Making a plan

“So… listen.”

I spun on my heel, looking at the nervous shy girl who was currently wearing “my” face.

“I know you’re shy and all that, but like, I can’t have you messing up my life while you’re in there.”

“W-wh-what do you mean?”

“Well, like, first of all, we’re going to have to get rid of that stutter. It’s not something I normally do.”

“You were stuttering a little earlier…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

Grace shrank into the bed a little, the shy aura that seemed to pervade her soul looking so bizarre on the ordinarily hyper-confident Jessica.

“Well, can you really blame me? I think it’s very understandable being nervous when you think your perfect body has just been stolen, okay?? You’re stuttering when you have to go to the post-office, or order food at a takeaway.”

I rolled my eyes, wishing I could see how Grace’s body looked being bitchy like this. Even hearing her sweet voice take on this more entitled, bratty tone was so hot, and I had a feeling there was a certain kind of frustrating sultriness about me now that would drive guys to fantasize about fucking me.

“Well, I mean… I’m shy, so…”

A gloomy look crossed “Jessica’s” face, a pout that looked so cute, even more so for the honest sadness in the words.

“Ughhh, no, no, no!”

I strutted over to her, standing close in her personal space, my fingers stroking her chin as I pulled her face up close to mine.

“Listen. Right now you are not shy, nerdy little Grace, okay? You’re me. Jessica. You’re literally the hottest bitch on campus, who any guy would be over the moon to even talk to, let alone date. I want you to act like it.”

Grace was blushing, her eyes scrambling not to meet mine.

“I… I… I mean…”

I just rolled my eyes.

“I’m sorry, are you saying I’m not the hottest bitch on campus?”

“N-no, I mean-”

I grabbed her hand, pulling her off the bed and leading her to the mirror. It was a trippy sight for me, seeing Jessica and Grace there, but from Grace’s POV instead of Jessica’s. I’d been spending so much time inside the red-head’s skin that I’d started seeing it as my own, so seeing the introverted energy of Grace emanating from it was really something. As strange as it was for me though, I knew it would be many times stranger for her; especially from the way she glanced at her own body, my hand resting on my hip, a bitchy, empowered self confidence oozing out of Grace’s curvy form.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

She glanced, not seeming like she was believing it. I leaned up close to her ear, having to go on my tiptoes as I was shorter than her now, and whispered:

“Look at my legs, so smooth and toned. I spent hours in the gym working them, you know? I could run a 10k easy. Now all that endurance is all yours…”

My fingertips ran up her leg, arching their way into her inner thigh as I felt goosebumps erupt under my gentle touch. It just made me smile even more, knowing that she was feeling such tactile excitement, even as I worked up her confidence.

My fingers teased up over her slit, the shivering increasing. I moved on though, barely able to resist going further. A small touch was enough to get her excited, but I knew it would be a little too out of character for “Jessica” to finger her own body with Grace inside.

At least, now… maybe in a little while I could get away with something like that…

Instead I changed track, pressing myself against her back, feeling the bigger, indulgent breasts on my chest press into her as she gasped at the contact. I could smell the cherry scent from Jessica’s shampoo in her long red hair, as I spoke right behind her neck and let my wandering hands feel up her midriff.

“And this toned belly, all those sit-ups. So much stamina and flexibility… you know what I use it for, don’t you Grace? Now that you’re me, there’s no reason why you couldn’t too…”

If I leaned to the side, I could see her face in the mirror, that furious blush as all those thoughts overwhelmed her. It was so cute seeing such bashful innocence on Jessica’s face, the same face that had been twisted in ecstasy six hours ago as I wore it, being fucked from behind by a muscular stranger.

“And of course, my tits. So perky, and perfectly shaped.”

I grabbed them and squeezed, hearing a little squeal from Grace that just made her writhe against me, an enjoyable sensation on my own pair.

“They’re a little… uhh… smaller than mine…”

“Hmpf!”

I squeezed her nipples and she let out a yelp somewhere between pain and pleasure. I’d been in that shape enough to know Jessica’s body loved it rough, so I’d just call that envious and spiteful little move educating Grace on her new skin’s preference.

“Welll, that may be, but they’re ultra perky and perfect, so. I normally wouldn’t want them bigger because it would be a hassle when I’m training. Although, actually Grace, now which one of us really does have the bigger pair?”

I stepped to stand beside her, a smug, evil little grin corrupting Grace’s normally so sweet face as I proudly presented her tits.

“Until we swap back, whenever that may be, these are mine. You know Grace, a sexy little Asian girl with a rack like this could be a really big hit with boys. I’m tired of seeing you mope about, not appreciating your gifts. I’ll show you every last little shred of potential you’ve been wasting, now that I’m the one in this skin~”

“W-wait, what are you going to do??”

“Maybe nothing…”

I stressed the maybe, a teasing lilt in my voice as I did so.

“… Although that depends on how much you’re able to act like me. If you do a good job maybe I’ll just pretend to be a stupid shy girl, so no-one notices anything different about ‘Grace’.”

I did finger quotes as I said her name at the end there, and she breathed a sigh or relief at the prospect.

“Don’t be getting too comfortable though! I can’t have you fucking up my life, so I will be keeping a close eye on you.”

“O-okay… that seems fair. I guess it makes sense that we stick together most of the time we’re like this.”

“Great! So now we’re on the same page, I think it’s time for us to…”