I can't resist wearing her

The sound of silence outside, the voices of Emmy and Ashley fading into the distance until there was nothing left, only seemed to amplify the tension. I could hear my heartbeat pumping, the rush of blood in my ears.

In my hands was Lisa. The girl who’d started all of this, the girl I’d been crushing on so hard at the start of the year. The skinwalker had wanted me to wear her, setting her up as the ideal temptation, the perfect vessel to pull me into a lifestyle as someone else.

But I’d resisted. I’d been able to overcome all my perverse, personal base instincts and the terrifying potency of my new skinwalker ones to walk away from the empty skin of my crush. But now here I was, back holding it in my hands. Feeling the power of temptation more than ever.

Why… why did Grace choose Lisa?

She knew I was crushing on her at the start of the year, I’d told her all about the date that had led me to becoming a skinwalker in the first place. Maybe she wanted to be my old crush, give me the treat of the face I’d liked with the girlfriend I love behind it. Grace never seemed like the jealous type, but I knew there were a lot of women who might take the shape of a boyfriend’s ex or old crush if they could, out of jealously, kinkiness, or a million other reasons. Not necessarily forever or something, but for a night…

I gulped, the sound breaking me out of my racing thoughts, my fruitless attempts at discerning Grace’s motivations. I should just stuff Lisa in my bag, bring her home, and show her off to Grace. Grace would get to experience Halloween as someone else, while I would get to have a crazy night of pleasure with my girlfriend and my crush all in one.

My fingers stroked along the soft, vacant flesh in my hands, feeling how pliant and silky Lisa’s skin was. My whole body felt hot, a strange tension now I was back holding her. I could feel her soul inside the part of me that was all skinwalker, that warm, comforting dopamine rich feeling. Lisa’s soul really was close to perfect, lacking the very different flaws of both Jessica and Grace, and having it inside me I could almost feel it screaming for me to take her form and complete the look.

Fuck it. I can’t resist.

I practically tore out of my clothes, the chill of the toilet air doing nothing to stop my enthusiasm. Lisa slipped out of her casual clothes easily, the lack of any mass in her body leaving her naked effortlessly. My eyes flicked over her deflated form, taking in her big, empty breasts.

Breasts that soon I’ll have on my chest…

I felt a tingle of excitement seem to work its way up my spine, a dark, covetous enthusiasm to take Lisa’s body for my own coursing through me. My fingers fumbled a little, prying open Lisa’s lips, her gloss getting my hands slick. I widened her mouth open, the skinsuit stretching to accommodate me, as I swung my body to rest on the toilet seat and let both legs into Lisa’s mouth.

Her throat bulged, my gratitude for the pliancy these powers seemed to grant skins growing even as my crush’s throat bulged to accommodate my legs up to the thigh and beyond. I could feel the warmth of her saliva matting my leg hairs, the thought that this was the same fluid that helped her talk in her cute voice, to eat, and to use for so much other day to day life stuff just making my cock pulse rock hard between my legs.

I pulled her further up me, my own narrow hips disappearing into her, a strange powerful euphoria bursting in my head at the thought soon I’d have her wider ones. I could feel the tightness between my toes as they slotted into her smaller ones, wiggling them and appreciating the purple nail polish she’d added for Halloween. I stood up and stumbled a little, a hot, slick pulsing sensation reverting my center of gravity down as my legs reshaped inside the suit to fill out Lisa’s as they were supposed to look.

The feeling of pressure on my bottom lip was barely noticed, teeth biting down into it, too excited about what would come next. I didn’t have to wait long. My penis, hard and pulsing from so much erotic stimulation, seemed to be wrenched down, the pressure doubling before rushing back and reversing. It reversed until it was like there was nothing there at all, before it began to burrow into me. My knees shook and I sunk down onto the ground with a ****, pleading moan, a soft and subtly frenzied sound that was so utterly feminine, and so appropriate as Lisa’s vagina and womb took the place of my insides.

“Oh my God… fuck…”

I panted on the floor, the powerful sensation rushing through me. Even though I’d worn women enough to expect it, the feelings were always so powerful. I pulled her the rest of the way up, my arms fitting into hers as I took her shoulders and chest, feeling a tight compression in some places before an indulgent filling out in others.

I whistled just a little, as I dug Lisa’s own hands into her d-cup breasts, the fingertips sinking into their indulgent, soft mass, feeling so unapologetically amazing.

I really love having breasts, honestly…

I fumbled just a little, pulling her lips now they were tight to my neck, before entering the moist darkness of her head. Prodding and poking, I aligned her features to mine, the differing in the shape of our noses, and how much more luscious her lips were compared to mine as they seemed to slot into place with a warm, wet attachment.

I figured if anyone had been watching from the outside, they would be met for a moment with the strange and disconcerting sight of Lisa’s skin with my bone structure underneath, an unnatural sight to be sure. But then, it seemed the pulsing pressure flowed up from the neck, my eyes closing tight as my vision rushed to white, almost a sensation of pins of needles working through my whole body.

When I opened my eyes, I knew I was seeing the world through irises in exactly Lisa’s shade of brown. I glanced downwards, feeling the long dark halo of hair I carried move across my blemish free back, seeing those boobs on my chest, my slim fingers and dainty wrists as I flexed her hands.

“I’m… I’m really her…”

I gasped as I realized I was speaking in her voice, before giddily hugging myself as I rocked back and forth on her heels. A powerful, wild rush of joy erupted from my head, the **** stimulation of putting on the skinsuit of a girl as gorgeous as Lisa compounding with my own feelings about her.

I tried to get myself together, tried to find some composure, as I pulled on her bra and panties. I could barely contain myself as I felt the skin tight comfort of her leggings, pulling the fabric at the waist and letting it slap against my skin. Her tee shirt, hoodie and sneakers followed, and then it was done.

Turning to the reflection, my breath practically caught in my throat seeing the beauty reflected back at me.

“H-hi Alex… it’s really good to see you. To see me.”

I posed, speaking in her voice, looking flirty and pretending it was Lisa flirting with me. I couldn’t tell if I liked that idea more, or the idea of being her. Fantasies of fucking myself from her point of view reared their head, as I felt my lower entrance grow hot and slick with a twisted, perverse desire to experience something like that.

“Okay Alex… Lisa…”

I caught myself blushing as I thought a little as myself as her, before continuing.

“Get it together, okay! Oh, ehm… gotta fix that.”

Lisa’s lipgloss had smudged as I worked my way into her skin. I reached out, captivated, and wiped off the bits that smudged, before finding the gloss in Lisa’s bag. Unscrewing the top, I held the wand in my hand, before reaching out and applying it. I felt the way it moved over my soft lips, making their surface so glossy and comfortable.

The last time this gloss was used, it was Lisa applying it… and now I’m Lisa, using it on my own lips…

My heart started melting at the thought. Seeing the beautiful girl in the mirror, so many intimate, sexy, happy thoughts spreading through my heart, I had a feeling tonight was going to be a really special night…