Let “Rachel” acclimatise… and wake up the new “Jimmy”…

“Let me untie you. I feel bad enough you’re spread out like this in the first place.”

I gave a slightly sheepish grin totally removed from how villainous my earlier monologuing had been as I worked the ropes free of Jimmy in Rachel’s arms and legs.

I could see him rub his wrists for just a moment, before curious hands started exploring, too lost in the wonder of the new body to think about anything else for a moment. After a few minutes of gentle gasps and soft touches, he punched me in the arm as hard as he could.

“Ouch…”

“Asshole! That’s what you get for skinning me and turning me into my flatmate.”

It really didn’t hurt all that much; Rachel’s skinny arms weren’t particularly powerful, but I hoped getting a little frustration out would be good for Jimmy.

“But… I guess…”

I raised an eyebrow at his suddenly quieter tone.

“I guess some of what you said was true. I can totally adapt to this, you’ll see! Doesn’t mean I’ll enjoy it though.”

We both knew was a lie; and I suppressed a smirk as I thought how quickly Jimmy might grow to love his new skin once he had a little time to explore it. I was grateful he seemed to be going along with this, even just a little. I suspected he knew he was utterly checkmated and was a little in shock, so internally had just decided to go with the flow.

It's amazing just how adaptable the human psyche can be...

“What will you do now?”

He looked at me, with equal parts concern and curiosity.

“Well…”

I held up Jimmy’s empty skin to a visible grimace from him; no matter what, seeing your own skinsuit was always going to be creepy, especially when he considered that was his true, original body.

“You’re not going to start impersonating me, are you?”

“Not exactly… I was thinking of putting Rachel’s soul in here.”

“What the hell??”

Jimmy whispered, freaked out just a little at the prospect.

“I mean, I have stolen her life from her too, I feel bad.”

Not to mention how suspicious it would be if Jimmy disappeared; I don’t need to be implicated as a suspect right now…

“Oh, you feel bad, huh?”

Sarcasm dripped from Rachel’s voice, as I felt it stiffen my cock just a little. That kind of attitude worked a little too well with her body, not to mention how “she” was standing fully naked right beside me right now.

“How do you know she won’t freak out and go crazy, huh? Just because she likes all this spooky stuff doesn’t mean she’ll actually be open about any of it being real. Any normal person might go completely bonkers after changing genders and waking up in their flat-mate's body.”

“No… she definitely won’t react like that. She’s kind of a freak honestly.”

“Huh…?”

“I mean, I thought it was weird. When I skinned her, I mean. She wasn’t scared at all, more like, nervously excited? It was like she was getting off on it. Honestly, it unnerved me a lot more than if she’d just reacted normally and panicked.”

“What…”

Sounding deadpan was kind of a turn on in Rachel’s voice too, actually. I was getting more and more excited to see how Jimmy would develop over time in her body.

“Well… yeah. I can see the face you’re making, it’s exactly what you’re thinking. Now that I have her soul inside, I know for sure. She literally was getting off on it. She overheard our conversation, she knew I was a skinwalker. Instead of running or trying to get help, she sat on her bed, cycling through ideas, contemplating masturbating, and more than anything, burning up with the thought of talking to me. She’s a little like an insane fangirl.”

Jimmy and I shared a look, before I started moving towards the door.

“I’m going to do it. I’ll do it in your room though; there’s something extra fitting about waking someone up in the bedroom of their new skin.”

“Wait for me! This is so disturbing, but I want to see…”

“Not happening.”

I pushed Jimmy down onto the bed, his girly, naked body lightly bouncing on the sheets. My dick strained against my jeans more, as I fought the urge to have sex with him, but I was able to resist.

“Get dressed already, or don’t…”

I teased, before continuing.

“I want to talk to her alone first.”

“Hmpf”

Jimmy pouted, looking cute on Rachel’s face.

“Fiiinnneeeee”

How petulant… I kinda want to discipline “her”.

Still resisting, I went into the hallway and walked the short distance to Jimmy’s room, letting myself inside and throwing his empty skin on the bed. It was definitely freaky seeing him in skin form; those brown curls with the shaved sides and back on his head flopping around a vacant face, and the completely hollow dick, looking so weird on a skinsuit.

I’ve only worn girls so far… and for some reason, even though that should be freakier, I feel a way stronger pull towards wearing women than men. Maybe it’s BECAUSE it’s freakier… I’m such a pervert...

I chuckled slightly before drawing the spines out of my fingertips, moving on my knees over Jimmy’s bed, before penetrating the skin and letting Rachel’s soul flow out of it.

Maybe it’ll be the same for Rachel? Maybe being a guy will be the freaky, pervy option for her, the irresistible, forbidden pull of craving the other genders experience, and the exclusive pleasures only their bodies can provide.

It was bizarre watching Jimmy fill up, but mainly I felt a rush of illicit accomplishment as he became whole again; a testament to the lengths this dark power could really go to! Before long, the first moans of consciousness came from “Jimmy”.

“Uhhhh….”

Eyes fluttered open, confusion skirting across them, pupils darting around an unfamiliar room, before all at once, “he” sat up.

“Good evening.”

I leant casually, trying to look suave as I said it, but mainly coming across as a little silly.

I can be so awkward when I’m just myself… why do I feel so much more confident and at ease when I’m someone else?

“What the fuck! No wayyyy!”

Rachel sounded every inch the excited young man she appeared as she began checking out her new body, hands rocketing underneath the sheets I’d so tactfully draped over her nude body to grip her newly hardening dick.

“I’ve got a dick… I can’t believe it.”

I could see from her motions that she was already moving her hands up along the shaft, wincing and letting out a rush of air between her teeth as she experienced that first, sensitive pull back of skin from her hardened cock.

“Eh hem…”

I really wanted to interrupt before this became the second time today I’d seen Jimmy’s body masturbate. She looked straight at me, letting her eyes be distracted even as her hands kept pulling.

“You! You were telling the truth, you really are a skinwalker! It’s real, it’s all real, everything I read about online, all those old books and shady rumors. Every last bit of it-!”

Her enthusiasm was surprising even with what I knew about her, but I tried not to let the stream of consciousness gushing totally overwhelm me. A little embarrassed, I responded;

“Yes, well… I am a skinwalker.”

The strange, twisted mix of emotions assailed me once again as I admitted my newfound condition for the second time tonight.