Morning, as Rachel

“Bye! See you!”

I waved from the doorstep with a smile as Antonio got in his taxi. He had a certain look, of pride, gratitude, happiness, all three and more flitting across his features as he waved back at me before the taxi took him around the corner.

I closed the door, and leaned against it with a deep breath.

I can’t believe how good last night was, hooollyyy shit… taking **** at a rave, toilet sex with a beautiful e-celeb cosplayer, then a night with a hot latino guy….

I glanced down at the body below me, pale skin and perky breasts, seductive hips and slender legs, all wrapped up in Rachel’s black satin bathrobe.

All while I was every inch a gorgeous goth girl, looking half vampire, half ghost and all snack…

I hugged myself, hands finding purchase on my tight waist as I rocked on my heels. I tried to resist the urge to giggle and failed, feeling so girly doing it but way too good too. Walking up the stairs, my memories brought me back to all the anxiety, the fear and the self-loathing I’d felt coming here. Revealing my awful secret… who would have known it’d lead to Rachel?

Inside her room, I rushed over to her wardrobe, taking in the full length mirror along the door. Some of my make-up had smudged a little, and my hair was messy, but it just made me look even more sexy. Small indications of everything I’d done last night… my pussy clenched, an aching wetness emanating as I thought about it.

I bit my lip, taking in the face that stared back. It seemed Rachel’s canine teeth were a little longer than most peoples, but I had to admit it just made her even hotter. And those piercing, ice-blue eyes, the symmetry that gave her features a porcelain doll perfection.

Looking like this, and she just gave me this body…? It’s crazy…

A part of me, the greediest, most covetous side, the side most enhanced by my skinwalker aspect, craved to keep her face for my exclusive wear. Just make Rachel my new home, live life as this hot, slightly sinister, goth girl. There was a certain ironic humor to it, the skin of a girl who loved horror, who loved spooky aesthetics, really just being the vessel of a genuine, bona-fide monster. There was a poetry to it that made me laugh, in a dark way.

But then, she did give it willingly… even if being my skin, being worn, is all her fetish, it would be wrong to steal her life for good. I… I need to take her off.

A moment, a pause, as I looked at “myself” in the mirror. The girl who stared back looked uncertain, a dread in her eyes. She didn’t want to disappear. “I” didn’t want to disappear, at least the me who was Rachel. My expression steeled, and I pulled at the back of my neck. It hurt, and for a moment seemed like it wouldn’t open, until it did.

The breaking of sloppy, wet, all too organic sinews and the bitter rush of cold served as my real skin’s re-introduction to the world, before the cute face I wore crumpled and exposed my male one beneath.

“God. What a disappointment.”

The melodrama in my statement made me laugh, even if hearing the ugly scraping of my male voice was down-right wretched compared to how I’d sounded talking with Rachel’s. I only needed a moment to take in my comparatively bland features, the more rough hewn appearance compared to the delicate masterpiece I’d seen staring back as Rachel, before I turned away and hurried to get out of her.

My top half shivered, the miserable lack of weight as I lost her breasts on my chest, and the uncomfortable sensation of leaving the warm, wet hug of her interior. I gasped, panting, as my dick and balls seemed to fall with ferocious velocity, as I lost her internals, before I reached out and gave a stroke.

“Good to see you again, buddy…”

My smaller head seemed a little swollen from last night, and rock hard from all the stimulation my memories flashed back to fucking Heather last night. Thrusting up inside her, hearing her gasp and moan, seeing the black nail polish glint atop my fingers as I grasped her waist…

It was so much more fun futanari fucking her as “Rachel” than it ever would have been just as Alex.

Even sex with my dick is more fun as a girl, what the fuck!

I shook my head, using Rachel’s bed as leverage to shift my legs out of her fully, falling back into her sheets. My nose being filled with the scent of her and the reminder of everything I’d done here as her just a few short hours ago.

I really have to get out of here…

I hurried to pull myself up and grabbed Rachel’s skin, holding it in the light. Even deflated, with all the disturbing little details of being a skinsuit, she was gorgeous. The spines flew from my fingers as I felt her soul leave me, filling up the suit in my arms. Within minutes, she was whole.

I feel really pervy right now…

I turned my head to the side, embarrassed. I’d only really gotten close to this girl yesterday, and now we were both naked as I held her in my arms. I lay her down on her bed, tucking her in.

I suppose it’s stupid to get all self-conscious now. In a way, we’ve had sex together. Even if it was me having sex as her a few times… really, that’s a lot more intimate than any normal couple is ever going to get.

Still though, there was something about being naked as “Alex” that made this more embarrassing. When I was inside Rachel, I just felt so much more confident and flirty, like I could do anything, have anything, or anyone. Just as myself, boring old Alex, there wasn’t much to be confident about. I was way too average.

Rachel stirred a little.

Oh shit, I don’t wanna be naked when she comes to…

I rushed to remember where I’d stashed my clothes, hurrying into them, being all too grateful to be covered up. As I shuffled into my jeans, I watched the slightest levels of consciousness come back to Rachel. I’d given her the raw, unedited memories. It was her fetish, after all. My cock throbbed at the thought of her remembering how it’d felt to fuck her best friend in the toilets of that rave.

Maybe… maybe I went a little far…?

I knew Rachel was freaky, her past sex life having more than a few kinks while her inner fantasies far outstripped what had been possible until all too recently for her. But I’d really, really ridden her skin hard. Flashbacks to all those times with Antonio last night and into the morning showed that… and fucking raw too…

Watching her stir now, a fear began to grip my heart.

What if she feels violated? What if she thinks I went way too far?

I knew that no-one would ever believe her claims if she decided to tell them, but even then, I hardly wanted her to be accusing me of any of that. Icy fear and the static shock of anxiety zapped around my heart as I watched her, consciousness threatening to fully return to her body by the second.

Fuck… I have to get out of here!!

It was like I’d failed a fear saving throw as panic won out over courage before I dashed out of her room, near tumbling down the stairs. I’d put my number in her phone anyway, if she really wanted to get in touch with me she could, but for now I wasn’t nearly brave enough to stick around and discover just how she really felt.

Reaching the ground floor, I froze in the corridor as I heard a voice from the kitchen. Laughing to no-one in particular, though I knew it was likely just to his friends on a discord voice call with headphones in while he got breakfast, was Jimmy.

My eyes darted to the kitchen door, then to the corner that would lead to the front door. If I ran, I could maybe make it. But one wrong turn from Jimmy, one glance at the door, and he’d spot me. It wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.

Memories flitting back to my conversation with him last night, urging him to give Alex a chance as Rachel, I knew that all the manipulative benefit in my direction I’d won in that chat would be for absolute nothing if Jimmy worked out I’d skinsuited one of his flatmates last night.

Not only would I directly prove that I was untrustworthy and manipulative, if he knew I’d been Rachel I’d also look like a total pervert.

A guy who can be anyone of his flatmates immediately getting in the skin of the hot goth girl… even if I look like a two bit burglar, it’s better to head out of the bathroom window.

Pulling the Venetian blinds all the way up, I blasted open the window and began awkwardly shoving my body through.

Thank goodness I’m pretty skinny, otherwise this would be a total mess…

It still was as I didn’t quite stick the landing on the other side, my body near ragdolling on the concrete of the alleyway, before I scrambled up and pathetically scaled the fence.

“F-fuck…”

I hauled myself over and down onto the street outside, a part of me wondering if it was only for the strength that seemed to grow daily on account of my skinwalker side that had allowed me to make it to the other side. I shook such thoughts from my head as I jogged away, much stronger ideas coming to me to replace them.