I can't answer that honestly

I sat down on the couch, Dahlia sitting next to me, her hand on my thigh. "So, how do you feel?"

If I were to answer honestly, I would have said that it was intoxicating. I was almost losing myself in the bliss I felt after wearing Laura. I had to use all my willpower to break free and focus on Dahlia, hiding how I truly felt out of shame.

"I never expected it to feel this way…"

"Hehe, me neither. My first time being the opposite gender was a thrill I will never forget."

There was something I wanted to ask after hearing her comment. "What were you originally? A man or a woman?"

She gave me a cheeky smile, poking at her chest. "All you need to know for now is that I'm currently a happy woman. Your original gender becomes meaningless once you turn into a skinwalker."

She leaned closer, observing my face. "I wonder what your sister would think if she knew you became a pretty girl. Did you tell her about your condition?"

I looked away, blushing, still not used to receiving compliments like this. "I did. I couldn't hide something like this from her."

Her eyes flashed deviously as I saw her grab my jacket and take out my phone, surprising me when she unlocked it with ease.

"Let's record a short video for her, it'd be fun and a way to prove to her that your powers are real."

"How did you know my code?"

"I saw you unlocking it when you texted your sister earlier. We skinwalkers are far more perceptive of our surroundings, thanks to our enhanced senses. Now, let's start." she said as she leaned closer. "Hi Claire, Dahlia here. Your brother most likely told you about me, you'll be glad to know that he's sitting right next to me. Say hi, Eddy." she turned the phone camera towards me, and I sheepishly smiled, uncomfortable.

I knew my sister wouldn't judge me, but I also knew that her teasing would never end after watching this video.

"H-hey Claire. Hmm, I don't really know what to say. I-it was her idea, not mine. I… huh… now know what skinwalkers can do, and you can probably guess judging from my appearance. It's really freaky."

Dahlia then brought back the camera lens towards her, still beaming. "Your brother is a bit shy, but it's normal, it's his first time. You'll have to admit that he's really cute like this, though. Hope you enjoyed the video, cutie~" she added, winking, before turning off the recording.

"What was that at the end?"

"You forbid me from approaching your sister but you never said I couldn't flirt with her at all~" she smirked teasingly.

I let out a sigh, which sounded much cuter with Laura's voice than it did with my own.

"Tell me, who was Dahlia? How was she before you skinned her and stole her identity?"

She tapped her chin with her finger, thinking about her answer. "She was a bitch, a rich brat thinking she was better than others due to having been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Don't feel bad for her, no one misses the old her." she then giggled as she glanced at me. "Funnily enough, she was also homophobic, making it all the more pleasurable when I use her identity to flirt with other women."

"I see…" was all I replied as I closed my eyes, leaning against the back of the couch, some thoughts forming in my mind.

"Now, do you see the possibilities I was talking about earlier? You don't necessarily need to use your powers on innocent people if you don't want to. You don't have to feel guilty for stealing a life if the original person was a piece of shit anyway. You can make things better for those around them. I know for a fact that Dahlia's friends greatly prefer the new her who came to terms with her sexuality and stopped bitching about everything. Dahlia is far more popular and appreciated now than she ever was before I replaced her."

I raised my hand and let free the spines, their appearance much scarier now that they were popping out of Laura's more slender fingers.

Indeed, I could see what she meant now. These powers could be used for selfish and evil reasons, yes; most skinwalkers most likely used them this way. But it didn't mean that I couldn't use them for good. A newfound conviction was born inside me. I now had the ability to make things better. Not only for my sister and I, but for other people as well. Even if a skinwalker's abilities seemed focused on stealth, I could be like the superheroes I admired so much; I could expose corruption and punish those who deserved it, one way or another.

A grin involuntarily formed on my borrowed face as I snickered, the sound so much hotter in my current voice. I knew exactly who I would punish first: my parents. They would pay for all the pain they caused to my sister.