Exploring Irene's life and body

I was hesitant to do anything for a moment, until I recalled my time as Sarah... The shame of what I did back then was far outmatched by the wonderful memories. And Irene pleasured herself so much these last two weeks as well, all her recent intimate moments were still vividly present in my stolen memories. I wanted to feel it again...

"Fuck it... It's... It's my body for now... I am Irene..." I said as I started to navigate through the house towards my bedroom.

Irene's house was heavily decorated, with a multitude of paintings, pictures, plants, statues, and all sorts of other things around. She liked her house to be full and busy. I couldn't really enjoy the decor with how horny I was, though.

I got into the bedroom and swiftly undressed, removing my boots, skirt, and camisole, leaving me in my underwear. Seeing my hot reflection in the mirror only increased my arousal even more. Even my pantyhose were getting wet now, so I tossed them aside too, alongside my panties and bra.

I bit my lower lip at the sight of my mature, naked body. Irene's own soul was looking forward to it with such eagerness, I couldn't resist anymore. I laid on the soft bed and lowered my hand, caressing my now dripping slit. I gasped, shivers of pleasure running through me. How I missed this sensation~

I continued, inserting a finger inside while teasing my nipples with my free hand. I closed my eyes, recalling Irene's recent memories of intense masturbating while thinking about her 'dear' master. I hurried my pace and inserted a second finger, the pleasure building up more and more, but it wasn't enough. Almost on autopilot, I opened the top drawer of the night stand and grabbed a dildo Irene used intensively these last two weeks.

Seeing it in my hands made me stop briefly, as I reconsidered what I was doing. Can I... Can I really insert that in me?

Obviously, I could. I currently didn't have anything preventing me from using it down there. I was fully a woman. A horny woman who desperately needed some relief.

I moved it towards my lower entrance and inserted it slowly, moaning loudly as I felt my insides being pushed apart. Having something inside me like this was so intense, making my body jolt in pleasure.

God, that's how it feels like to be penetrated...?

It was something no cis man would ever get the chance to experience, but I was living it right now...

I needed more, I started to thrust it inside and pull it back in rhythm, my mind overcome with bliss and lust as I hurried the pace. A few minutes later, I let out a loud scream of ecstasy as I orgasmed. Overwhelmed, my brain almost stopped working for a moment. I just laid on the bed, breathing slowly as I basked in the afterglow.

"I love this... It feels so good..." I muttered.

I slowly rose my hand, observing my slender and slightly wrinkly fingers. Was my mind truly clouded by the curse when I was wearing Sarah, Carmen, and Rowana? Or was it just what I truly wanted? Deep down, did I wish to be a woman? The life of a man was way too bland compared to that of a woman, it was something I could no longer deny. These desires I tried to repress again after leaving Rowana's life and regaining some clarity came back in full **** ever since I doned Irene's skin. It was a powerful high whenever I was in the skin of a woman, it felt so novel, so fascinating, so... liberating.

"Why should I feel ashamed...? There's nothing wrong with that, I'm allowed to like it..." I mustered, clenching my fist.

I would still live as my normal self for the most part, following my original plan and keep reassuring Claire, but I wanted a female skin for when the urges would be coming back. And when the time would come for me to fully abandon my original identity, I would find a woman I could become.

The dildo was still partially inside me, but I didn't even notice until I tried to get up. I removed it, letting out another soft moan as I did so, and looked at how messy the bed was.

"Oops, I need to clean that..."

I grabbed the bed sheets and the clothes I'd been wearing and brought them to the washing machine, quickly turning it on before taking a much needed shower to clean myself. I carefully washed my borrowed skin, making sure to fully get rid of the stench of sex. All this touching was arousing me again, though, so I had to be swift and focus.

I left the bathroom a lot more at peace, a towel around my body and another on my hair. I took one of Irene's pajamas and got dressed before drying my hair with a hair dryer. I put new bedsheets on the bed, and then readied the clothes I'd be wearing for work tomorrow. I chose a beige blouse, black capri pants, sheer pantyhose, and strappy black pumps. An elegant but comfy look for Irene. I chose practical underwear to go with that, I didn't need to wear anything sexy.

Satisfied with my choice, I then used Irene's memories to reach the guest room. It had been a while since she'd last received any guest, but Liam would soon use this room as his own bedroom, so I cleaned it up a bit, removing the dust and making sure the sheets were clean.

While doing so, I explored more of my borrowed memories, remembering Irene's ex-husband. She truly loved him deeply, but her bigotry trumped over her love when Liam came out as gay. Irene's own parents were incredibly close-minded and bigoted as well, and I knew how difficult it could be for someone to change their views after having been raised like that. Still, she missed her ex-husband, but it was too late for her to fix anything now that he was gone, and she wouldn't have changed without Minh's intervention, I was sure of it.

"What does Minh have to gain doing this...?" I wondered out loud.

He said he had his own personal reasons for helping Melissa and Liam, but what might have happened for him to develop such abilities and use them this way...? He was an enigma to me, but I would hopefully learn more about him with time.

After finishing cleaning the room, I went to the kitchen to make myself a light dinner. A simple but tasty salad with some tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and tuna. I didn't need much after the hearty meal I had at lunch.

While eating, I observed some of the pictures on the walls. There were photos of Irene's friends and family, and of her ex-husband. Seeing them made me feel a weird sensation of nostalgia, coming from my borrowed soul. I could remember most of the days when these photos had been taken as if I'd been there myself. Some dated from even before I was born, so it was quite a trippy feeling.

I let out a yawn as I was washing the dishes, exhausted from this tumultuous day. I quickly went back to the bedroom and laid on the bed.

Before falling asleep, my thoughts went to Liam, wondering how he'd find serving skinwalkers. Sure, he would soon have a new home, but was it worth sacrificing his freedom? I knew I wouldn't have accepted such terms had I been introduced to Minh after Father kicked me out, as Minh rightfully pointed out earlier in the car. Back then, and as a younger and indeed more naive human, there was no way I could have understood and related to skinwalkers, I would have only seen beings like them as terrifying monsters.

Now though, it was different. I was a skinwalker myself after all, and I knew that my personality didn't really change. My desire to help people was still there, it was just mixed with other kinds of desires now. Minh didn't seem like an evil monster either, I believed his affection for Melissa and Liam to be genuine. And even Mother surprised me with how different and nicer she acted today.

While this day shattered almost everything I thought I knew about my past, it also left me with so many things to wonder about. What this coven truly was like, Mother and Minh's pasts, who this Ashley was, and what my future here held.

Hopefully, most of these questions will be answered by this Friday.