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Scanning myself into my building, I stepped inside and took a deep breath. My body felt better than usual after my morning jog. Stretching a bit, I then walked into the elevator and selected my floor. As I leaned against the polished mirror interior of the lift, I couldn't help but admire myself. I felt more attractive than usual today too. I sighed, and relaxed as I headed upward. I had the day off from classes, so I'd probably spend some time playing catch-up on my unfinished work. The good mood I was in today would certainly aid in motivating me to get it done. As the doors slid open, I flashed myself one last glance in the elevator. Smirking to myself and really enjoying the extra dose of serotonin my body was giving me, I headed out the elevator and into my apartment.

Stepping into my bedroom, I threw off my hoodie and looked at myself again in my full­-length mirror. I couldn't help but keep admiring myself today. It was like someone else was inside my head complimenting me; telling me I was far more beautiful than I really was. I chuckled to myself at that thought and began to peel out of my leggings and underwear before going to shower.

In the bathroom, steam was pouring out from the hot shower I'd started. I found myself looking in the mirror again. It was kind of odd to suddenly feel so vain. I tried to think of anything that might have happened before my jog. I recalled my whole morning routine, and nothing was out of place with it. Thinking back some more I began recalling a dream I'd had. I remember seeing things through the eyes of Brett Dukes, the star quarterback of the school football team when we were in high school. It was so surreal. Rushing to work. Confronting my manager. Finding out she was some monster as she turned me into one of her own in that office. Hobbling into town. Leaning against a building out of breath. Noticing a cute jogger go by. Losing control of myself and rushing at her. Making her a skinsuit... Putting...her on...and losing myself...in her memories...as I went to go to her apartment... to collect myself.

My blood ran ice cold as I looked at myself again. That wasn't real, was it? I reached up and pinched my cheek. It felt real. Like it was my own skin and not some mask. But then I started to pull. I winced at first as it hurt briefly, but I kept pulling and saw as my cheek stretched beyond what was possible. A different face underneath my own showing itself in the mirror.

I screamed and tumbled backwards, bumping my head on the bathroom door. I'd begun to hyperventilate. I was scared of what was going on. I was... Who was I again?

I started to panic more as I realized the only name that came to mind was Brett's. I scrambled to the mirror to look at "myself" again. I saw the same, raven haired cutie I'd seen every morning, but now it just seemed off.

I gulped, and then reached back and began to pull at the nape of my neck. Praying this was all just a bad dream, but it began to give way and peel open as I pulled my current face off.

There I stood, a confused mess in this girl's bathroom. Our memories a swirled mess in my head. It was wild seeing my head atop her body. How easy it had been to lose myself in her, and I hadn't even bothered to discover her name.

It had been so easy to forget myself in no time. I recalled reaching into her memories to try and find my way back to her apartment and slowly sinking deeper and deeper. The thoughts of two people in one head was too much for me to handle. Or so it seemed.

"That creature said I could mess with memories, yeah? Let's just see if that's true."

Calming myself, I focused on the whirlwind in my head and tried to sort out the collection of thoughts. Plucking what I believed was my own from the mess that was our memories in my head until I felt something sort of pop into place. It was like all that was her neatly situated itself into its own little cubby in my mind.

It was like these cursed powers were slowly revealing themselves to me as I consciously embraced them. Being able to place what was this girl in her own section of my mind to draw upon when needed was definitely better than the swirling mess that was in my head earlier.

Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror before it fogged completely over with steam. My rash was still there, but the pain had certainly died down as I'd been in her for a bit.

As far as the whole memory conundrum, I had a few ideas. One, I needed to wait to let whoever I stabbed settle into my noggin before donning them. Two, the toxin that creature injected into me did more than just burn away my skin, but also **** me to forget my old self. Or three, when my new instincts kicked and I lost control, everything in my head must have been in such disarray that I got muddled beneath all those thoughts. And I also couldn't rule out that my theories could be a mix of the three in some way too.

I then buried my head in the petite hands I wore, "I really have become a monster, haven't I?" I asked no one in particular in that lone, steamy bathroom.

Looking over at the running shower, I remembered that the whole reason I'd come in here was to shower off from the jog I'd hijacked this morning. I looked at the misshapen husk that was this girl's head resting on the bosom I had stolen, and decided it'd be best to go ahead and follow through with it.

Slipping her back on like a mask, I stepped into the hot shower and felt a welcome burn for the first time since I became a skinwalker.

Hot water danced across the nubile flesh I was in. It was a different experience than the showers I'd taken in the past. Each time I brushed by my nipples with the girl's puffy loofah sponge, my body would ripple with a shock of arousal. Her floral shampoo and conditioner tickling my nose with scents that relaxed me and generally boosted my mood. Steamy water trickling over curves I'd never had. Breasts, thighs, butt, all giving me a myriad of sensations that were almost addictive.

After surviving my first shower in a female body, drying off, and blow drying my hair, I lounged on the girl's cushy bed. It was far more comfortable than mine, and was also decorated with a few plush animals.

"I guess now would be a good time to be acquainted with who I'm wearing..."

With our memories better sorted in my head, I finally drew up her name.

"Sherry Owens... She was a year behind me in high school. Had a crush on Tucker Schale, mister popular in her graduating class. Typically shy, and a bit self conscious she finally came out of her shell in her senior year, but still couldn't well up the courage to ask out Tucker. Hung out with friends at the Friday night football games. Stayed in town to study nursing at the community college while her friends went off to university. Currently taking classes while working part time at Davey's Diner as a waitress to cover rent and classes. Parents own a small farm about 30 minutes out of town and they help her cover expenses with profits they make at the farmers' market."

Letting out a relaxed sigh, and with the knowledge of who I'd become, I decided next to...