Make her fetish a reality

Rachel breathed deeply with her eyes half closed as she lost herself in the description of her fantasy. It was so perverted and twisted, I might have been the first person she’d ever shared it with, not counting the members of this cult she seemed to be a part of.

I looked over her face and body, taking it all in. Her eyes were a bright, haunting pale blue color, like washed out ice, and they matched well to her naturally pale skin. Her make-up accentuated the look, lots of smokey dark eyeshadow and mascara on her long lashes drawing attention to those same eyes, while her pale foundation kept her skin like flawless ivory, contrasting with the black lipstick she wore.

Her hair was such a dark blue it appeared similar to the night sky behind her, yet still it was clear it was an unnatural color, which deeply complemented her chosen aesthetic. It hung low down her back, the fringe and side ponytails adding a little extra style that made her appear even more interesting.

Her cheekbones were high and her nose was small and perfectly formed, and I had a feeling that if her fashion choices had been more conventional she easily could have been a regular model with such attractive symmetry running all over her body. She was skinny, which gave more of a haunted look to her, yet her breasts, butt and thighs still had enough gain to look soft and inviting, giving her a wonderfully feminine body.

Her clothes too… the Demonia boots with their heel and straps to them, the fishnets with small rips. The pleated skirt, black with dark blue check moving through it, and that tight leather corset with a black choker around her neck… how would it feel to wear clothes like that? Tight and aggressive, flaunting the narrow expectations of society in their own creepy, rebellious, sexy way. Causing a scene everywhere with just your presence, everyday having the fun of Halloween.

I swallowed while I imagined it all, and felt my dick strain against my jeans as I got hard. I’d couldn’t resist the truth that I’d loved my time as Lisa, only giving up her body because I cared about her so much. Now another beautiful girl was practically begging me to take her form… I decided right then I’d be leaving this hill wearing her clothes and her body to match.

“If you want it so badly… I could make your fetish into a reality.”

I smiled as I got closer to her, Rachel’s eyes widening.

“Really? How does it work?”

I wasn’t entirely sure how well if would work myself, as I’d never taken a skin before, only worn and restored them, but I figured it would become clear quickly.

“It hurts for just a moment, and then you begin to deflate. For most it’s a frightening experience, but for you it will be an enjoyable one. You’ll quickly lose consciousness, but if I start putting you on before you’ve fully deflated, you should be able to feel it. And then when I take you off, you’ll remember certain things… like I’ll make sure you remember the things I do inside your body, so it’s like you’re along for the ride with me.”

Rachel bit her lip and rubbed her legs together, seeming to struggle internally for just the briefest of seconds before throwing all caution to the wind.

“Okay, do it! I’ve got to know what it feels like!”

We were fully close together now, our bodies only inches apart. Being so close to her, smelling how great she smelt and feeling her body heat, and being given the go ahead… the skinwalker part of me was going wild. I drew forth the spines from my fingertips and plunged them into her back.

She let out a small, girly shriek at being pierced like this and closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to feel as much of it as possible. For me, there was a moment before I felt the release of pressure, the skinwalker fluid pumping into her bloodstream as I felt the rich rush of her essence and soul be sucked into me.

Rachel’s eyes fluttered open as the ends of her fingers began to deflate, holding up her hands as she breathed fast, adrenaline pumping furiously through her system. I could see her pupils dilate as she began to drain away, the rush of chemicals and her dark fetish being realized taking her to a huge high.

“Mmmmhhhh, it’s really happening…”

She moaned to herself, too fixated on her rapidly deflating hand to notice me tearing my clothes off in preparation for diving into her skin. Once my right hand was out of my shirtsleeve I stabbed her with the left, keeping the flow of absorbing her soul going even while I cleared myself of my clothes, shivering for just a moment in the chilly night air before my own adrenaline and the heat of the moment kept me going.

I threw off my shoes, jeans and boxers just as her legs began deflating, the intense lust from my skinwalker side to take a skin completely overwhelming any sense of embarrassment from being naked in front of a relative stranger in a public park. I stepped around her and pulled her free from her boots, enjoying the cooing sound she made as strange, lustful euphoria descended on her.

There was no time to be gentle if I wanted her to feel it, so I stepped behind her and loosened her corset in one motion, sliding it off her body as her torso started losing shape and tearing open her back. Those familiar sinews parted as her warm, slick interior revealed itself to me, a large moan and gasp escaping her lips as she experienced getting her back torn open and the rush of night air inside her.

I thrust my legs into hers starting with my left, feeling her skin greedily attach itself to me as it changed mine into hers. My dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum as it pressed against the skin of her stomach from the inside, pushing its imprint into her while I fully assumed her thighs.

I grabbed the back of her head by the hair close to the roots, and pulled her face down so she could see it. Already I could feel the intense excitement and twisted pleasure, the majority of her soul settling inside me as I took everything from her.

“I can feel my legs again, but I can’t control them at all…”

She started, breathlessly as her head began to deflate too. I laughed as I directed her attention to my penis, clearly visible, pressing up against the inside of her skin.

“I’ve completely taken your legs, and look now at your stomach!”

Her eyes went wide, shock mixed with **** stimulation causing her to gasp in pleasure and orgasm right from the sight of it. I moaned a little too as the feedback from her female orgasm took me, juices leaking out from her pussy before my dick was thrust down and the inversion began, the female orgasm doubling in strength as her internals speared deep inside me and my lower body became fully Rachel’s.

“Oh my God… “

I moaned, the strength of her perversion rushing through me too as it seemed she’d lost the ability to make any noise. Wanting her to feel one last big rush before she became fully just a skin, I rushed my head through her tight, stretchy neck into her head itself before it’d fully deflated, filling it immediately and enjoying the harsh tightening as my features assumed hers.

When I moaned next from the rolling pleasure, it was using her voice. A wild smile came onto me, the twin rushes from the act of fulfilling both of our fetishes filling me with huge amounts of dopamine.

I can’t believe how hot that was…

I thrust the rest of my body inside hers, enjoying the close of her back again and the intense sensation of pins and needles as I shrunk down to her size and shape, closing my now eyeshadow covered eyes to feel the transformation as fully as possible. My slit was pulsing and aching with pleasure and thick, almost syrupy juices slid out and down my thighs when I prised it open.

I admired my new, pale, slender hands and nails tipped with black nail polish as I started putting Rachel’s outfit back onto me. Her fishnets had stayed mostly on, and around her entrance were covered in her juices, but that just turned me on more. I tried to dry it up a little with a tissue before giving up and pulling her panties back fully on, feeling the damp black lace ride up into that slit.

It's so erotic being in this body…

I zipped up her skirt, enjoying the swish of it and the tightness on my new hips as I tightened into her leather corset. I’d always thought these things were meant to be uncomfortable, but with Rachel’s perfect shape it fit great… tight, but in a way that made me feel so sexy instead of in pain. I put my finger to her choker too, which had somehow survived the whole ordeal, still sitting perfect around her neck. I’d heard an old joke about a choker like this letting you know a girl liked to suck dick; I bit my lip as I imagined it from a whole new perspective now.

Finally, I looked down at her Demonia boots in the grass, and lifted them up as I worked my slender new legs down into them. Strappy, extravagant, expensive and very sexy in a goth girl kind of way, I got my legs in them and closed them tight, sealing me inside. They boosted my height up quite a lot, although it just made me laugh because even wearing them I was still shorter than I normally was just as Alex. They were a little heavy too, but I found wearing them made me feel kinda powerful, combined with this outfit and skin it really made me feel like some kind of vampire seductress.

“Now if anyone sees me, they’ll only see the same Rachel who left her house earlier today.”

I relished the way her voice sounded leaving my lips as I lifted her crossbow, the practiced ease of muscle memory letting me know how little she’d really been bluffing about this thing. I wanted to reserve opening her memories for when I got back to her bedroom, so I collected up my male clothes and began walking down the hill, crossbow in hand.

If anyone saw me, I knew I would look like such a strange sight; literally like some undead girl who’d turned a boy to ashes with her magic crossbow and stolen his clothes. The walk home was quiet and devoid of life, and I enjoyed the sound of my boots filling the night air. The breeze on my exposed shoulders and the swish of my skirt felt so liberating, and there was such a refreshing and fun sense to dressing so freely. It really felt like I was going trick or treating, but even better cause my costume was so indistinguishable from the real girl I was impersonating.

Soon, I found myself back in front of the house I’d been so nervous to enter earlier, the burden of my secret shared among three now and both my human and skinwalker lusts temporarily sated by taking Rachel's body. Even saying that though, I knew once I got back in her room I might have to help myself to her pleasure even more thoroughly…