Choices, choices...

I supposed it was my skinwalker side that had gotten me used to it almost instantly. Walking as a woman just felt different, the different proportions of the body and center of gravity. Feeling the slight bounce and flow of my longer hair, the way the softer flesh of my breasts and ass might jiggle a little if I moved with too much ****.

Thinking about it for even a moment was a reminder of just how inherently erotic and gorgeous it was having a woman’s body, especially one as beautiful as Lisa.

As beautiful as me…

I glanced at my passing reflection in the glass window beside me as I walked, an embarrassed, blushing smile that only managed to make Lisa’s pretty face look cute. Wearing her hoodie and leggings, her smaller feet in her converse shoes, resisting the urge to sniff her clothes and body and just revel in having her scent, her pheromones coming from me…

“Lisa!!”

“There you are! We’d started thinking you were playing hide and seek on us.”

“Yeah, orrr that some monster snatched you away from us! I mean, it is Halloween after all!”

Ashley finished her spooky little sentence by making her voice sound all dramatic, rocking side to side with her hands up as though she was a ghost. Emmy just snickered to herself, trying to hide behind her hand how amused she was while I approached.

“Heyy girls… sorry, I had to go to the toilet for a sec. Wasn’t really feeling like myself.”

I giggled sheepishly, the irony of this whole conversation not being lost on me. Even as I said that though, the scintillating thrill of deception worked through me, an exciting shiver up my spine at the affection filled gazes from the two girls in front of me. That ease and familiarity, the easy way they treated me. Of course, it made perfect sense.

Aren’t I their beloved bestie, Lisa? Totally and completely?

A certain villainous, twisted ego warped its way through me at the thought, skinwalker side egging on my pride and those sadistic tendencies within me as I took the pleasure of Lisa’s friends company from her, just another way I’d become my crush entirely.

“Oh, are you feeling okay now? I can make you some soup, or we can take it easy tonight if you’re under the weather?”

Emmy stepped forward immediately, reaching up and feeling my forehead with a concerned look on her face. Lisa’s memories showed many times Emmy had been the one to look after the others, the “mom friend”, or more accurately the big sister anyone would want. It was a little funny, since she was the shortest of the trio. A part of me wondered if she would even be tall enough to reach my forehead if I was out of Lisa’s skinsuit.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m okay!”

I reached up and took Emmy’s hand on mine, the warmth of our palms mingling as I held it with a smile.

“It’s really sweet of you to worry, Emmy. I’m more than okay. Plus I wouldn’t want to ruin our Halloween plans tonight~”

“Phew, okay, you were scaring me there. I love Halloween.”

Ashley laughed, just a little nervously.

“We all love Halloween…”

Emmy rolled her eyes in response, before continuing.

“… We just love Lisa more. You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, yes! I’m more than sure. You’re sooo fussy.”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, playacting the bratty little sister. Even with the childish role, something about being in Lisa’s skin made it way more adorable and precocious than anything else.

“Buuutt… I still love that you care.”

I stepped in close and smooth, pulling Emmy into a warm hug. I could feel her head resting in my breasts, that pleasant constriction feeling so good on my sensitive skin.

“Awww, no fair! I want in on this too!”

Ashley pouted for just a moment, before launching herself on us, hugging tightly around us.

God, they smell so good!! I can’t believe I’m cuddling them so casually, ahhhh…! The friendship between these girls just has way too much affection and intimacy.

I squeezed Emmy a little tighter, pressing her body into me, being rewarded by an almost involuntary little moan. Peeking open one of my eyes, I could only barely see her cheeks with her head so buried in my chest, but it looked like she was blushing…

“Well… ahem. I guess… I guess you are feeling okay after all.”

Emmy was a little sheepish as she looked at her feet, so Ashley took up the slack of the conversation.

“And that just means you’re extra ready for Halloween, right Lisa? I think we should meet up maybe around eight, get some pre-drinks going, some music… there might be a bigger flat party before we head out?”

“I… I know a few parties we could get into. I know the organizers, it’ll be no problem.”

Ashley and Emmy beamed at me, the words almost leaving my mouth on auto-pilot as I played Lisa’s role. There was another strange tingle of ego moving through me as I said it, the feeling of so effortlessly being the popular girl who could get into any party she wanted feeling so satisfying.

“There’s our girl, the popular princess and we, your royal handmaidens.”

Ashley did an exaggerated bow as I blushed, Emmy just laughing again.

“H-hey, don’t say stuff like that, it’s so embarrassing!”

“C’monnn Lisa, when will you just submit to your royal role?”

“Never! I believe in democracy.”

I puffed up with pride, but even that seemed like a funny joke somehow.

“Ehhh, but president isn’t as fun as princess… plus I can't imagine you in those beautiful dresses then.”

“Well Ashley, maybe next Halloween we could go as princesses together? Or cosplay and go to Disneyland?”

I suggested it playfully, but saying out loud I felt this weird aching pressure in my heart. The idea of being Lisa and wearing a princess dress, looking like every inch the picture of fairytale European nobility, it was just way too pleasing to me. I wondered if maybe in some other life, maybe one where I’d decided to wear Lisa instead of fleeing back then at the start, if I’d actually done something like that…

“Definitely, that sounds amazing…”

Emmy smiled, as she interjected, before pointing to her watch.

“… Buuut, right now we should head back and grab our costumes and get ready! I know you joke about me being the ‘mom friend’, but we really do need to start being more punctual.”

Agreeing with her, I finalized “my” plans with the girls, before watching them start to walk either way. They lived in different directions, so they wouldn’t be seeing each other until we all gathered in costume to party tonight. Watching them walk further and further, I was struck with a devilish idea.

I’ve been so wrapped up in just being Lisa, feeling her body on me, listening to her voice leave my lips, playing her role… I’d almost forgotten why I’m doing this in the first place.

Grace asked to wear Lisa, to get involved with my skinsuit shenanigans this Halloween… but that leaves me open to wear another skin.

And who better than one of Lisa’s best friends? I’d be right next to Grace all night, able to look after her and help her. Plus the idea of doing some freaky Halloween lesbian action with “Lisa” while I’m wearing the skin of one of her best friends… it’s way too enticing.

As I watched the two girls walk away, I took a moment to consider their appeals, to think about which one of them I’d want to slip inside tonight. Both of them were smart and beautiful, naturally, but they had very different attractions.

Emmy was a short girl, with a medium sized bust and chocolate brunette hair. She was pretty, feisty and compassionate, the “big sister” of the group despite her short-stack status. Her most notable physical feature though, had to be her ass. My mouth practically began salivating looking at it. She had to have the best ass on campus, its shape, proportions, her hips, it’s size… I felt so pervy thinking about it. It was hard not to a categorize it as lewd or view it objectively. How would it feel to wield such a wagon? To have such an overwhelmingly, explicitly feminine figure?

If Emmy was the “big sister” of the group, then Ashley was closer to being the “little sister”. Blonde and slim, height wise she was shorter than Lisa but taller than Emmy. She had a certain southern Californian charm, a face and body that matched the perfect Venice beach or Malibu dream from its heyday in the last century. She could play it bratty and precocious, silly but adorable, quintessentially pretty. Personality wise, she was surprisingly mature, and had been hurt before in her relationships, but she still managed to pick herself up and keep going. It added a refreshing depth to her, and I knew from Lisa’s memories all three girls loved each other.

Watching either girl wander around their respective corners, I knew if I wanted to steal one of them I’d need to move fast. That being said… while they were incredibly attractive options, they weren’t the only ones.

I could give Lisa’s skin to Grace, and let her know all about the party they’re going to… and then promise to meet her there. Find some other skin, someone she might not expect. Play a game of Halloween hide and seek, where we use other people’s bodies as our ultimate costumes…