Camping sounds fun...

“I’d love to go camping!”

I beamed Alicia’s bright, happy smile, her natural joy helping mask the less savory pleasure I was taking beneath the surface at the idea of keeping her skin all weekend.

It was a strange mix actually. When I wore her, I had all her memories, her personality, her soul to use as I pleased, so I could let myself feel the real joy she would feel in this situation. But I was still me, too, and so I had both my own curiosity about living and passing as both a girl and my friend, along my perverted fetish and the sexual side of things.

“Should we invite people too? I’m more than happy with just us, but it could be fun having company too?”

Frank was trying to add up the angles so we could have the best time, but it looked like the decision was in my hands.