Evelyn's apartment

I let my footsteps guide me to Evelyn’s apartment, the click of my heels echoing on the pavement. She didn’t live too far from the red light district, all things considered. She needed to be close; rents were cheaper here, and she’d had to sell her car to make up cash a year or so ago.

Now, as I rounded the corner, I could see losing her car wasn’t the only thing money woes had done to her. Evelyn lived in a former motel, whose owners had decided it would be more profitable to rent out the rooms as short term rents for the **** of the area. From her memories I knew faces changed regularly around here, and no one would notice strangers wandering around either.

I opened the door to what was once the reception, finding an overweight bald man smoking a cigar while reading a book of sports fixtures. He was Evelyn’s landlord, a sleazy man who was perfectly suited for the job. His beady little eyes sparkled seeing me, and I had to admit feeling the pressure of his shameless and immediate ogling was a little uncomfortable.

So, this is what women put up with regularly…

Even if I seemed to love getting in women’s skins, and of course loved all the attention, I could feel Evelyn’s aversion to this guy; it’s potency was enough to make the way he watched my tits sway a little in my dress as I approached less than enjoyable.

“Ahh, Evelyn. Baby. You got my rent, do ya? You’ll need to, this is the last day to pay, after all…”

His voice came out in a heavy rasp, clearly a lifetime of smoking and drinking taking a powerful toll on his voice box, before he continued.

“… course, if you ain’t got the money, s’pose we could work sumfin else out. Heheheh.”

I tossed the bills on the table in front of him, counted out precisely to what “I” owed.

“Here. That should be everything.”

His eyebrows, fat and hairy, raised and seemed to wiggle with surprise, before he reached out and scooped up the notes. He took his time counting each one, even having the gall to hold one to the light as if he was likely to find a counterfeit, before begrudgingly accepting them.

“Hmpf. Yeah, well. I guess we’re square. But you better get next months too when the time comes. Ehehe, s’pose if you don’t, there’s always that extra offer too, kno what am sayin…?”

I just rolled my eyes as I walked out. A minute later, and I was in Evelyn’s room, her life laid out bare before me. Despite the supposed upgrade to a permanent living space, this room was still every inch a motel room. Some empty takeaway boxes sat stacked on the table, the relative lack of cooking space in the meager “kitchen” area making it more than difficult to prepare food here.

From the looks of things, it wasn’t just the poor facilities that’d been making life hard for Evelyn. A pile of clothes lay messy and bedraggled on the lone chair in the room, slutty dresses, discarded heels on the floor, and a few comfier pieces like leggings and ordinary tee shirts. It was every inch the depression chair every person who’s life is suffering has, just another outward indication of the internal strife that consumed them.

As I glanced around the room, it seemed Evelyn’s memories came to me, each small piece of her life left unattended and dusty a reminder of how little she was enjoying herself. Where once her sexuality had been a source of pride and fun for her, commercializing it for survival had left her tired and sad. That, in turn, had hindered her ability to get out there, to promote herself, to climb up the ranks of this life.

Saddest of all was the loneliness. Evelyn had no-one. No family, and no friends left. It was little wonder her life was slipping through her fingers, as she felt powerless to stop it.

“Oh, Evelyn…”

I said it aloud, her voice sounding mournful with my words. I walked into her small, ensuite bathroom, looking at the woman in the mirror. She was hot, undeniably so. But looking a little closer, I could see how tired she was too. I reached to the back of my neck, pulling apart her dyed blonde hair before I opened her skin.

The cold felt gloomy as usual as my male head left the comforting confines of her, but more invigorating than the miserable chill that had haunted me before getting inside Evelyn. My own face in contrast, seemed invigorated. My skin had more color, and had lost that strange, awful translucent quality that was beginning to set into it before. The bags under my eyes had lessened, while my hair and eyes seemed to have more life.

“The benefits of getting in a skin couldn’t be more obvious…”

Hearing my own voice after the sultry tones of Evelyn was an expected letdown, but even that seemed to re-enforce an idea that’d been creeping into my head ever since I first slipped inside the down on her luck prostitute.

My hands wandered down my sides, tracing my curves, so emphasized in this tight black dress. They wandered up to my breasts, giving them a little squeeze. The way the soft flesh gave beneath my touch, the way it felt to have breasts, and to feel each finger indent into them. Even with the incongruous sight of my male head on top, this body was so beautifully female. I bit my lip, noting how much less enjoyable it was feeling the teeth press into my rougher, male lips, compared to how it would pressing on Evelyn’s glossy ones.

Should I… keep her?

Just for a little while, of course.

Standing there, wearing the body of the unfortunate young woman, I couldn’t help but feel this situation presented the perfect marriage of convenience. She was down on her luck, living an awful life, threatening to fall fully into depression. The fun of her sexuality had been totally suppressed through it becoming her profession. With things going the way they were for her, who knows how many years she had left.

I was slowly becoming a monster, losing myself as my body warped. My attempts at going cold turkey, at total abstinence, were destroying me, mentally and physically. Grace, the sweet and shy girl who’d become my friend, was nearly a victim of my urges! I couldn’t let that happen to her, she didn’t deserve it.

But Evelyn…

Evelyn hated her life, and I needed someone else’s to save my own. Wasn’t it really too perfect? I’d slow down my transformation, use Evelyn to stave it off while I preserved myself. She’d get to take a break from the life she hated. And best of all, I’d get to fully explore my burgeoning fascination with experiencing every shred of female sexuality, taking every inch of it for my own. Even that would be a favor for her, my playful fun making her bank account fat as she slumbered, my perfect second skin.