Being the girl next door

“I’m so glad I decided to do this…”

Alicia stared at her reflection in the mirror of her wardrobe, before pulling at her cheek. She winced a little at first, clearly suffering as anyone would, before suddenly her cheek warped and was tugged beyond what ever should have been natural.

“… but after getting a taste of how wonderful her life was, there was no way I could give it up…”

Gone was the cheerful, sunshine infused sound of Alicia’s voice, replaced by my own male one. It sounded so discordant in comparison, and it wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying to talk with. I let her cheek go, her cute face returning to normal, the perfect disguise over my own.

“That’s better.”

Speaking with her voice again just felt so much more enjoyable than speaking with my own, and so much more satisfying to hear. Even after being inside her skin for over a month, I still couldn’t get over how comfortable her life was.

At the beginning, I’d been so conflicted. My moral side had been horrified at the idea of taking over her life. Alicia, who had been so kind and helpful, her genuine smiles and the way she helped people without a second thought being so attractive. Stealing her life would be so wrong…

But then, it was always easy to espouse morals without any skin in the game.

I laughed a little at the new meaning that phrase was given when applied to this situation, the sardonic tone I would have had as Alex replaced with a cute, unassuming giggle as Alicia. Lofty ideas of doing “the right thing”, at least as I’d understood them before, seemed so shallow and hypocritical to me now.

After all, what could be more right than love? Would a man who sacrifices strangers to save his family be considered immoral, or would most do the same? I’d lived my whole life never coming close to the kind of love Alicia and Frank shared. Rejection by my crush in highschool, shallow flirtations with girls who cared even less about me than I did about them. My luckiest break of all, my date with Lisa, turning out to be nothing more than a trap laid by a monster.

A bland life, grey and formless and empty. Compared to Alicia or Frank, that was what I’d had as Alex. I’d never really noticed it before, but my whole life before seemed to have a subtle, pervasive feeling of “wrongness” that touched and filled everything. A strange, immutable dissatisfaction, that I could never quite put my finger on.

I think I’d experienced more happiness since putting on Alicia than I ever did before. Everything just felt so much more “right”; from the way her blonde hair brushed against my shoulders, to the way her smaller feet felt slipping into her sneakers. The airy sensation of wearing one of her skirts at a party two weeks ago, all smiles as I hugged “my” friend as we celebrated at her birthday party, to the way the cake had tasted so much better on her tongue than on mine.

Looking over the perky b-cups on my chest, I couldn’t help but admire their pretty pink nipples, enjoying the fading bikini tan line left over from summer. Nearly all of Alicia’s sunkissed tan had faded now that we were mid-way through autumn, however there were enough traces left to be sexy, to show the history of the skin I now wore; history I was now the one writing.

It felt so empowering to think like that, to think that for all intents and purposes I was Alicia now, everything the old her had done had just lead to the moment I took the reins. She had just been getting this life set up, getting the perfect boyfriend and popular friendgroup ready just for me, assuming her position effortlessly.

There was another way I’d become her just recently, one that made me blush even to think about. After a month inside her skin without removing it, I’d had my first period. At first I was shocked, scrambling around her memories just as I scrambled for a pad in the ladies bathroom, stopping the bleeding awkwardly as I tried to use stolen memories to guide me.

I was so amazed, even with the discomfort and the gross nature of what was happening. I couldn’t help but feel a pervy, disgusting fascination as I basked in such a uniquely female experience. It felt a little like it ticked a box, like I’d really reached a new stage of being a woman. Something that turned me on to no end too… if I could have periods, that meant I was fertile too.

I squeezed myself into a hug as I rocked back a little on my heels, squirming.

Even thinking about it makes me feel so…

I could feel the stolen pussy I wore get hot and wet, knowing that any time Frank fucked me raw could impregnate me turned me on so much. Would it even be possible to get pregnant in a skinsuit? Having periods made me think I could. Would I be able to get pregnant, then take Alicia off, abandon her to carrying a child I’d created?

Or would I really be sealed in her skin once pregnant, unable to leave until I’d given birth? Having to carry the baby to term, feeling the bump as it grew, knowing there was new life I’d created growing inside my womb… it was so taboo, so forbidden for a guy to crave that, stealing the skin of a girl and stealing her first experience of motherhood too. Flawlessly inserting myself into her life, her boyfriend totally unable to tell I was an imposter wearing his girlfriend’s skin as he fucked me, impregnating me.

Maybe the truth was somewhere in between. Maybe I could get her pregnant, and then leave at any time. Even the thought, however twisted, dialed my lust higher. Imagining holding Alicia’s deflated flesh, her skinsuit sporting a baby bump, that anyone could wear and become an expectant mother. Or maybe when Frank was out of town, I’d take Alicia off and hang her up in the closet, take a break from the pregnant life, and steal the flesh of another one of my flatmates. Images of partying, dancing at a club as I wore Jessica, then taking a stranger home and fucking him till dawn flashed in my mind. Before slipping out of her and getting straight back into Alicia, a night of debauchery covered completely in the wholesome guise of the girl next door.

Well, as long I keep taking these it shouldn’t happen…

Alicia was on the pill, so as long as I kept up her routine I shouldn’t get pregnant. I held them in my hand as I considered. Taking them everyday was the smartest option. Still though… I liked the possibility of knowing I could just stop and get pregnant anytime I liked.

I slipped Alicia’s panties up her smooth legs, enjoying the comfortable, tight flatness as the soft cotton sat on her mound. Her bra followed next, slipping it on with ease that was increasingly not just hers, but mine too the longer I stayed inside her. Within a few minutes, I was fully dressed, her tight jeans displaying her ass while her top traced the outline of her body. I threw one of Frank’s flannel shirts on top, loving how big and oversized it looked on me, and how it smelt like him.

“Stealing my boyfriend’s clothes… hmmm, what a classic girlfriend experience.”

A light dusting of make-up and I was ready for Alicia’s classes, as I slipped her cute backpack on. Looking over the girl in the mirror, I knew I’d made the right choice. All that angst, and conflicted suffering I’d carried in my heart. Almost a self-loathing, a deep fear of admitting how much I loved being her, how much better her life, her relationship, her body had felt than my own, had melted away.

I’d already tied up the biggest loose end. As far as my flatmates and friends were concerned, “Alex” had dropped out. It’s an unfortunate, but regular enough experience for college students to drop out in the first month. Maybe they can’t handle being away from home, or have a realization that the course they’re studying isn’t for them, but whatever the reason it’s common. People were disappointed to hear I was going, and my flatmates in particular were shocked to hear just over a group chat message, not even in person.

Frank had said he was sorry to see me go, and that he felt we could grow to be great friends. I’d commiserated from inside Alicia, as I felt the strangest mix of feelings; just the slightest tinges of guilt, blasted away under the mischievous, empowering, taboo rush of deception, revelling in the flawlessness of my Alicia disguise.

As for my family, well, they still thought I was here, working away diligently. I sent them the odd message, just to make a small appearance of normality. None of my lecturers had seen me in over a month, but inside a university it was all too easy for a single undergraduate student to become just another number, a functional ghost in the machine, slipping through in the tide of thousands of other students. The final cherry on top was amending my grades. It would be too much effort to wear all of my lecturers after each test, so I’d just decided to go direct to the source.

On campus, there was an administration office that dealt with grades. It was relatively relaxed work for the women who worked there, shuffling numbers around in a process that was mainly automated anyway. At the end of September I’d skinned one of them and wore her to the office, all smiles and idle chitchat with “my” co-workers. Then I’d just amended my grades for a month, before taking her off in the public toilets, restoring her and letting her get back to work. If somehow anyone had seen me, they would never suspect Alex; after all, it had been the cute, sunny blonde girl, Alicia who had emerged from the back of the middle-aged administration secretary, before skipping back for a night of romance and sex with her boyfriend. All I needed to do was repeat this every month and I’d be able to graduate at the end of my course, having never attended a single class.

I’d been horrified at first, but now I can’t help but be so grateful to that skinwalker now… it really made me the man I am today. Or… well, the woman I am today.

I giggled a little at my joke, even just hearing Alicia’s voice leaving my mouth causing a shiver of serotonin to tumble out of my head. My life had been such a dream since I gave it up and stole Alicia’s, and I didn’t want to ever let her go…