Grace looks very different

I can’t believe it… what have they done to her?

It had taken me a little while to recognize the girl I now watched drinking cocktails and dancing, such a departure from who she used to be. Gone was the shy, demure Grace I knew. Her academic influenced clothes, natural hair and minimal make-up had been completely eschewed in favor of a wardrobe and attitude that would match my current skin much better.

Grace was wearing a full face of make-up and barely there clothes, a red bikini top straining to contain her bust as a tight snakeskin miniskirt left nothing about her curves to the imagination. Her hair had been dyed a beachy blonde, while hoop earrings and a new nose piercing adorned her face, while the glint of a diamond revealed she’d been given a bellybutton piercing too.

A crazy mesh of emotions splintered together in my head as I took in their changes. Attraction, and a twisted lust at seeing Grace looking so hot and corrupted of course, but also anger at what they’d done to her. A strange, possessive notion that she was mine, her skin belonged to me, reared up inside, a feeling that some imposter was wearing one of my rightful identities, Grace was a face only I should be wearing.

I tried to quell the feelings, disquieting as they were, noting just how frightening it was to think that way, my own fears of being corrupted by these powers helping me to even out those emotions. Finally, what I felt was just a sad concern for Grace. She’d been an innocent girl, her first budding love had been me in Jessica, her first confusing experiences. I’d left her as a skin, left her to be taken like this as I was too busy having sex and acting like a slut. The disappointment of messing up something that was my responsibility coiled inside, before I channeled it into motivation.

I WILL get Grace back, I WILL set her up so it was like this never happened, I WILL give her her life back!

My resolve re-ignited, I knew what I had to do. It was time to see just how far these mind-control powers could stretch.

I leaned back with a smile, flirty energy all over my eyes, as I pulled Adam in for a kiss. I could feel my nipples get even harder, my whole body loving it, while Adam’s hard cock pressed into my back. Our tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths, before I opened my eyes and noticed with satisfaction the suggestibility that was now apparent in his.

Breaking the kiss, I got up on my tiptoes and whispered;

“How are you feeling now, Adam? Am I the prettiest girl you’ve ever kissed?”

“Incredible… you’re incredible Megan…”

“And…”

I batted my eyelashes a little, knowing how cute it would look,

“… do you feel like you could do anything I asked right now? Anything at all?”

“Oh yeah, definitely!”

He said it so confidently, full of jock energy as he delivered the line, like doing any little thing I asked would be like delivering a game winning touchdown.

“Perfect… I think I need to share this with your friend. You don’t mind, do you?”

I pouted a little, and Adam practically stumbled over himself to let me know it was fine.

“No, no, not at all, go right ahead!”

“Good…”

Behind me, it seemed Hannah had followed my lead and was busy kissing her still nameless man. I came up and tapped her shoulder.

“Huh?”

He started, as I whispered in Hannah’s ear, to her enthusiastic response.

“You know, it’s your lucky day…?”

“Daryl.”

He seemed confused as he responded, although to be fair he did seem like the type to be confused at the best of times anyway.

“Daryl, huh? Cute name… well, you’re lucky because we’re going to let you have a three way kiss with us, isn’t that right Hannah?”

“I promise it’s not every guy who gets this offer, we both just really have a liking for you.”

Hannah flirted, going along with my plan effortlessly. Daryl didn’t need to be convinced, and soon all three of our tongues were running over each other’s in the center.

This is perfect, once Daryl is under control the whole group will by mine, and it lets me top Hannah up a little, just in case my control was starting to wane.

Greedily, in the heat of the moment, I reached out and stroked Daryl’s chin, pulling him more my direction as I thrust my tongue down his throat and enjoyed the sensation of rubbing Megan’s soft, lipstick dyed lips over his rougher ones. I could tell from the way his body was relaxing a little he was coming under my control, and pulled away, leaving a long dangle of spit hanging between our mouths, with just a hint of sparkle infusing it.

Hannah was pouting at her man being stolen in front of her, but her face was so close it took only the slightest turn before I entered her mouth, pulling her whole body close to feel the press of our skins together, two hot girls eating each other’s faces to the lusty astonishment of my new male thralls.

“Now…”

I started, breaking the kiss as I pulled my minions close together.

“You see that girl?”

They followed my eyes to Grace, finding it hard not to notice such a hot slut now that they’d seen her. I could tell they wouldn’t have cared for the original girl, but done up as she was now, she made the perfect fit for both this group, and their sexual fantasies.

“We’re going to go get her…”

I smiled, before beginning my approach.

While I’d been gaining some new followers, it seems Grace had been enjoying flirting. Two guys circled her a little like sharks, plying her with drinks and seemingly competing to see which one of them would get to bed her that night.

For her own part, Grace was seeming to love the attention, sometimes seeming to react shyly or naively, and sometimes acting almost too confident, almost to the levels one would without the threat of repercussions, without the ordinary social inhibitions that keep all of us in check.

Of course, it’s not like she HAS social inhibitions the same way… whoever’s wearing her skin must know if something really bad happens, they can just take her off and go back to their real life!

But I have a major advantage whoever’s inside her doesn’t… I have Grace’s soul and memories. I know more about her than anyone!

“Like, OMG Grace! I haven’t seen you in forever girl!”

The imposter wearing Grace looked up, startled as I rushed into hug her, feeling her breasts smush against mine and loving the sensation.

“Ah! Ehmm… hey what’s up… uhhhmmm?”

She looked so sheepish. I almost laughed, but was able to resist, mainly.

“You’ve had maybe one cocktail too many if you can’t even remember my name, it’s me, Megan!”

“Ahaha oh yeah of course, sorry Megan! I’ve been drinking loads so everything’s just a blur, you know?”

Naturally, the real Grace has no idea who Megan is. These two have never met, and have lifestyles at true opposite ends of the social spectrum. But reduced to nothing more than wearable skinsuits, who would ever be able to tell these two women aren’t lifelong friends? Especially now that Grace’s skin has been edited so she could be Megan’s adopted sister.

“I loovvveeee this look Grace, you look so cute, whatever possessed you to start dressing like this?”

I couldn’t resist slipping in such a dubious double meaning, and “Grace” laughed a little nervously, no doubt considering more deeply now the potential risks of getting caught.

“You know, you did Megan!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, well, I saw how much fun you had, and how you love dressing the way you do, and thought I’m only in college once so I should try and have fun too!”

Ironically for someone who may be experiencing their first time without testicles, this imposter sure has some balls to go with that play… no matter what, they’re doing a good job acting bright and happy, like a normal cute girl. Still though… they really must not know a lot about the original Grace, or maybe care so little they aren’t going to bother acting like her, if this is how they’re presenting themselves.

“You definitely made the right choice, Adam, can you get us all shots please?”

“Sure thing Megan!”

Came his affirmative, while Hannah and Daryl moved in either side of us and blocked off those thirsty guys as I kept “Grace” distracted with conversation. More and more people had begun moving to the dancefloor, so the bar wasn’t quite as packed as earlier, our drinks coming at least a little promptly for once.

“Bottoms up!”

I toasted, as we all rammed more tequila. Grace looked disgusted as she tried to keep it down; she was having the opposite time as me, no **** tolerance whatsoever in her skin, and likely not an insanely high one for the person wearing it as well. I passed her another one immediately.

“Ugh, I’m not sure…”

“Awww, c’mon Gracie! It’s Tiger Beach’s grand re-opening, we have to celebrate it right!”

She drank it a little more reluctantly, gagging a little, even as I enjoyed the taste, before leaning in close to her.

“You wanna dance?”

Her nod was all I needed to take her hand and pull her onto the dancefloor, my posse following along behind. Between the drinking, the earlier dancing, the talking, I hadn’t realized how much the night had begun getting away from me. We must have been at least half-way through by now, people showing the effects of the **** on their movements, and the increasing promiscuity of their dancing.

The drink had begun affecting Grace too. I could tell now that her skin had the very opposite of **** tolerance; she had that happy, slightly messy look on her face like one gets just as the room starts spinning a little.

Perfect

I started dancing, my moves sultry, grateful for every moment of Megan’s experience, while Grace started a little more clumsily. Her dancing was a bit awkward, like she’d never really done it like this before, but every now and again there would be a flash of inspiration, a moment of positive joy infusing her movements; a lust for life like it was her first time being a bad bitch and she was loving it.

Maybe it’s a good thing I found her so quickly. It seems whoever is wearing Grace’s skin, despite all the aesthetic modifications made, hasn’t fully gotten used to it yet. Maybe they haven’t gone all the way as her…

I started moving close to Grace, touching her a little on her arms, incorporating her into my motions, small connections and subtle tactile sensations. She responded with drunken smiles as the **** lowered her inhibitions, the pulsing lights up above and the blasting music providing a hypnotic effect as I closed the distance, before kissing her.

I could feel her moan into my mouth as I slid my tongue into hers, tasting the cherry on her lip gloss as I pulled her to me. In these bodies, we were about the same height, and nearly the same in other areas too. Only wearing bikini tops, there was so much hot, bare skin to touch, big breasts smushing together, tight pressure from our bodies. She smelled so good, being so close like this, and I knew I did too.

I got carried away kissing her, time stretching as my tongue worked in and out of her mouth, enjoying myself way too much. Finally, I pulled back from her, seeing that look of compliant bliss, that obedience as she came under my mind control.

“C’mon Hannah, us girls are going to go on a toilet break. Try not to get too lonely without us boys!”

It was so fun flirting with Megan’s voice as I lead Hannah and “Grace” away to the women’s toilets, leaving Adam and Daryl. Within minutes the three of us were in a cubicle, lit only by UV light; a precaution to prevent **** use.

The toilets were chaotic around us, the shrill voices of women gossiping, scheming, or just drunkenly having fun, while the three of us stood in the far cubicle by the wall, the most private space we could find.

“Now, it’s time to find out who’s really behind that pretty face…”

I wasn’t sure if a normal person would be able to **** a skinsuit off someone, but I was hoping a skinwalker would be able to. Especially considering this was a skinsuit I made, the soul of which I had within me. I reached to the back of Grace’s neck and pulled, causing her to squeal just a little in pain.

Lucky this bathroom is so noisy, so that just blends into the background…

Repeating my earlier trick with Hannah, I stabbed Grace with a single spine, just a tiny amount of skinwalker fluid, and let her wince before I pulled. This time, I felt it. Maybe I’d pulled in just the right way, or the skinwalker fluid had made her skinsuit a little more suit than skin again, but this time I could feel the tight sinews begin to pull apart.

I have you now…

With a slight squelching sound as the hot, slimy inside of the skinsuit separated from the real face beneath,