Party Prep

A contented sigh escaped my lips as I stepped through the threshold of Sierra’s house. My body was so relaxed and content, the pride and excitement of winning the game mingling totally with the chemical pleasure from my little shower masturbation session.

Even if I’d been basking in that bliss more and more, it still always struck me how amazingly impressive the female orgasm really was. Unlike the fast, immediate rush of a male orgasm, with its relatively short pleasurable aftereffects, the female orgasm seemed much more generous. That enjoyment, that relaxed, content happiness seemed to stay in the body, cycling through my bones and muscles while the serotonin boosters in my head sang. After living my whole life male, pleasure like that was just way too addictive.

Getting to experience how good it feels for girls… I’m not sure if I can ever go back to being just an ordinary guy.

The idea of never choosing to be male again should have set off some alarm bells in my head, a warning that between Lisa and Sierra I’d been getting a little too comfortable wearing a woman’s skin. Though, I had to admit…

Right now I really don’t care much for worry.

I walked into the kitchen on my way into the house, setting a bottle of Hennessey into the fridge to cool, and turning just to catch Rachel sitting at the kitchen table. She was totally engrossed checking herself out in her make-up compact, looking over her eye-liner, her glossy black lipstick, the pale foundation that adorned her pretty face.

“Heyyy girl. You’re looking great, don’t worry.”

She glanced up, startled, with an uncharacteristic little squeal.

“Ah! Oh, ehm, uhh, Sierra. Haha, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I just rolled my eyes as I sat beside her.

“Oh, I know. You are gorgeous, by the way. Althoughhh, you don’t have to spend all day checking yourself out.”

“Ahahah, ye-yeah… I was just seeing if my make-up was okay.”

I paused as I looked over her face, her eyeliner and eye-shadow seeming very well applied, with the detail in her glossy black lips and the totally smooth application of the foundation all being excellent.

“It looks perfect, actually. I’m a little relieved, it seemed like you’d lost your touch for a while there.”

She smiled sheepishly, some strange embarrassment crossing her face, before she seemed to lose herself in her own reflection again. She turned her face left, then right, then got closer to the mirror. It was as if she was unfamiliar with the smooth, soft and totally feminine jaw profile and the pretty, symmetrical features that made up her face. Her expression seemed to morph into a certain bashful pride as she seemed to only then acknowledge just how well done her make-up really had been.

“Yeah… I, uhh, I guess I was just feeling a little sick. Or, ehm, like I wasn’t really myself, you know…?”

She was still so wrapped up in the mirror as she responded to me, continuing to mumble just a little as she continued.

“Youtube tutorials are really handy, and I guess, you know, all the muscle memory is still here. It’s amazing how fast the skills all settle in if you just keep at it…”

“Hmmm, what was that about muscle memory?”

Those ice blue eyes widened as she realized exactly what she’d said, backtracking fast.

“Oh! Oh, umm, nothing. Nothing! Just, yeah, you know, I hadn’t really been feeling myself, and I was kinda under the weather. Nothing serious! But now I guess… I guess I’m starting to feel really comfortable.”

She looked up, with an imperceptible smile on her face, that I met with my own proud one. Of course it was going to take a little while to get good at make-up. Jimmy wasn’t a skinwalker, he didn’t have the gift of his victim’s soul, her mind, her personality, to wear as he wore her skin. His unfamiliar male soul had just been slipped into Rachel’s meat-suit, a boy suddenly given the gift of a goth girl’s body, but without the skills to properly adapt to it.

It was good that her muscle memory remained. It seemed like with some effort, some days of trial and error, silly mistakes in the privacy of her room, the body would remember those repeated motions, again and again. And now, after maybe a week in Rachel’s skin, he was starting to get the hang over her make-up routine.

Although I couldn’t quite show it, I felt every inch the proud parent, both as I’d caused this and I knew exactly how enjoyable it could be for a bland, ordinary guy to suddenly become a beautiful, fascinating young woman. I’d been a little worried about Jimmy at first, seeing the terrible make-up jobs “Rachel” had been sporting for the last few days, and the “mixed up in a bad way” attempts at recreating her fashion sense. It had gotten so bad that “Jimmy” had even taken “Rachel” into her room, as I’d listened at the door; the sporty Sierra uncharacteristically being so nosy and creepy as I spied on what my little Guinea pigs were getting up to.

Honestly… it had sounded so fun. I could hear the sound of “Jimmy” straddling “Rachel”, as he applied her make-up and showed the boy inside her skin how it was really supposed to look, and of course how it really felt to have it applied properly. Then a fashion show, the embarrassed “girl” moaning and whining, all the while as a certain embarrassed, forbidden thrill could be heard in “her” voice, clearly loving being commanded by a guy and **** to dress up in so many revealing goth girl outfits.

And now, seeing the slightly shy yet comfortable demeanor on Rachel’s face, it seemed a week inside the goth girl’s skin was enough time for Jimmy to start really getting attached and settled in his new body.

“That’s good… because I definitely want you to be feeling yourself when you come along to the party tonight.”

“Huh, what party?”

She turned to me, midnight blue hair flowing around her shoulders as she looked, mouth ever so slightly open. It just caused me to smirk.

“Welll, your girl here may have won us the game today!”

“Oh wow, Sierra, that’s amazing news! Well done!”

I puffed up with pride at her praise, before I continued.

“And sooo, we’re having a little party at the captain’s house. I say little, but nothing about this party is really going to be small. It’s going to be incredible, drinking, DJs, everyone and anyone who’s anyone in attendance. So of course I want to invite you. So, how about it? Are you game?”

I gave her my most devilish smile yet, as I saw the gears turning in her head.

“Oh wow, it does sound really cool. Although, won’t it be kind of a jock-y type event? Are they really going to be okay with a goth like me?”

It was cute to hear Jimmy so confidently refer to himself as a goth. He really must be getting comfortable in Rachel’s skin.

“Of course they will! It’s not like this is some cliquey high school movie from the eighties. This is college, it’s cool to be different, plus everyone on the team is super nice. And no-one is going to say no to having a girl as hot as you there.”

Even through the pale foundation, I could see a blush colouring Rachel’s cheeks, as the boy inside her got to hear himself referred to as a hot girl. It was all the more powerful too, as a quick glance into the make-up compact on the table would more than confirm the title.

“Okay! Okay, I’ll come! It will be exciting.”

“Oh my God, yes girl!”

I lunged forward, causing Jimmy in Rachel to gasp as I hugged her. My breasts mashed up against hers, and I knew if anyone could see us the sensual sight of my dark skin rubbing against her pale would be such a pleasing, erotic contrast.

So close together, I whispered into her ear excitedly, seeing her go a little red at hearing Sierra’s sexy voice so close to her.

“You won’t regret it. Everyone there will be so cool, and like, I kinda want to show you off, you know? You’re such a cool girl, they’re going to love to meet you.”

“Okay, okay!”

She writhed a little, but it only rubbed our bodies more, the friction making me get a little wet. She smelled so good… and I knew she could smell the tropical shampoo I’d just been using too.

Seeing Jimmy squirm like this… in Rachel’s hot, gothy body… it’s kinda turning me on…

We both jumped a little, as the door was flung open.

“What are you two doing?”

Somewhere between cheeky suspicion and playful surprise colored a voice both of us recognised well: Jimmy’s. We bounced apart, awkwardly, only for “Rachel” to immediately exclaim;

“What are we doing?? What are you doing??”

“Jimmy” just started laughing, as both our eyes widened at what Rachel had done to his looks. His style was totally different, gone were the blue jeans and Adidas trainers. In their place was black combat boots and torn black jeans, an impressive belt topped with a black leather jacket. The relatively wholesome appearance of Jimmy had been warped by a nose piercing, a septum piercing, and one ear piercing with a cross design reminiscent of the Chrome hearts aesthetic.

“Hmm, you know Rachel, I thought you’d like it?”

The girl next to me made a gagging sound, realizing “she” couldn’t exactly be forthright with Sierra standing beside her.

“I mean… I mean…”

She was struggling a little, trying to overcome the bizarre sight of seeing someone else totally warp your skin to their own personal tastes. I had to admit though, looking at Jimmy now, it was like I was seeing him in a totally different light. He had a certain punk edge, a feeling like this Jimmy was less afraid of standing out, of making waves, and most of all of looking cool.

I felt my knees go a little weak, weird visions of getting fucked rough by the goth girl wearing my best friend’s skin flooding my brain. Glancing at “Rachel”, it seemed Jimmy was having similar strange and slutty visions. I’d already suspected he’d been getting intimately acquainted with Rachel’s anatomy, spending evenings gasping in her voice as he teased her body and felt every inch of feminine pleasure. I was more than certain the real Rachel had been trying out Jimmy’s dick too.

“You look pretty sick, Jimmy. Totally my style.”

Nice attempt at a Rachel impression…

“Maybe I’m just trying to impress you. You are totally hot, Rachel.”

“Jimmy” flirted shamelessly with the body she’d worn her whole life, just causing the boy who was wearing her skin now to gasp.

“T-thank you…”

I could see her fingers grasping the edge of her skirt, a small, more shy movement that still drilled home the skin “she” was in.

Oh Jimmy, so bashful…

I turned to the newly minted goth guy in the room with a smile.

“Actually Jimmy, I was hoping you were free tonight?”

“Yeah, I don’t have anything on…”

“Because me and Rachel here are going to a party at my team captain’s house to celebrate today’s victory, and we’d absolutely love for you to come along.”

A certain cunning smile spread on Jimmy’s features, as the girl puppeting his form replied:

“Oh, I’d love to…”