Find a member of staff to "borrow"

A few cars still remained in the carpark, evidence of the unfortunate staff members who hadn’t yet been able to get home. My eyes flitted around them; There had to be at least ten different people still here. Then again; not a one of them was actually in the carpark, at least not yet.

I could wait on them, see about ambushing the first one to come out and try to make it to their car?

I rolled the idea around in my mind, ultimately finding it unsatisfactory. My lack of patience struck it down as an inefficient use of my time, not to mention how open and exposed the carpark actually was, electric lighting combining with the central location on campus making this one of the least stealthy places to take a skin.

I could go fully offensive? Just walk inside, and skin whoever was behind the desk, and then go from there?

No. That was even less stealthy, and what if security was armed? According to that book, at this stage in my transformation I was still **** to just about everything I had been before, so getting tazed and captured would be terrible, while getting shot would end this story tonight.

I glowered for a moment in my indecision, frustration flaring up while I paced the tarmac.

There has to be something…

I tried to search Elise’s memories, the imaginary hands of my cognition grasping at the fog of her knowledge, so nearly dissipated.

Wait…

That’s it! Not a surefire way inside, but…

This wasn’t the only carpark. Around the back was a smaller, more private one, used for the more important members of staff. Maybe there I could find a suitable face to get me inside the building…

I skulked around, trying to look innocuous and like I had somewhere to be rather than shady, as I moved through the gloom towards the back carpark. The journey there was uneventful, but the reward when I reached it was more than perfect.

Fewer lights shone down on this carpark, a smaller, more enclosed space, with trees hiding it from sight and providing privacy to its users. Notably, the cars here were more expensive, although there seemed to only be two left; a silver BMW, unattended, and a white Audi TT, with a figure loading up.

That’s my way inside!

I found myself sporting a fiendish grin as I strode forward, my gait seeming naturally to adopt the lithe posture and lack of any telltale sounds a stealth predator might have. My heartrate was slow, concerningly so, yet totally steady, an icy chill cooling me as I approached, sharp nightvision cutting through the gloom as I scanned the walls of the building.

Not a single camera… thank goodness the building is so old, any modern building would surely be swarmed with security cameras these days.

Brunette curls flowed down the back of a trim young woman in a tight navy skirtsuit, setting her bag in the passenger seat. She didn’t notice a thing before the spines slid into her neck, a huge rush of liquid inside putting her at a sudden ease, her eyelids dropping. Almost in one motion, a strong arm slid around her midriff and pulled her inside her own car, her ass now resting on the lap of a stranger, the passenger door shut.

She would have screamed, but she found her throat seemed almost gooey, vocal chords way too relaxed, a feeling of melting relaxation taking all the strength from her limbs, before her consciousness drifted away gently, into a deep sleep.

Now that the deed was done, I found my heartrate was way back up again, the danger of what I’d just done bursting on me.

Holy shit… that was so reckless…

What had been up with me? On the approach, it was like I’d entered this whole other state. Smooth, graceful, silent. Dangerous. The skinwalker side in full bloom, an apex predator at work.

It’s certainly getting rewarded tonight.

I considered,

Two different skins in a matter of hours, with some passionate, gender bent sex in the middle too…

I gulped. It seemed both sides of me were loving the twisted pleasure these powers offered.

No one seemed to have noticed what I’d just done. My eyes flit nervously around the space outside the windshield of the car. The slightest movement drew my eyes, only for it to be the motion of a leaf, caught in the breeze. Nothing but silence other than the wind, the rush of my own heartbeat in my ears, and the gentle cover of darkness that had aided me; the small lights that adorned this part of the building failing to penetrate the darkness much.

Satisfied I hadn’t been seen, I let my fingers slip into the curls at the back of my new skins head, flipping it’s face around to get a good look at who I would be becoming. White skin and red lipstick adorned a pretty face, a young woman in her mid twenties.

I could feel her soul inside me, feeling it’s greed and envy, it’s desires all mixed together as one. I closed my eyes and concentrated. A very pretty girl, but never the most pretty. She’d known from a young age what she wanted; wealth, status, comfort. A charming personality, genuine enough, but with the honesty of her base desires there was no need for anything deep. No need for true love, if it meant her material desires were satisfied.

Okay grades, somewhere in the high end of average. Good sex in high school and college, more than a few men, without ever being a total slut. Just a girl who liked fun, and more than anything else, knew what she liked. Now working as… a secretary. The dean’s secretary, to be exact.

Bingo… she’s perfect.

The money was good enough, but the perks and bonuses were where things really took off. Heavy bonuses delivered frequently, every month even. Special gifts, getting spoilt. For a girl who craved luxury, yet had been in the true middle of the middle class growing up, these upper class affections were more than enough to get her to do anything.

So… she’s having an affair with the dean, while he showers her with gifts…

Perhaps it explained why she had a space in this exclusive carpark, and why such a pretty yet inexperienced girl was hired in the first place.

I chuckled a little as I slid her out of her clothes, before getting out of mine. A woman with such clear desires, and the will to do anything to get them, was such a fitting a vessel for me tonight.

Her back peeled open easily, before I worked my legs inside hers one at a time. I was getting well acquainted with skinsuits now, and I wasn’t wasting any time getting inside my new one.

She felt so slimy and warm inside, as I let my body be consumed by hers, lifting my ass and pulling hers onto it, before sitting down, lower body tightly covered by her. I could see the outline of my hard cock pressing against her, the outline of the head clearly visible under the skin of her lower midriff. I grabbed it from outside, pulling it down and lining up behind the pussy, before I naturally felt that wrenching sensation; the pins and needles pressure giving me her legs and ass, as the powerful inversion of my genitals into hers speared her reproductive organs deep inside my abdomen.

Holy fuck… that feeling is always crazy, no matter what…

I gingerly reached down, my male fingers peeling open the pussy lips now between my thighs, seeing a glisten as a little girl juice came out.

Mhmm… I’m so hot and wet and slimy already…

The memories of getting fucked so recently in Elise’s skin bombarded my brain, and the pervy lust for sex in a woman’s body came onto me again. Maybe after I get what I came for here, I should hang onto this body for a little bit… she’s very pretty, I’d definitely be able to get a man, or woman tonight with this face…

I let my hands slide inside hers as I thought about it, moaning a little unashamedly as I felt the weight of my new breasts, sensation flooding them as I became all woman from the neck down. The head hung on my breasts now, hair cascading down onto my belly. My fingers spread the gap in her upper neck just a little, before I thrust my face inside hers, lining up the nose and lips. Tight pressure flexed on me as her bone structures molded to mine, a deep breath leaving my new throat when it was over, a little moan in my new voice sounding so cute to my ears.

Samantha Clarke… that’s her name. My new name… I’m twenty six years old and live in a nice apartment with good views of the river. My income is good, but with the “bonuses” from the dean, I’m quite a bit more successful than most of my peers. And all I have to do it satisfy his desires, which is hardly a chore when he’s as good as sex as he is.

I smirked as I got a feel for Samantha’s personality, enjoying wearing it over my own. She’s definitely a single minded girl. She likes sex and status, and doesn’t really worry about that much else. She’s young, sexy and has more money than most people she knows, and that’s more than enough.

More like "I" like sex and status, "I’m" young, sexy and have more money than most people I know…

I giggled as I inserted myself into the kinds of inner thoughts she would have, just as I’d inserted myself into her body.

It’s kinda fun in here…

I felt so satisfied as I slipped into her white lace lingerie, enjoying the way her stockings felt riding up my thighs, and the way her b-cup breasts felt on my chest.

Shall I ask for a breast enhancement as part of my next present?

The thought of altering her body like that without her consent made me wet thinking about it, although deep down I knew she’d had the same idea more than a few times herself.

Her skirtsuit was just as enjoyable to put on, the white shirt and blazer feeling so snug on her, while the tight business skirt managed to cinch in at just the right places.

I really like her style… so professional and well cut, but with an undeniable pull towards the sexuality that’s so central to her personality.

Finally, I gave a little touch up to her make-up, making sure her eyeliner wings had stayed sharp, and loving the feeling as I re-applied her red lipstick, rubbing my lips together to spread it evenly before blowing a kiss into the mirror.

I look perfect... Thanks for the body, Samantha!

I giggled a little as I slid into her heels, before walking inside the building…