Jimmy's new body...

I sat back and waited for “Jimmy” to wake up, a mix of excitement at the potential capabilities of my power and creeping fear that this might go wrong ringing around inside my head. Endeavoring to distract myself, I took the time to admire the body laid out in front of me.

Rachel’s pale skin seemed to almost glow in the low light, her skinny wrists and ankles bound by the back rope as she lay, utterly **** and spreadeagle. She was undeniably sexy underneath all of her goth clothing, skinny but with enough curves to keep a wonderfully feminine profile, while I leaned over and examined the pink slit of her lower entrance.

If someone were to see this scene, me standing over her, bound to her bed completely naked like this, it would look like the most perverted scene… and it was so much more kinky knowing I’d filled this girl’s body with the soul of my best friend!

My giddy, twisted excitement was soon interrupted by a small moan, “Rachel” starting to stir. I stepped back and let “her” get her bearings. Eyes fluttered open, groggy and confused, a subtle expressing like waking from a deep dream and the false sense of security that comes from not being entirely awake postponing the sober realization of the situation.

Then, all at once, realization hit. Pale blue eyes grew wide as she jolted up, the tight restraints stopping her ascent as she glanced around the unfamiliar room.

“What the fuck!”

She shouted it suddenly, causing me to hope no-one else was in this house, before shock at the sound of her own voice caused her to whisper it again.

“What the fuck!!!”

I tried to stifle a laugh as Jimmy, tied to the bed, just now realized he was in a completely different body.

Still though… I do want him on my side.

“So… sorry about that.”

I made myself known to only a slight acknowledgement, as Jimmy was too busy looking down at his pale new body to really pay me any attention.

“I’m… I’m… a girl?”

Shock and surprise it was possible at all mingled with just the slightest touches of excitement in his voice, as he tried hard to keep composed while it was clear his brain was working a hundred miles a minute.

Finally paying attention to the blue color of the hair ticking past his shoulders, it finally dawned on Jimmy who he was.

“Is this… Rachel? Am I in Rachel’s body?”

“Yep, sure are. It’s pretty sexy, huh?”

I admired it, causing a subtle blush to take Jimmy’s cheeks.

“Oh my God, wait… why am I bound like this? And fully naked? What are you going to do with me?”

Slight fear entered his voice, as nerves and this situation seemed to wash over him quickly.

“Relax, relax! I didn’t know if this was going to work, so… I kinda threw this together in a hurry.”

I was amazed I could appear so calm as I relayed this information, as internally I was a mess of excitement. I was really starting to understand TV villains boasting about their evil plans as they lurked over temporarily incapacitated heroes.

“I guess I’ll just explain then, and get it over with. Jimmy, there’s no way I could have you turning on me. I’m sorry, but you simply have to be on my side on this. You wanted to know in the first place, and you’re my best friend, so I knew if there was anyone I could trust it would be you. Of course, we both know now that you didn’t take my news of my transformation well but… as soon as you found out, it was too late.”

“How else was I supposed to react to the news that you’ve become a monster that turns people into magical skins that somehow lets the wearer become that person, and you’d been sucking and fucking as your very hot, very female crush!”

I mean… I can’t fault his logic.

“True though that may be… I just can’t take the risk. I need help, Jimmy. Real help. And I certainly can’t afford any more obstacles so… I knew if words couldn’t sway you, only experience would. I know now you’ve got the same fantasies as me, so all I needed to do was put you in a girl’s body, and you’ll come around eventually.”

“And what if I don’t? What if I tell someone?”

Jimmy’s defiant, slightly insolent look on Rachel’s beautiful features was a perfect pair, and I was as impressed by his bravery as I was the first hints of how he would wear her body now that he was inside it.

“Well…”

I started, enjoying the reveal of the true nuance of my plan;

“…what if you do? Who would believe you? Maybe if Jimmy, Alex’s best friend, started freaking out about how he’s a monster, people would listen; well aware of the bond between the two of us, and all the secrets we’ve shared.

But if Rachel, the freaky goth girl obsessed with the supernatural starts spouting about it? Would they believe her? A girl obsessed with vampires and ghosts, talking about monsters? Just another day of the week, and another fun aesthetic choice for the girl who’s every day is Halloween. Skinwalkers becoming just another spooky flavor of the week.”

A small spiteful tingle of victory worked its way through me as my checkmate was revealed, A shudder working though Jimmy’s exposed female flesh as he realized the depths of my plan.

“But don’t get too despondent about it.”

I started, hoping to rally him.

“Listen, at the end of the day you’re still my friend, and I care about you deeply. I want us together on this, okay?”

“Well… what if I just take her off? You can’t keep me here forever, and as soon as I’m out of these cuffs I’ll just get out of her skin and go back to being me.”

His last parry came through, only to be countered instantly by the newfound nature of his transformation.

“Not exactly…”

I reached down to under the bottom of the bed, and plucked up Jimmy’s skin. I thought he might faint when he saw it.

“Oh my God, what the hell??”

It had to be freaky, seeing your own skinsuit from another's perspective and knowing that it was your real body. Jimmy looked like he was cycling through every **** of emotion while he gazed upon it.

“Yeah, so… essentially, I tried something new. When I create a skinsuit, it involves removing the soul. Restoring a skinsuit to an ordinary person means restoring that soul. But, well, I thought to myself, what if I tried restoring a skinsuit with the wrong soul? What’s happened to you is the result.”

“So that’s… that’s the real me?? And I’m, that means I’m…”

“Yes, that’s right. As of now, you’re the only Rachel, and that’s your only body. It’s not like wearing a skin, there’s nothing to take off. Your body is 100% woman, 100% Rachel, through and through.”

The new Rachel was almost hyperventilating as I leaned down over her, dropping the Jimmy skin back by the foot of the bed as I got close.

“But look on the brightside, now you get to truly live out our fetish. How many guys like us can say that? They know it’ll only be something to enjoy in their imaginations, in captions and stories, comics and doujinshi. The impossibility of it will keep it only ever as that. But you, Jimmy? You really get to live it.”

I got up close, enjoying the scent from Rachel’s naked body as I leaned in close to her ears and whispered;

“You weren’t bad looking before, but as Jimmy you were just another guy on campus. Both of us were really, we might have our own stories here, but in a year or two of graduating, then what? No-one would remember us, and we’ll just have a few fun college memories for when we’re trapped in office cubicles.

But right now? You’re now one of the hottest girls at our University, equal parts sexy and rebellious. You know how she dresses, how she lives her life. The parties she goes to, the circles she runs in. As yourself, you could never be a part of that lifestyle. But with your soul wrapped up tight in her body? It’s like perfect freedom, a passport to live out your wildest fantasies, all while having a beautiful face.

To do everything sexual you ever wanted in a girl’s body, and to do everything else besides that too. See it as a once in a lifetime vacation, and see how you like it.”

I leaned back, my proximity along with the persuasion in these ideas starting to peel away Jimmy’s hesitancy. I could see it working in his mind, as the possibilities began to work away. But what would be the best course of action for me, right this very instant?

I should set him free of his restraints, give him time. Let him ease into Rachel’s body and life, let him gently dip his toes into his new reality. That would be the best way.

But then… I could feel my boner press against my jeans as I took in the sight on the bed. Rachel’s naked body, spread out, dreamy look on her face as its current occupant imagined everything they wanted to do in a woman’s body. A glisten of wet down at her open entrance, inviting me inside…