A Walk of Pride

I strutted through the streets, walking up to entrance of my apartment. It’d been a little difficult even to move at first, my body so desecrated from all my activities tonight, but Jessica’s well trained and very experienced form had seemingly gotten used to moments like this, so I was able to make it home okay.

Stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for my floor, I leaned against the wall, shamelessly checking myself out in the mirrors. Messy red hair, and messier eye-make-up, lipstick smudged from a night of kissing. A tight, bodycon dress in scarlet clinging to my curves and with a plunging neckline that fully exposed my perky c-cup tits. I laughed as I spun around, taking in all the angles, slapping my ass just to hear the ring and see the slight jiggle. Jessica’s ass was too toned for it to really be a major jiggle, but her gym forged body had the advantage of stamina, one I’d pushed to the max tonight.

Memories flashed back of how I’d spent my evening, as an erotically sore pulse from between my thighs provided a physical reminder. Dancing in the club, finding the groove easily with Jessica’s gift for anything physical making it simple. Laughing and drinking with her friends, totally unable to tell the Jessica they’d known was nothing more than a flesh suit I used to steal the pleasures of her life, and her identity. Feeling eyes of jealously and lust alike raking over my perky body, finding a guy I liked and taking his tongue into my mouth, feeling his hands on my body, and eventually rocking and moaning on my hands and knees on his bed as his cock ravaged me in doggy style.

Any misgivings and worries about whether this was gay or not had been obliterated weeks ago by the pleasure I felt, wearing Jessica’s sexuality alongside everything else. Fucking guys was way too enjoyable, and wasn’t I a straight girl now? Feeling them worship this body like I did, out of their minds with satisfaction and pride they were with such a hot girl, was so endearing. It felt utterly forbidden too; there was such a twisted thrill deep down inside me, getting to bask in all the erotic indulgences of the female body while these hapless guys were totally in the dark that they were really fucking a guy inside this skin.

It wasn’t like it was just Jessica’s sexuality I was indulging. I took advantage of her looks and my original preferences to have sex with girls too, immediately being a hit with lesbians and confused bi-girls taking their first steps into exploring what they’d wanted secretly. It was only natural, how could they resist a confident and sexually charged red-head bad girl? Memories of scissoring a tattooed, green haired barista girl two nights ago, hearing her moan “my” name as I took her to new heights sent a thrilling little shiver down my spine.

The ding of the elevator announced the doors opening, as I left and let myself into the apartment. The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but it was light outside, and I knew dawn would paint the city in shades of orange and yellow soon.

I really spent all last night partying, drinking, dancing, fucking… it’s just like the kind of wild college life I’d been hoping for.

Hollywood and wild tales from former students really had made college sound like a crazy and free time of self-exploration and debauchery, so naturally I’d wanted to experience all the craziness for myself first hand.

Although… maybe this wasn’t quite how I anticipated my first semester going.

I glanced down at my body, Jessica’s pale, perfect breasts sticking out, and her long legs tumbling out of her mini-skirt, terminating in shiny, patent black heels.

MY breasts, MY mini-skirt, MY heels…

I shrugged with a giggle. Well, I guess I wasn’t experiencing college as myself, or even as a guy, but was that really such a bad thing? Getting to be a hot, slutty red-head living her life as wildly as possible was much better than being boring old Alex.

I opened the door to the kitchen, pulling a glass from Jessica’s cabinet and filling it with water before dropping a dissolving tablet into it. It was part of Jessica’s after party routine I’d kept going; taking these tablets that would help fight the effects of a hangover by restoring fluids to the body and other essentials. It definitely seemed to help; well, that or maybe the skinwalker side's seeming penchant for cleansing the body of toxins was just working better over time.

I turned and leaned against the counter, waiting for the tablet to dissolve, only to catch quite the surprise sitting at the table. Staring, wide eyed, with books and notes filling the space, sat Grace. She looked a lot worse for wear than I remembered her, bags under her eyes denoting her lack of sleep, while she was in a baggy tracksuit instead of her normal skirts and cardigans. Now she sat like a deer in the headlights, clearly surprised and even scared at Jessica’s sudden appearance.

Grace…

A clash of emotions splintered around me as I took her in. I hadn’t seen her much at all over these past weeks, as she barely seemed to leave her room. To be fair, while she’d been barely leaving, I’d barely been home, constantly out partying, or at Mike’s or spending time with some other guys I’d started seeing. Being so slutty and manipulative wasn’t normally like me, keeping a seeming stable of partners to pick and choose from, but it seemed to be more than fitting for Jessica; wearing her body, I’d more than found it enjoyable to wear her role too.

It seemed seeing Grace now re-awakening feelings in me I’d been suppressing, forgotten about as I lost myself in the whirlwind of Jessica’s life. As Alex, I’d really cared about her, trying my best to build up her confidence, even as I sought to keep her removed from the awful skinwalker side that’d been growing more demanding the longer I remained out of a skin. And yet inside Jessica, I hadn’t been thinking about her at all.

A weird sense of shame came onto me, a hit of self-loathing. The last time I’d talked to Grace, she seemed like she was building up to something.

Like she had something important to say…

I’d ran, **** to get away from her, to protect her from the monstrous side of me. It had been the right decision, I’d thought. But now, seeing her looking so clearly distraught, I couldn’t help but think disappearing for weeks on end hadn’t been the right move.

Should I… say something to her? Why is she even here so early in the morning?