I guessed, but there was something very decidedly average about how I looked. It felt almost as if I was put in a line-up of random men on the street and arranged by attractiveness, I might be on the right side of average, but I would never really escape being closer to that average than anything else.

Gratitude told me to be happy I was only average, and lacking any major faults, and had I remained an ordinary person I probably wouldn’t have thought much about it. But, I wasn’t an ordinary person. I was a skinwalker, something I was coming to accept now that I’d really started living Elise’s life. I pulled her face up over my own again, almost greedily. I felt the tightness and pressure as my features became hers again, felt the heat as a light steam flowed up from the skin of her neck reforming over mine, Adam’s apple disappearing as her voice was gifted to me again. It felt like coming home.

My eyes were that beautiful hazel color when they opened again, those fuller lips blessing a nearly perfect face. I gave a pout in the mirror, and saw how perfect it looked. So cute, such a mix of adorable, sexy and ****.

Ughhhh, I love it in here…

Having a truly beautiful face like this and trying to go back to average would be like becoming accustomed to only the finest steaks, masterfully prepared, and then being expected to go back to eating cold McDonald's forever. Who would make that choice, if they didn’t have to?

And then there was the pleasure of being beautiful and a woman. Some may find guys attractive, and I knew I did too especially now that I was Elise, and yet it seemed no matter what, women would always be the ultimate desire for me. And the thrill of being that desire! Not only having it with you all the time, but BEING it! What could be more intimate!

Feeling the jealous gazes from women and the gazes of lust from men, enjoying each stride in her heels. I love it so much…

It wasn’t just the thrill of being a beautiful woman that was stimulating me so too, it was the thrill of being Elise. Her life was so comfortable, especially now that her mutual feelings with Claude had been realized. Her job was easy with her knowledge, and very well paid all things considered. She had lots of free time, and wearing her soul alongside her body let me experience all the joy and passion she experienced from her hobbies.

Reading was an experience several times more pleasurable when I was her, so many deeper ideas and thoughts sparking with each passage, no genre or writing style too difficult or inaccessible for her to find great enjoyment from. She even wrote in her spare time, something I’d never done. I imagined if I tried to write a story as myself it would be dull or even a chore to read, but writing whilst I wore Elise lent me a much more eloquent turn of phrase, and an ability to transmit lush detail and the rich observations of the characters thoughts to the page.

Her relationship with Claude too… it had all the nervous excitement and overwhelming emotion of teenage love, yet with the greater competency and ability of adulthood. I could tell neither of them had ever felt quite like this with any other partners… it was a deeper love already. It was deeper than anything I’d experienced as myself too… and feeling all of Elise’s emotions, mixed together with my own fetishistic pleasure at stealing her life, was a truly unique high I couldn’t get enough of.

There was something else I’d found in Elise’s memories that I found very kinky… she had the coil fitted. An embarrassed, lewd grin took to my features as I thought about it. I didn’t know if I could get pregnant while in a skinsuit, but at least inside Elise I didn’t have to worry. That was part of why I’d been fucked raw by Claude so many times this week; we didn’t have to worry about what might happen.

And… well. I can always get it removed if I want to try getting pregnant.

The deliriously twisted and kinky idea had me hugging myself, imagining how it would feel. The ultimate forbidden experience a man would never have…

Ugh, I’m becoming so perverse...

I giggled again as I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my breasts, the sound of Claude returning letting me know soon it would be breakfast time…