Keep going!

A strange, awkward tension descended on us, while my emotions fluctuated wildly between nervous attraction and anxious uncertainty. Grace was so cute… had she always been like this? Internally I was kicking myself for not paying attention to her sooner.

But then… there was no-way I would have been confident enough to talk to her as myself anyway. I just felt so much more charismatic as Jessica, and going for my desires felt so much more natural when filtered through her lens.

I guess this was the good side to having her soul; for how toxic and domineering she could be, she could also be brave and confident.

And as long as I wear her, I get to pick and choose which characteristics I want to use…

Still though, her main thought processes around Grace weren’t likely to help me get close to her; it seemed Jessica’s personality wanted nothing more than to humiliate and belittle the girl. A disapproving look crossed my face as I thought about it, thankfully hidden in the darkness so Grace didn’t see. In another universe, I would probably have given into those instincts; after all, it would be a lot of fun to play the part of the bitchy bully, taunting the little shy girl.

But instead, we got to have this strangely romantic bonding session… There must be some way I can get closer to her!

As I’d been wandering around my thoughts, I realized a silence had hung between us for a few seconds too many, so I tried to shift topic.

“What’s your favorite soda?”

What??

“Huh…?”

Grace squeaked out, surprised at the question.

What the hell am I asking? What a boring topic, what the hell??

Internally, I knew I had to cut myself some slack here. Boring or not, it was the first thing that came to mind… I started to think there might have been a reason I was single.

“Ahem… mhmm, sorry Grace. I meant to ask… what… what is it you want to find from this year? Or even just college in general? Is there some goal, some drive, some dream you wanted to find here?”

She looked a little panicked now, silently freaking out, likely unaware that I could see her emotions playing out in real time on her face.

No poker face AT ALL with this girl…

Grace replied quickly and quietly, and even on this quiet rooftop, I couldn’t quite make-out what she was saying.

“Hmm, what did you say?

“Well… what about you, Jessica?”

She said, still quiet, but loud enough for me to hear this time.

“Well…”

I knew from her memories that Jessica wanted a degree that would get her a job which could earn a lot of money, she wanted to have a lot of sex, she wanted to break hearts and look hot, she wanted to dominate in any sport she chose and she wanted to look sexy doing it all.

I can’t say that! Those goals are so aggressive or something… I mean, they fit Jessica perfectly, but they’re not gonna be endearing at all to Grace!

“I… I want to make a lot of friends. I want to have cool experiences, and make it like my life is a movie. I want lots of fun memories, and I want to enjoy my youth. And, I maybe want to find someone to love too…”

My own motivations and dreams for coming to college sounded much better, I thought. It felt strange, telling such intimate thoughts of mine with a girl I didn’t know so well, but it felt really nice saying it out loud. Like the honesty and unashamed vulnerability of showing the things I’d wanted was empowering somehow.

“Someone to love… like a boyfriend?”

A blush rushed to my cheeks as Grace said it. I’d almost forgotten I was wrapped up inside Jessica’s flesh as I made my admission, so of course it was natural that Jessica would want a boyfriend over a girlfriend.

A boyfriend…

My blush intensified as I realised not only was it very possible, it would also be totally natural and maybe very, very fun…

“Well… something like that.”

I mumbled, tactfully.

“Well, you’ve heard my embarrassing truth so… the least you could do is tell me yours?”

Grace cocked her head a little, looking at me curiously. For just a second I felt very ****, like she could see straight through the skin I was wearing, like she was looking at Alex beside her, only Alex in a latex dress and red lipstick.

Then that moment was gone. Of course, she couldn’t see through Jessica’s skin, but… maybe she could see Jessica in a new light. The Jessica she knew would have threatened, or **** her to speak, if she’d even wanted to hear her at all. The Jessica she’d talked to tonight had asked her, waiting on her to choose, listening and seeming to care.

“Well, I…”

She started, as I slid closer, expectantly.

“I really want to come out of my shell, and… make friends. It doesn’t have to be a lot… just one real friend might be enough. But, if I could just have people in my life who cared about me, I think that would be enough.”

She smiled a little at the ground, somehow both faintly, and so warmly. The honest admission of a shy girl’s heart, who just wanted to know what connection was like.

My heart melted a little as I looked at her. She was so pure and innocent! I couldn’t imagine bullying a girl like this for sport like Jessica would, it was way too cruel!

“Grace…”

I slid over to her quickly, the latex around my ass getting me there smoothly before I could pull her into a warm hug. My smaller breasts mushed against her, the erotic pleasure of the sensation just adding to the wholesome feeling of love that had started bubbling away in my heart for her.

“… I know you’re going to find what you’re looking for this year. It’s going to be the best year for you yet.”

I could hear Grace sniffle a little, too surprised to speak at the kindness from “Jessica”, as she hugged back tenderly. Our bodies were hot as they pressed together in the cool night air, eyes closed and just enjoying the sensation. It was almost like I could feel her heartbeat through her cardigan, both of our pulses so close together…

Then was a bang from the door to the roof as someone hurriedly came out, spotting us and coming closer.

“Grace, there you are! I heard you’d left the party with…”

Alicia stood there, stopping when she saw me.

“… Jessica.”

Her normally sunny demeanor seemed visibly cool as she looked at me, suspicion over what I would do to Grace coloring her view of me. Alicia wasn’t an idiot, she could tell Jessica had been bullying Grace. And now she had a little drink in her, it seemed she wasn’t nearly so paralyzed as normal.

“C’mon Grace, let’s get you back to the party! There’s lots of fun people to meet.”

“But…!”

Grace started, too quiet and unassertive to stand up for herself.

I let them go, as my hopes for the night sunk away. Jessica’s personality was practically screaming to tear Alicia apart verbally (And possibly physically, if it came to it?) but I knew better than to listen to it right now.

Now left alone on the roof, I sat back in the cool night air and thought;

I really, really want Grace…