I can't steal Lisa's life. But...

As I looked down at Lisa’s body below me, seeing her sexy shape from her own point of view, I couldn’t help but feel such conflicted emotions churning within me. Today had been beyond perfect, the dates undeniably the best I’d ever had, but…

Perfect. It was the best way to described everything about Lisa really. Her friends, her attitude, her body, and her heart. My knuckles tightened as I suddenly began thinking about why I’d fallen for her in the first place.

The thoughtful and compassionate way she looked out for people around campus. The charity drives she’d be a part of, to help the homeless and **** addicts in the community. The way she cared so deeply for Emmy and Ashley, and her other friends. She didn’t need to be like this; with a face like hers doors could have been opened for her from no age at all; she could have been spoilt and cruel, in the way so common to people who’ve never known weakness.

But she wasn’t like that. Lisa was kind, **** than anyone. Beautiful without conceit, smart without arrogance, generous without expectation. Stealing her life would be wrong.

Instead of guilt though, another feeling began manifesting; a warmth spreading throughout my heart. I felt so grateful I’d gotten to experience her life from the inside, even for a short time. Being myself, Alex, I’d always just been kinda bland. The type to fade into the background, and I’d never really tried to stand out, to push myself to be more, or give the dedication and sacrifice to actually get good at something.

Being Lisa was the opposite of that. Gorgeous, and attractive, and hardworking too. I felt like a part of her had rubbed off on me, and I might always be better for having been her, even for a short time. And no matter what, the experience of wearing her clothes, using her toothbrush, and getting railed in her skin on a kitchen counter had more than given me enough fuel for my fantasies for the rest of my life.

But then, why did it have to end? This exploration, this indulgence in a better life. The pure hedonism of wearing another’s everything like an outfit. I felt the heat in my pussy rise, the addictive wet slick of female arousal between my legs never failing to incite twisted pleasure in me. I knew what I was going to do.

“Candida…”

I reached across, and rested Lisa’s smaller hand on Trent’s. An anxious trepidation, almost like fear, painted the face of the boy Candida was wearing, as he awaited my verdict.

“…I can’t steal Lisa’s life.”

Sadness, a little surprise, but true resignation began to descend, clouding Trent’s visage.

“Well… that’s a shame. I thought, after today, you really might want to stay as her, but… I’ll keep my word. I’ll leave Lisa alone, let her live her life. Hopefully for her, this is the last time she becomes a skinwalkers toy, after all; she hasn’t had very much time actually as herself recently.”

He chuckled a little at that, and I had to admit, in a macabre way, it was very funny.

“Trent too.”

“Trent too?”

“Yes. You have to let him go too. I want Lisa to still have her new boyfriend, even if it means I’m technically giving her up to another man. It kinda hurts me, but… she deserves to be happy, and he makes her feel like that. I guess we can call it her reward, or maybe her accident pay, for being worn so much.”

I smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassed at how I’d ridden Lisa’s skin since getting in it, but knowing I’d be doing the right thing if I could leave her life more complete than I’d entered it.

“That won’t be easy, you know. Trent isn’t quite of this time, he has no family left that could take him in, and…”

“I know you can make it work. A wanna-be actor with serious bar-tending skills, a fit body and a handsome face? If anything, not being tied down will help him in his dreams.”

“But his memories…”

“Candida, come on. You’re must surely be nearly two hundred years old, and you’ve been a skinwalker for at least one hundred and fifty. I know editing memories isn’t going to be a problem for you, and setting him up with money and documents isn’t either.”

She looked at me shrewdly, and it seemed like I could see Candida quite definitively even through the persona of Trent for a moment.

“Hpmf. Yes well… fine! I guess you win. I’m really going to miss him though, he’s one of my favourites.”

“You have dozens of other skins, I think you’ll be okay.”

I laughed again, barely even noticing how much my morals had now degraded to not even consider it strange or horrifying how extensive Candida’s collection really was.

“So, what will you do now?”

He stared intently at me now, the mood shifting with the electricity of a zealous, though tightly constrained curiosity.

“Me? Well…”

I squeezed his hand with a smile, enjoying how seductive I knew it would look on Lisa. It’s such a shame to leave her face behind, but…

“… I may be leaving Lisa behind, but that doesn’t mean I want to leave ‘us’ behind, you know?”

“… oh?”

Energy almost seemed to glow around Trent, eyes a little wide with excitement and energy seeming to flicker through his muscles as he listened.

“After all, there was another reason you took me to this restaurant tonight, wasn’t there? It wasn’t just because of the food, or the views…”

He chuckled a little, that shrewd gaze lingering again, mutual appreciation flowing between us as an unspoken understanding was reached.

This restaurant, one of the most expensive in the whole city, so full of young, rich couples… the perfect place to shop for new skins.

“You’re starting to read me a little too well, Alex. But then, I figured you’d come to know me quickly, so… what are you thinking? Do you want to be a guy, a girl or…?”

“… Hmm, I’m open to anything, but I think I really crave getting into a woman now.”

I almost said it in a singsong way, as my eyes found themselves hungrily eying up the young women in the place, imagining the things I could do inside their skins and identities, dreaming of finding the perfect girl that suited me, or trying someone totally different because it would be fun.

“Wanting to be another girl? You’re such a pervert, Alex.”

Candida teased, an erotic thrill making itself present in her words.

“Hmm, as if you aren’t secretly ecstatic over the prospect of being a guy, Candida? Both of us are total deviants, who love wearing the opposite gender, after all.”

I gave as good as I got, flirty heat sparking in our lingering gazes, relishing the idea. Saying it out loud was so forbidden, admitting it to myself, even while my endorphins danced at the sound of Lisa’s girly voice leaving my lips,