My roomate, Clarke

Shit, shit, shit… that’s gotta be Clarke.

I cupped my hands over my mouth, heartbeat racing. I could hear him closing the front door, throwing his keys in the little bowl we kept on the table by the entry corridor of our apartment. He was probably getting in from work, tired after a long day, maybe hoping to play some gacha games and eat junk food to blow off steam.

It wasn’t exactly the lifestyle of some cassanova or playboy. But being similar was part of the reason we got on so well, neither of us had ever been particularly smooth with the ladies or anything like that. The point my thoughts were trying to make, racing round my head, reflecting on all of this: Was that under no circumstances would Clarke expect me to have brought a girl home and made her squeal in ecstasy on a random late afternoon.

Did he… did he hear me?

My voice was undeniably Jane’s as I squirmed around in my bed, finger fucking myself and panting like a bitch in heat. If anyone had been listening, they’d hear a woman being brought to orgasm, her mind fried on sexual happiness. It wasn’t the kind of situation I’d have the ability or inclination to make, essentially.

I heard the floorboards creak, as he approached my door.

“H-hey, Jamie. Are you… in there?”

He sounded cautious, understandably so.

“Y-ye-!”

I grabbed my throat, catching myself before I could answer properly.

I still have her voice! Shit!

I fumbled around by my neck, feeling for some seam, somewhere to remove the pretty face of the rat girl I wore. All I felt was smooth skin, the tactile sensations translating flawlessly to my brain from both sides of contact. In terms of feeling, there was nothing that indicated I was touching anything other than my neck.

This suit really is flawless, of course there’s no seam. I… I have to make one.

I pinched at the skin by my nape, wincing as I did so. It hurt, but I pressed through the pain, tearing at the flesh. It held for a moment, one that seemed to stretch a little too long. I started thinking maybe it wouldn’t open, and maybe I’d be trapped inside Jane permanently. I must have enjoyed my little session more than I expected, as I was surprised at how internally okay I was feeling at the prospect, despite how crazy it was.

Then the skin gave by my fingers, and dispelled that illusion. A cold rush of air entered the hot, wet confines of Jane’s skin, hitting my original skin beneath with a certain miserable chill. I pulled on her face, feeling it lose structure in my grip as it left me, crumpling down into just an empty mask, hanging over my breasts.

A depressed pang of pain strung in my heart, losing Jane’s visage being surprisingly awful. I pursed my lips, urges to get inside her and fully become the rat girl assaulting my conscience already.

“Are you okay bro? You sound kinda weird…”

Clarke’s voice cut through the haze, reminding me that he was still on the other side of my bedroom door. I shook my head, trying to get my bearings back, before responding.

“Ah! Y-yeah, I’m good! Just, ehm, just… watching something?”

My explanation sounded bogus and phony even to me, so God knew how it would come across to the already skeptical Clarke. I could hear him sigh, clearly a little relieved to hear me, before he started laughing.

“Just try to keep it down if you’re going to be blasting porn out loud. Or at least use headphones! You’re such a gooner.”

“Huuhhh? You’re calling ME a gooner? I’ve seen the games you play!”

“Hey, when I recommended ZZZ to you, you loved it so much you got addicted! One of us, one of us!”

I could hear him chanting outside the door, while both of us just started laughing. Clarke had been the one to introduce me to Zenless all those months ago, after all. It wasn’t so long before I was just as invested in the game as he was.

Although, having the gall to call me a gooner!

I looked down at the defiled female body in front of me, my normal form totally subsumed within the skinsuit of a zenless zone zero girl who I’d just fingered to completion.

Mayyyybe he has a point.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep it down! Jeez.”

I laughed, as he said farewell and wandered off to the kitchen. I knew he’d probably get something from the fridge, then head back to his room to play games or chill out. His room was at the far other end of the corridor from mine anyway, so it was handy how little we could normally hear from one another, providing some privacy.

Although, of course, screaming out loud as I experience my first female orgasm goes above our normal noise level…

I heard his footsteps drift away into nothingness, and waited for a few minutes more, until I knew the coast was clear. Then I hungrily shoved my face back inside Jane’s, almost **** to fully take on her form again.

As if that little scare is going to stop me! This was way too good, I need more and I need it now.

The sinews of flesh began knitting themselves together at the back of my neck, while in the front Jane’s features subsumed mine once again in their tight, hot embrace. When I next opened my eyes, it was through her grey irises that I was seeing the world.

I threw my legs over the bed, springing up from the mattress and landing deftly on the carpeted floor. It was strange, but it seemed like while before I’d struggled with the unfamiliarity of piloting a female body, now I moved with a greater sense of grace and co-ordination. I idly wondered if orgasming as Jane had somehow integrated me with her skin to some greater degree, before laughing at the thought.

That would be so weird, ahaha.

Although, at the same time, the feeling of getting more intimate with Jane in any way made my heart feel so totally warm and excited. I shook off those thoughts before I went back to the container that had delivered Jane’s skinsuit to me, looking deeper inside it.

Lying at the bottom, well organized, was Jane’s classic outfit.