Warn Candida

“Pizza delivery!”

The door opened to reveal a stunning older woman in nothing more than a silk bathrobe. Her messy brunette hair appeared to have been freshly blow dried, while even from the door-way the fresh scent of her tanned, just washed body could be picked up.

“Come right in.”

Her smile was inviting as she beckoned, letting the scrawny teenage pizza delivery boy inside. The apartment was so clearly expensive, a world away from the banal and relatively poor surroundings the boy had grown up in, yet he didn’t seem overly impressed; merely having a look somewhere between trepidation and exasperation.

The older woman made a show as she reached into her handbag, pulling out a purse and almost theatrically opening it to reveal nothing.

“Oh no! It appears I don’t have any money on me…”

Her eyes softened, a certain pleading quality taking to them.

“But… maybe there’s some other way I can pay you?”

She slipped closer to the boy, arms subtly squeezing her bosom together in a way that couldn’t be ignored, before the teenage boy blurted out.

“That’s… that’s not why I’m here! I’m here to warn you! Hunters have rented the apartment across the street, they’re closing in on you.”

The older woman stopped in her tracks, seeming taken aback for just a moment, before she began to laugh.

“Oh Alex, you won’t even indulge my little roleplay? I thought for sure you wouldn’t be able to resist playing the part of the horny teenage pizza delivery boy who scores with a gorgeous milf.”

“Hmmm, so you knew it was me all along, huh?”

I couldn’t help but pout a little, even knowing how relatively not cute it would look on the acne covered visage of the teenage boy I was wearing.

“Well, I figured. After all, I didn’t order any pizza, and this really isn’t the type of apartment people come by accident. Still though, I’m impressed.”

“Oh?”

“A pizza delivery boy is really the perfect disguise to come here, it’s so believable, and gets you in and out without suspicion. Very difficult to track, all things considered. Once again, you have all the tactical instincts of someone who was born to become a skinwalker.”

“Mphf…” I found myself blushing slightly, enjoying the praise despite myself, even as Candida got close and whispered in my ear.

“Still though, I think I know why you were able to resist my advances. Why don’t we swap skins? I know how much more you enjoy playing the woman’s role, and I think we’d both enjoy swapping our positions. Let me be the horny young man who can’t resist, while you play the part of the seductive older woman, taking her thrills from some naïve young blood. There’s so many layers to it, considering who we are underneath the skins, our original genders…”

Her finger traced circles on my pectoral, even that small touch feeling so good through the cheap shirt of the pizza delivery uniform, before I backed away quickly. I could feel my boner strain against my pants, the surreal feeling of an unfamiliar cock between my legs nonetheless fully representing my lust at her suggestion.

I shook my head, hoping to dispel some of the tension, before I turned to her.

“No, I absolutely don’t have time. This pizza delivery disguise only works well if I actually leave within the timeframe it would take to deliver a pizza, otherwise it’s suspicious and the whole idea is ruined. Candida, have you ever heard of Mortiferis de Infornem?”

She sighed as she slipped onto one of the kitchen stools, a dark look flitting over her expression.

“Unfortunately… one of those tedious monster hunting organizations that have made the lives of our kind so much more dangerous. Tell me what you know about them quickly, if you could… unfortunately you’re very right about the time constraints of your disguise.”

So, I did. I filled her in as much as I could, telling her about the library, and about the Dean’s office. I couldn’t help but blush, an embarrassed, guilty excitement taking my heart and my expression even as I glossed over some of the details of what I’d done as Elise. Even still, I could feel the encouraging, almost ecstatic approval from Candida, hearing I’d worn two different women in the same night filling her with the same kind of pride a parent might feel when their child gets amazing exam results, or wins a sports-day medal.

When my little story was complete, she considered thoughtfully for a moment.

“So, they’ve come this close to making a move on me… Maybe I’m losing my touch. I’ve been so distracted by you I didn’t even notice how much they’d closed in on me.”

“What… what are we going to do?”

“So, we’re a “we” now, are we?”

She teased, immediately latching onto that.

“Huh, don’t get the wrong idea, okay! I’m only telling you because you’re too useful and valuable an information source to me. You’re still a monster.”

“Oh, so cruel! I’m just going to pretend you just said I was valuable, if you don’t mind.”

Her playacted hurt and buoyant mood stirred mixed feelings in me, enjoying the levity of her flippancy even while a slight discomfort tugged at the back of my mind.

She seems so at ease… is she really just that happy to see me? The last time I’d seen her ended on bad terms… Does she think she can wear me down over time, and with patience I’ll crumble and join her?

Despite my own torn feelings, I could understand why she might feel that way. Even the fact I’d come to warn her showed I didn’t want to see her killed, and despite my declaration of her twisted nature, I would still show up for her when the stakes were high. It didn’t bode well for the possibility of a future where I would totally forsake her.

“Well, there is one saving grace about all this though. Mortiferis, from what I know of them, typically operates in a cell structure. The divisions that hunt skinwalkers especially always do, to prevent the organization getting compromised if one of its members gets turned. It’s a good strategy, that I imagine has saved them a number of times. However, it also means that if we can take out this cell, we can get them off our backs. It will take a while for any other cell to find us, and even then, we may just be safe altogether. How many did you say there were?”

She turned intently to me, a certain practical fire gleaming in her eyes. I had to admit, in a way I could feel it inspiring me.

“I saw three of them, a small, pink haired girl who looked young and innocent, a short, muscular pacific islander guy and a confident middle eastern lady. She seemed like the leader.”

I mused on it for a moment, before my phone began to vibrate a little in my pocket. It was the timer I’d set when I came in here; now that more than five minutes had passed, I knew I’d need to leave so as not to draw suspicion,

“Leaving so soon?”

Candida pouted, and now I found myself laughing at her faux cute attitude.

“Goodbye, Candida! I’ll let you deal with all this now.”

I began to walk out, leaving the pizza behind.

“Wait, Alex… one more thing.”

I turned and she thrust a massive wad of cash into my hands.

“It’s polite to tip, you know? Especially when my pizza delivery boy is so cute.”

I looked skeptically at my reflection in the mirror, seeing the slack and stoned expression of the young man who’s skin I’d hijacked. There had to have been at least a grand in notes in my hand. I couldn’t believe it.

“Well… okay, so your real face is much cuter, but best of all is when you wear a pretty girl. I know it won’t be long until you do again anyway. Don’t spend it all in one place!”

With that, she pushed me out the door, and left me with the most extravagant tip I’d ever seen.

“Ughh… even coming out of him, this doesn’t feel great”

The cold evening air felt unpleasant as my real head was revealed from underneath the pizza delivery boys. I was in a dark alley, his moped parked beside me, as I emerged from the wet, warm interior of his skinsuit.

I grimaced a little with the strange feeling of my own dick and balls reforming into their true shape, after being transformed into his. It wasn’t quite as dramatic a sensation as removing a woman’s skin, but it was still quite trippy.

Somehow, it feels even more novel and pervy wearing another man after getting so comfortable in girl’s skins…

Still, I was grateful enough to be out of that 18 year old pizza delivery boy as I recovered my own clothes from where they were stashed underneath a dumpster. He’d served his purpose well, and it didn’t seem like I’d been followed as I made the switch; but still I couldn’t help by feel nervous about this whole situation.

Candida was right… it was good thinking on my part using a pizza delivery guy as a disguise.

I felt a strange satisfaction thinking like that, tempered by my own concerns over how natural a fit being a skinwalker seemed to feel for me. I’d been trying not to think about it too much, not to feel as though this had been meant for me, hoping not to vindicate the things this power so easily lead to.

To Mortiferis though… I guess they’d see me as just another monster to be killed.

I flicked through the stack of cash Candida had given me, slipping one hundred into the pocket of the delivery guy as he re-inflated. I’d already altered his memories, so he’d be happy to have received such a generous tip, even if he couldn’t quite remember which house he’d gotten it at.

A dissatisfied frown crossed across my face as I walked away from the alley, thoughts turning to Samantha. After I’d discovered where Mortiferis were based, and decided to warn Candida, I’d chosen to let Samantha go. Even though living her life for a bit really appealed to me, I thought it better to just use her to get the information, then leave her so she’d be safe.

It’s a real shame though… being a slutty secretary, having an affair with my older boss as he showers me with gifts… it’s a little twisted, but it’s a really hot fantasy.

I bit my lip as I tried not to think about what I’d chosen to miss out on.

Maybe in another life…

I guess now I have to decide what to do. I’d warned Candida, so she would hopefully be ready if Mortiferis came for her. But would I be ready, if they came for me? I didn’t even know if I was a suspect, although I still didn’t really want to find out either. Maybe I should just lay low for a while, hide out and try and act normal? I found myself laughing, as laying low really just meant living life as an ordinary college student.

It isn’t such a bad idea really… a bit of normality for a while, just a regular life. It was what I’d wanted anyway, before I came to college… right? My skinwalker side would be sated after everything I’d done today, at least for a while. Three skins in one day… I really couldn’t believe it.