I'll just act tired

I took a deep breath as I started to remove my underwear. I didn't want to have to deal with John. Even if Elise's memories made it look like it was a very enjoyable and intense moment, I definitely wasn't ready to play the role of a girlfriend and have sex with a man. The thought alone was weirding me out. I didn't want to scare the poor dog, though, so I'd avoid skinning John.

I'll just fake not feeling well. It should be enough.

Once naked, I stepped into the shower and appreciated the feeling of the hot water running along my body. Seeing myself like this was making me aroused, I felt my vagina getting wet. I tentatively caressed it and covered my mouth to prevent myself from moaning due to how good it felt. Elise was apparently very sensitive...

I wanted to go further so much, but my remnants of rationality stopped me from defiling Elise's body any more than I already have.

I can't do that, it's be wrong...

I grit my teeth and did my best to focus on washing my body. I dried myself and got into the pajamas before going back to the bedroom. John was there, laying on the bed and caressing March.

"Are you feeling better, Elise?" He asked.

"The shower helped me relax a bit." I replied with a wan smile. "I'm still fairly tired, though."

"I'll take a shower myself, you can rest meanwhile." He said as he got up.

He approached me and pulled me closer, kissing me again. I closed my eyes and tried to channel as much of Elise's personality as I could, Using my borrowed personality, I returned the kiss, our tongues intertwining. Despite the internal weirdness I felt, Elise's emotions did help me somewhat. I couldn't say that I loved it, but it didn't feel all that bad to kiss him.

Can't believe I kissed a man twice...

He broke the kiss and went to the bathroom while I laid on the bed. March immediately snuggled next to me. I patted his head, enjoying his company. Meanwhile, I also observed my body again, now dressed in a fairly cute and girly pink pajamas. Being Elise felt so natural already, and so comfortable. Just thinking about leaving this wonderful skin soon and giving up this cosy life was making my skinwalker side sad.

Focus, Ed... Don't let these instincts overwhelm you...

March might have noticed my sour mood as he started to lick my fingers. I chuckled and tickled his belly.

"Good boy~" I said, amused by his display of affection.

I patted him for a bit longer until John came back, also wearing pajamas. He laid down behind me and snuggled me closer, kissing my neck gently. It was strange, but I really didn't dislike being tiny and frail, and being held like this. Although, while somewhat enjoyable, deep down, all I could think of was that I wished it was a woman doing that instead.

It'd be so nice...

Maybe this was due to Elise's preferences affecting me, or maybe I simply discovered that I quite liked being the receiver of such gestures thanks to that, I didn't know.

"I know you wanted us to do it tonight, but we can always report it to another day, once you feel better." John said softly.

"Thanks. I'm sure I'll get better tomorrow." I replied, caressing his hand.

Hopefully I won't be in her skin anymore tomorrow evening...

John and I watched TV together for some time before going to sleep, March going to lay on his cushion next to the bed. The fact that I was sharing a bed with a man I pretended to be the girlfriend of made it difficult for me to fall asleep, though. Despite the obscurity of the room, I noticed that I could see fairly well.

Is this another ability of skinwalkers?

While he was sleeping, I glanced at John a few times. He wasn't as muscular as my original self, but was still fairly fit, him often playing badminton with his colleagues and friends, and even with Elise at times. And he was pretty good-looking too, I had to admit.

I turned the other way and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the situation I was in. It was easier said than done, but I did finally manage to fall asleep about an hour later.

I woke up the next day feeling much more relaxed than I'd been in a long while. As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by some strands of ash-brown hair, making me remember everything that happened. I immediately opened my eyes, but stayed still as I could feel a presence behind me.

I... I became Elise... I'm wearing her skin... and her boyfriend is sleeping next to me...

I slowly turned around, seeing him softly breething, still asleep. He didn't hear the alarm clock. He was apparently a pretty heavy sleeper.

"John? Wake up." I said gently, shaking his shoulder.

Seeing no reaction, I took a deep breath and woke him up the way Elise often did: by kissing him. The weirdness factor was still present, albeit a tad weaker than last night. Maybe because I got more comfortable in Elise's skin and life.

John didn't open his eyes, but wrapped his arms around me, returning the kiss languidly. We kissed for a bit longer, but stopped when March jumped on the bed.

"Well, it seems he wants a kiss too." I said, giggling. "Oblige him while I go prepare breakfast, will you?"

John took the dog in his arms and pressed his nose against March's, smiling. Meanwhile, I went to the kitchen and started to cook some bacon and eggs. I toasted the bread, filled March's bowl with his usual biscuits, and switched on the coffee maker. I often did that before, as Ed, but here, I almost felt like a housewife, making breakfast for her lover. It was such a strange feeling.

John and March joined me, we ate breakfast, and I then went to get dressed for the day. Since I would maybe need to remove Elise's skin quickly, I decided to avoid stockings or pantyhose, simply opting for another tight skirt and a blouse, alongside another pair of heels. Finally, I applied some makeup skilfully thanks to Elise's knowledge, amazed by how pretty my face looked. Elise was really cute.

I said goodbye to John, kissing him one more time, and left the flat, driving on my way to the office. Thoughts of what happened since last night kept popping in my head. I still had a hard time getting over the fact that I indeed played the role of a cute and tiny girlfriend...

Will I have to do that often in the future if I keep pursuing my goal?

I shivered slightly at the thought and tried to focus on my current task. I parked and used the elevator to reach Elise's office. I could see my mother in her own office typing on a laptop. My father was also here, on the balcony, talking to someone on the phone while smoking a cigarette. I had to do my best not to grimace as I saw him. He hadn't changed one bit.

"Good morning, Ms. Arston." I said with a smile knocking on the door.

My mother smiled back. "Good morning, Elise. How are you today?"

She seemed to be on good terms with Elise. They weren't friends, but she was pretty cordial and polite with her.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. What about you?"

She sighed. "I'm trying to fix some mistakes my husband did in the report we'll soon show to the shareholders."

"Do you need any help?" I asked politely.

"Maybe later. Focus on your own tasks for the time being, alright?"

I nodded. "Understood. I wish you luck, Ms."

On that, I sat at Elise's desk and started to work. It wasn't as tedious as the previous days, it mainly was managing emails and plannings. I worked dilligently for most of the day, waiting for an opportunity to strike, observing my father and my mother.