Try and find out what's going on with Grace

“Grace… what are you doing here? Especially at this time…”

“A-ah, ah-”

She began stumbling over herself, trying to find the words. She’d been getting a lot better about this before, when it was just me and her. Although, I suppose then she’d been talking to Alex, her friend, rather than Jessica, her former bully.

“Spit it out.”

Jessica’s voice was curt and commanding, my address to Grace coming out just as the real Jessica would have said it.

It came out like that so fast!

I shivered just a little, imperceptibly to Grace, my perfect Jessica impersonation giving me a sense of ownership over her skin that I weirdly loved.

Maybe I’m getting a little too comfortable in here… although why do I like that idea so much…?

“I… I just couldn’t sleep. I’ve really been struggling to sleep. Ha ha. Yeah. That’s all it is.”

Grace’s excuse was paper thin. I had no doubt that a lack of sleep was contributing to how messy she looked, but at the same time there was more she didn’t want to tell me.

I’m going to have to ease her into talking…

“Well bitch, you look like absolute shit.”

Grace recoiled like she’d been slapped, while wrapped tight around me internally, Jessica’s personality basked in dominant, sadistic pleasure over addressing her like that.

No wonder Jessica became so shitty, if these were the kind of petty pleasures she was enjoying from becoming a bully.

I sighed, before turning to Grace’s cabinet.

“You like Green tea, don’t you?”

“Y-yes….”

She sounded startled I’d even know that, and stared at me with a clear clash of emotions playing out on her face as I boiled the kettle and grabbed her favorite mug.

Of course, Jessica genuinely doesn’t care about Grace’s preferences, but I learnt a thing of two about what she likes as Alex, so…

Within a couple minutes, I was poring her a cup of tea, my back blocking her from seeing the process. It gave me the perfect cover to let a long strand of saliva fall from my lips into her drink, the smallest hint of crystalline shine catching the light as it dipped, hidden, into her drink.

Talk about a role reversal, it wasn’t so long ago I was doing this trick for Jessica as Grace, and now we’re doing it vice versa.

Also… I hope sweet, innocent Grace enjoys the taste of my slutty saliva, after a night of drinking and sex~

I had to refrain from giggling maliciously, the gross, pervy thrill of Grace drinking Jessica’s spit without knowing making me wet just thinking about it.

“Here you go.”

I set her cup in front of her, as I sat across the way with my hangover cure drink.

“T-thank you…”

She accepted the drink slightly suspiciously, eyeing it for some hint it was laced with something. Unluckily for her, the skinwalker enhanced saliva had flawlessly hidden its appearance in her tea.

“You’re a loser Grace, but even I’m not totally heartless.”

She wrinkled her nose at my jab, but didn’t talk back, and accepted the tea with a sip. Another small shiver of pleasure ran down my spine calling her a loser too, as I was reminded of the first day I slipped into Jessica’s skin, and how much fun it was to play her role and be mean to Grace.

I’d been having so much fun ever since I got back in Jessica, all that time spent trying to resist my skinwalker side, trying to pretend to be just normal, human Alex again, seeming like a bad dream. Really, compared to the excitement of being Jessica, a hot bitchy girl who fucks who she pleases and manipulates and dominates everyone else, being Alex practically was a bad dream.

Wearing Jessica’s confidence made me feel so sure of myself, so much better about myself, and I only needed to look in the mirror to remind myself I had every reason to think I was special. Wearing her body and her attitude was such a confidence boost, it was almost unreal.

“Pah, oh wow… that tea was great today. It kinda had a flavor I didn’t recognize, or something… beh, but I do crave a little more, hehehe.”

True to her word, Grace had emptied her cup. She had a hazy, dreamy smile, as it seemed her whole body language had relaxed. I could see the telltale hints of my mind control putting her at ease, and making her putty in my hands.

“Mmmm, was it good, Gracie? I’m so happy you liked it.”

I purred out my little teasing comment, as Grace smiled back at me.

“Y-yeah, I really liked it.”

“Good, good. Now Grace, why don’t you tell my why you’re here so early in the morning? And why you look so shitty too? I’m not just being mean with that comment either, you genuinely look a lot rougher than you used to.”

“Oh, well…”

Even through the enjoyable haze of being under my spell, Grace’s mood seemed to darken, but she did answer.

“… I guess… I guess I haven’t been doing very well. I’ve ehm, I did something kinda bad, or cringe maybe, or…”

“Go on.”

“So, I was spending a lot of time with Alex, and he was my friend, and then I was having these feelings, like, I’d never really had before, and stuff. And I wanted to talk to him about them, but like, I dunno. I was going to, but then he ran off, and I didn’t know what was going on. I thought, you know, maybe there really was some kind of emergency, and I thought I could just talk to him later, or something, but then, like, I just never got to see him again, and it’s like, where is he??”

It was a little weird hearing Grace ramble like this. It was probably the most she’d said to another person in a long time, and it was extra strange as the mind control seemed to be affecting her speaking patterns, so it all was coming out in a lethargic jumble. Even with my curious wondering about how she was talking though, it was what she was saying that was the most compelling.

So, she was starting to develop feelings for me too… I’d been feeling the same. Which is exactly why I had to get away from her!

“What happened then?”

I asked, wanting to prod Grace along and hear more of the story. Everything I’d heard so far I’d more or less knew, but it’s what happened afterwards that was really a mystery for me.

“I thought I’d see him again, and that I’d get another chance, but he was just gone. I haven’t seen him since that day! He really must have had an emergency, cause otherwise how could he have just vanished without a trace.”

The crazy thing is, you’re talking to me right now, and it’s not like I haven’t been here… although it’s not like I could just say: ‘Sorry I haven’t been talking to you Grace! I’m actually a skinwalker, and I’ve been spending all my time wearing the girl who used to bully you like a suit! I’ve been living her slutty, bitchy life, and loving every minute of it! I’m even thinking of just wearing her all the time and stealing her very existence for my own selfish pleasure!’”

Grace, perhaps thankfully unable to hear my dark inner monologue, continued,

“So, I guess I just started feeling really miserable. I blame myself for what happened. It must have been my terrible personality, my weak, shy unconfident ways that made him not want to be here anymore! I know that sounds stupid, and even I know it probably is. Just… when I don’t know why he left, or where he went, my brain can’t help but think those kinds of things. I’ve always been such an over-thinker, and I know I’m naïve… so, yeah. It’s been horrible. I spend my time equal parts worried about him and hating myself for even being me. I can’t sleep, and my brain’s always going a million miles an hour. I just… I just wish I could be someone else for a while.”

It seemed my mind control had combined with her lack of sleep to leave her totally ****, the gates to her run-down mental state in such disrepair it wasn’t so hard to pry them open and get at everything that’s inside.

I felt a weird, churning mass of emotions, taking in the girl halfway between pathetic and sympathetic sitting in front of me. Guilt reared its head, knowing I was responsible making me feel shitty, and giving me the urge to reveal myself right now. I could do it, pull off Jessica’s face and come clean, risk it all and explain myself and my powers. Although, maybe even harder to explain than that would be what I’d been using them for; between my legs, Jessica’s pussy pulsed, a slight soreness from being fucked rough even just tonight. Difficult to justify to a girl that the guy she maybe likes absolutely loves getting fucked in the skin of the flat bitch.

Another problem that would make things difficult… it had been weeks and weeks since I’d ran out of that library, terrified of giving into my new-found monstrous nature. Back then, I’d been trying to be human, catching feelings for the cute shy girl I’d secretly gotten to be the knight in shining armor for. It was an adorable, wholesome kind of feeling, seemingly mutual between us. Even now, I was reminded of how good it had felt.

But did it feel better than how I was feeling now? For some, absolutely. But I couldn’t deny that as my story had continued during these weeks, I’d developed too. Spending weeks wrapped up tight in the intoxicating power and aggressively coquettish beauty of Jessica would change anyone. I’d been having unbelievable amounts of sex, and no man can indulge so completely in the pleasures of the female body without beginning to lust for it forever. There was a part of me that wanted to stay inside Jessica for good, use and **** her skin and identity to its fullest potential. Could I really go back to the comparatively pastoral existence of Alex after fully tasting the possibilities offered inside Jessica? It would be like falling in love with NYC only to give it all up to return to some hodunk village.

Maybe there was a way I could have the best of both worlds; keep Jessica and help Grace. It was clear she was suffering, and blamed herself. It was as though this situation had merely compounded her other issues, her lack of confidence, her low self-esteem. As my brain scrambled, various ideas came to me.