Go find Rachel

“Mhmmm, oh my God…”

I couldn’t help but smirk at what I was seeing through the bedroom door. Naked, and sweaty, sat the incongruous sight of Gareth’s male body with Rachel’s long, midnight blue hair trailing down his back. She was moaning, her back to me as her hand moved in the obvious pattern of male masturbation, the sweet sounds of her feminine moans totally at odds with the masculine pleasure that was overwhelming her mind.

Wow, she really couldn’t resist jerking one out as I went to the cosplay closet.

“Ufufufufu…”

I stifled my own giggles, luckily finding they weren’t nearly loud enough to alert Rachel to my presence.

Then again, who am I to judge? If I’d been left in the skinsuit of a cute girl for the first time there’d be no way I could resist exploring her body either.

Seizing the initiative, I hurried over to Rachel, the sound of my heels causing her to start to turn only for me to reach her before she could. I smushed my body against her back, feeling her shiver as my soft breasts, encased in their cool latex, compressed against her. A teasing smile lit up my face as my lips sat right by Rachel’s ears, whispering:

“Ohhhh, I get it. You’re a pervert!”

“What? Ahh Heather!”

“Ufufufufu”

I couldn’t help but giggle again, hearing Rachel call me by her best friend’s name, even when she knew it was me inside her skin.

“Shh, shhh. It’s okay. You’re like me.”

With the way my body was pressed up against her back, Rachel hadn’t been able to turn around, and hadn’t been able to get a good look at me, or the cosplay I’d chosen. All she knew was what she could feel; That ultra smooth, slightly cool sensation of latex, wrapping up my big, soft breasts. Only now did she really get a good look at a part of me, her first visual clue as to my outfit, as my hand snaked around Gareth’s body and wrapped itself on his fully erect, deep pink cock.

Heather’s small, slim fingers gleamed in the red, wet look latex as each digit found purchase on the shaft, around and just under the head. My smile was so teasing as I watched “my” hand, so sexy and explicitly feminine, begin to pull back Gareth’s foreskin as I started getting into a rhythm. If Rachel had been enjoying herself before with her own first attempts at male masturbation, this took things to the next level.

There was a sharp whistle, an intake of breath as she scrunched her eyes shut, experiencing so much sensation that she wanted to savor and focus on only touch. Years of experience touching my own dick came together with the endlessly more attractive hands I wore, their cute, feminine shape and sexy cosplay cover uniting with my technique and Rachel’s inexperience with masculine pleasure to already start the telltale cock spasms that indicated she was about to cum.

I leaned in closer, right beside her head, until the sweet warmth of Heather’s breath tickled past her piercings and into her sensitive ear, whispering:

“Shall I make you my Darling?”

“Holy fuck…”

She moaned, my question and every unfamiliar feeling becoming way too much for her as her dick was finally pushed over the edge. Thick white semen blasted out, coating the bed, her thighs and my fingers, as I stuck my tongue into her ear and licked. I could see Rachel’s eyes roll a little, the intense pleasures overwhelming her, before she fell back onto her side, then rolling onto her back. Gareth’s deflated face flopped onto his chest, a reminder of the half-worn skinsuit Rachel was nestled inside, as she basked in our little roleplay and the potent rush of a male orgasm.

I followed her onto the bed, crawling, letting sensuality infuse my movements, my ass on full display before I sat on top of Rachel, just on her lower stomach.

“I like your taste… it’s tingly, lingering, and dangerous. You should taste me too.”

I shoved my cum covered fingers into Rachel’s mouth, past her black lips, feeling her tongue slurp up Gareth’s semen that a moment ago she’d so enjoyably ejaculated for him. Her eyes were a little wide, pupils dilated, as she stared at me while she did it.

Oh my God… That was incredible…

I gave her a sultry smirk at I watched it, while my heartbeat pulsed fast in my chest. I couldn’t believe how good that had felt.

I feel sooo confident, so sexy, so fun… roleplaying as Heather, roleplaying as Zero Two in the bedroom, omg… wrapped up tight in her slutty skin and this latex suit on top…

“H-Heather… Alex… that was way too hot.”

Rachel was still panting, sweating just a little, though in testament to how expensive and high quality her goth make-up was, it wasn’t running. I beamed a smile in return, feeling her praise infuse me with a warm, happy feeling.

“And that cosplay! Latex suit Zero Two, and even the way you were roleplaying… I can’t believe I ever thought you were boring. You’re so kinky…”

Even through her pale make-up, I could see the hints of a blush, an unexpected look of shy affection passing through her expression.

“Yeah, well, you know…”

I was blushing now too, the gap moe between Rachel’s normally rebellious looks showing their shy side affecting me deeply. I just knew my own blush was looking much cuter than normal too, Heather’s face being so much prettier than my own could ever be.

“… maybe that’s why I’m good at being a skinwalker. I’ve got a lot of surprises inside.”

“Maybe ‘Alex’ really was just another mask?”

Now it was her turn to smile at little, a strange perceptiveness coloring her gaze as she cocked her head to the side.

“You seem to be having a lot more fun as Heather than you ever seemed to as Alex.”

“Well…”

I said it a little uncertainly, ruminating a little on her words, letting a small quiet moment descend as I thought. Rachel was content to let it hang, before a mischievous grin broke through on her face.

“Hey, well, we can get a little serious some other time. I have an idea about how we can have some real fun. It’s even better because you’re already cosplaying.”

“Huh…?”

Rachel had kind of surprised me as I wondered what she was talking about. It just seemed to make her more excited.

“How much of Heather’s memories have you checked out? Have you checked out her schedule? Her plans for today, for example?”

“No…”

I furrowed my brow a little as I thought. I’d looted Heather’s memories, stealing some of her cosplay knowledge and enjoying memories about her past, stealing her personality. Even still, absorbing the whole life of a girl who’d lived just as long as me was a lot to take in, and one of the things I hadn’t really been thinking about was her to-do list for the day. Now that I actually thought about it though…

“Oh. Oh my God. No way.”

“Yes way. You really picked a special time to wear a popular cosplayer.”

Rachel had a shit eating grin as she teased me, while my blush intensified to match my rising excitement. Today of all days, Heather was actually booked in as a guest at an anime convention happening here in the city. Cosplaying, meet and greets, even an appearance speaking at a panel…

“I can’t believe it… today of all days?”

“Oh yeah. She was looking forward to it, although was still a little shy about going to a con in the city she lives in. Maybe she might appreciate it if someone else goes in her place?”

“I mean, I can’t really go for her. This is a really big deal, she’s kind of a celebrity after all, people will be able to tell if someone else goes instead. I’m just an ordinary guy after all, I’m not actually a cosplay streamer…”

Rachel’s grin just intensified as she grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed towards the mirror.

She’s actually pretty strong wearing that body…

I felt my pussy pulse just a little with attraction at the strength as I was pulled, Gareth’s stolen, masculine body giving Rachel that power boost, while the somewhat twisted sight of her goth girl face on top of his naked body couldn’t help but turn me on.

I guess the idea of a girl stealing a guy’s skin for pleasure turns me on nearly as much as a guy stealing a girl’s…

Now, standing in front of the mirror though, I got a good look at the both of us, except this time Rachel was standing behind me the way I’d been when I’d jerked her off earlier. She leaned in close, her voice sounding so sexy as she whispered in my ears.

“Now… tell me what you see in the mirror.”

“I... I see a hot goth girl, wearing a man’s skinsuit from the neck down…”

“Baaaaa-ka.”

Her whisper couldn’t hide the humor in treating me like an idiot, while involuntarily a pleasured little shiver shook through my body, Heather’s stolen personality absolutely loving being addressed in such a weeb way.

“I want you to tell me about the girl in front.”

I gulped, as I really focused.

“She… she’s…”

I couldn’t lie, and I couldn’t help but genuinely describe what I was seeing.

“… she’s really cute. Beautiful, honestly. Perfect skin emphasized by perfect make-up, pink hair with a color like cute candyfloss that looks so healthy, thick and shiny even though it’s dyed. And her body… it’s so sexy. Those indulgent breasts, that hourglass shape, those wide hips and thighs, her nice flat stomach, and the way the red latex hugs every curve and looks so shiny and wet.”

Saying out loud, hearing her cute voice leave my glossy pink lips, it was so affirming. My knees felt a little weak even as I looked out over my body. Rachel’s smile was so confident, so hungry, so pleased at my descriptions.

“Mhmm. That’s right. She is all those things, isn’t she? And, you know what?”

She licked my ear now, the way I had with her, as her hands reached around and began caressing my body. They moved gently, fingertips tracing up my thighs, up my midriff, down my shoulders, and arms. Subtle, elegant little touches, causing my skin to tingle, the latex communicating her touch almost perfectly while adding its own unique sensation.

“You ARE that girl. Totally and completely. Every inch of her skin is yours now. You’ve taken it all from her, gotten inside her skin, worn her EVERYTHING and made it yours.”

“But… but…”

“Ah, ahh. No buts. What kind of “guy” knows how this feels?”

At that moment, her hands found my breasts, squeezing on them as I moaned, the compression and the pressure on my soft tits feeling heavenly. Her smirk was so teasing in the mirror, in contrast to my pleading, girly face, as her fingertips moved over my nipples. Even through the tape, I could feel the sting of pleasure, breathy little moans escaping my lips.

Now her hands moved lower, making sure to touch me as they did, sliding into my inner thighs and circling around my lower entrance.

“That’s so strange… even with tucking, I’m not sure you could hide a cock that well. You know why…? It’s because you don’t have one right now. Do you?”

Her hands had moved even closer, shamelessly pressing the bodysuit around my slit now, the latex getting sucked in a little as my camel toe was utterly exposed. My moans grew even louder as the teasing caused that rich rush of utterly feminine feeling to bubble up, hot wetness leaking from me all over the inside of the suit. Rachel showed no mercy as she stepped it up to teasing my clit.

“No ‘man’ has one of these. This tight, slutty little pussy. And do you feel that on your back?”

I did, I really did. The same way I’d teased Rachel earlier with the feeling of my plush breasts pressing into her back, now she was doing the same to me, Gareth’s hard, thick cock pressing into my back just above my luscious ass.

“Isn’t this the cock that fucked you last night? Again and again, and had you moaning like a bitch in heat? You’re not a ‘guy’, and I don’t see any ‘Alex’ anywhere. You’re my best friend, Heather, totally and completely. You’re a rising cosplayer and streamer, with hundreds of thousands of fans. You’ll probably have over a million subscribers before the end of the year, you know? They’re all YOURS, because you ARE Heather. You’re the sexiest bitch I know, and you’ve also been acting like a total slut recently. So why don’t you take your rightful place at this convention, enjoy every sensation of being a famous cosplay girl, all that attention and appreciation. It’s only right, after you took your rightful place inside her skin.”

I couldn’t help but pant as my knees grew weak, the insane stimulation proving to be way too much for me. I slid onto the ground, just trying to get my energy back, an almost **** desire to let Rachel just fuck me all day only being held back by the sinister, forbidden and depraved desire to steal Heather’s identity totally and be acknowledged totally as her at this convention. I’d been excited about going ever since I realized what today was, but Rachel’s speech had only made me even more enticed.

“You really are a pervert Rachel, Oh my God…”

She helped my to my feet as I looked up at her, seeming to puff up with pride a little at my compliment.

“We’re two of a kind, Heather. Or should I call you Zero-Two? I really, really do want to be your Darling you know.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, as she laughed too. Rachel was a really fucked up girl, but… she was fucked up the same way I was. Everything she’d said to me there, so pervy, so twisted, so… relatable? Those were exactly the kind of things that turned me on to no end, and knowing they were just as good for her made my heart feel so funny.

“Then starting from now, you are my Darling, totally and completely.”

I laughed with wild abandon as I pulled her in for a kiss, both sets of our plump, soft lips smushing together, her black lipstick rubbing against my pink gloss. My heartbeat spiked as we made out, at the pleasure of the moment, at the weird, deep, strange connection that only seemed to be blossoming more and more between us. After minutes of kissing, making out, lip-biting, we finally broke apart, some saliva hanging between our lips.

“You know…”

Started Rachel, eventually breaking the haze of lust and romance hanging between our sleepy, dreamy gazes.

“I always thought Heather was hot, but with you in her skin I legitimately think I’m falling for her. Or maybe it’s all you, adding your own special flavor to the skins you wear? It’s just so much hotter knowing you’re the one wearing the sexy cosplay girl skin…”

“You’re kinda a freak, Rachel…”

I just laughed, before kissing her again, then saying:

“…but I can’t help how attracted I’m getting to you. You’re really special, you know…”

A silence hung, though an easy, comfortable one, between us.

“But for now I kinda need your help. Could you finish zipping me up? I can’t get it all the way. And I wanna look perfect if I’m going to be Zero-Two at this convention.”

“Sure…”

She just laughed, as I spun. Through everything we’d been doing I’d almost forgot that I’d only been able to get the latex suit about two thirds of the way zipped up. I felt Gareth’s bigger hands fumbling a little at my upper back, struggling a little to find the almost invisible seam, before eventually discovering the zipper. Instead of pulling it all the way up though, they pulled it all the way down.

In the mirror, I could see that same shit-eating grin had returned on Rachel’s face, a sinister mischief seeming to flash in her eyes.

“Wait here for a sec, okay?”

“Okay…”

I rolled my eyes, though my own smile showed my true feelings.

What is she planning? Oh Rachel…

About a minute later, emerging from the bedroom, came Rachel with something in her hand. She scooted right up behind me, whispering in my ear.

“I think I know a way we can make the convention a little more exciting.”

“More exciting than even just going there, like this?”

I gestured at my body, the tight, sexy Zero Two cosplay leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Yeah well… I figure we should try and have as much fun as possible, right?”

I stared at her closed hand, curiosity burning inside me.

“Okay, okay, so hurry up and show me what’s in there then!”

Rachel got down on one knee, like she was proposing to me, my eyes rolling again as I just laughed.

“Heather, Alex, my darling, my love. Will you be my girlfriend?”

In the center of her now open hand, sat a pink, silicone covered egg vibrator, complete with a slim pull string.

“Oh my God, Rachel… yes. Yes I absolutely will.”

I said it before I even knew what I was doing, Rachel laughing as she hugged me, before she spun me around and began peeling me out of the latex bodysuit. I helped her pull me out of it, as it fell away, revealing my naked body.

“Ohhh… wow. Uhmm. I don’t know whether I should be embarrassed, grossed out, or…”

“Turned on? Don’t lie to me Alex, I can see how you really feel.”

Rachel’s teasing made my heart seem to flutter, as my pussy pulsed with horny lust seeing the mess I’d made of the crotch of the latex suit. It was slick and wet with my girl juice, all flowing out of my needy lower lips.

Knowing how turned on all this has got me… wearing this latex suit, covering my body in the fluid of my desire while no trace escapes and reveals it… it’s so, so hot…

I gulped, that same shiver of pleasure coursing through me, as Rachel handed me the vibrator.

“Here. I want you to put it in yourself.”

I was so carried away I couldn’t resist complying, sliding it inside me. I gasped a little at the sensation as it pushed my lips apart, the small hint of its pull string being the only indication that it was inside me. I started to work myself back into the latex suit, a little stunned at the perversion of everything I was doing, as Rachel seemed to be just as bad as me. Once my arms were back inside their tight, latex sheaths, and the front was hugging my breasts again, Rachel pulled the zip all the way up, sealing me inside properly this time.

I turned to the mirror, appreciating the amazing quality of the cosplay, the seam appearing practically invisible as it sealed me fully inside the second skin of the suit.

“There, now you’re marked. Marked as my slutty little girlfriend.”

Hearing Rachel call me that made my heart feel so funny, as my hand traced my lower entrance, no trace of the vibrator shoved inside me visible from the outside.

“You're such a bad influence, Rachel."

I just laughed at her comment, even as hearing her call me that made my heart feel heavy with happiness.

"Also, this suit…”

A slightly worried, but very scintillated expression passed on my face, as a thought came to me.

“You’ve realized it too, huh?”

Rachel’s grin was so cheeky and smug as she watched me, excitement just as clear for her as it was for me now. I said out loud what we both were thinking.

“… I can’t get out of it myself. And that means I can’t remove the vibrator either…”

“That’s right. It’s too tight for you to take off Heather’s skin without destroying the cosplay too, or even to use the spines without piercing its fingertips. If you’re really, really ****, I guess you could…”

Inside, I knew I could never do that. This cosplay was so well made, so beautiful… it was honestly my dream cosplay. I loved feeling it on my body and the way it made me look so much I was seriously considering wearing Heather as my main skin just for it alone. Rachel seemed to know it too.

“…But I think we both know you won’t do that. So, I guess it means you need my help to get out of it. Or, well… I guess you could always ask one of your fans. I wonder how that lucky guy would feel, getting to pull down the zip of the latex cosplay his favorite streamer is wearing in a private moment together, revealing her bare back, before she pulls an egg vibrator out of herself, panting and horny?”

I could feel myself get even wetter as I thought about it, the insane situation and the idea of fucking a stranger and giving him the best moment of his life, while he didn’t even realize another guy was just using his perfect idol’s skin for personal, ultra pervy pleasure. My reveries were broken by a masculine voice, as Rachel finished stuffing her head inside Gareth’s and his suit began to close and become identical to the real guy.

“I think I’ll ‘cosplay’ as Gareth to the event too. He’s a good looking guy, and the idea of going out in public as a man is so pervy. Plus I get to wear my best friends boytoy? Or fuckbuddy? Technically these two aren’t exclusive or anything.”

The new “Gareth” gestured at the two skins we wore as he said “these two”, before holding up the remote for the vibrator with almost the most devilish grin yet.

“Think you’ll be able to act normal when you meet your fans, Heather?”