Fascinating, but complicated

I approached the small studio Aurora stayed at for the time being, not too far from the main church in the city. It was the bishop who contracted her, in fact, at first to deal with an incubus who was causing trouble. And when Aurora found out about me, she reported it to the bishop, who offered her another contract to get rid of me too. Aurora's family had ties with the church, hence why she often worked for them.

That's interesting... So the church knows about monsters but covers it up...

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, observing the room. It was fairly small, but Aurora didn't plan to stay here for long. There was a small bed, her guitar case which I learnt wasn't carrying a guitar but in fact various tools and weapons she might need to deal with monsters, a luggage where she stashed her clothes and her laptop, a small desk with the said laptop, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. It almost looked like a student dorm room.

Even if I was physically fine thanks to Aurora's high stamina, I was mentally exhausted, so I decided to quickly take a shower and go to sleep. I stepped inside the small bathroom and stripped, observing Aurora's body in more details now that I had a clearer mind.

I noticed a few scars scattered across her body, most notably a fairly big one on Aurora's left shoulder, from an injury she got during one of her early missions against a werewolf. She's always been pretty reckless, and she paid the price that time, she only survived thanks to her teammates saving her. She needed months of recovery before being able to get back onto the field.

She's a bit complexed about it, but I honestly find her hot nonetheless. The scars give her a badass look.

I quickly glanced at the arm I stabbed during our fight. It was completely healed, making me let out a sigh of relief.

At least, I didn't give her yet another scar...

I found myself getting aroused as I observed my naked figure. I couldn't help it, I loved every second that passed since I wore Aurora. I was overwhelmed with a sensation of euphoria, as if my skinwalker side was doubling down on its efforts to erode my **** about wearing women.

Being aroused as a woman is so different...

I washed my face, removing the slightly smudged makeup and revealing Aurora's natural beauty. Without any makeup, she leaned more towards the cute side, funnily enough.

She could probably pull off a more cutesy style pretty easily. It's crazy how much makeup can change a person's face...

After that, I started the shower, the hot water running along my pale skin feeling divine now that I didn't have to worry about the cold anymore. I washed myself meticulously, but tried to resist giving in to my lust, despite how wonderful it felt when I rubbed my nether regions. It sent small jolts of pleasure across my body whenever I did it...

Using all my willpower to avoid masturbating in the shower, I got out and dried my hair. I wore a pair of black sweatshirt and sweatpants as my pajamas, feeling more relaxed than I've ever been in a long while.

I think it's the best shower I ever had...

I walked back inside the main room and sat at the desk, opening Aurora's laptop and checking her mails to try to distract myself from any lingering horny thoughts before going to sleep. I also went to explore more of her memories. She was still in contact with some members of her former team, they sometimes spoke to each others. Aurora mainly left because she didn't like being ordered around. She was pretty rebellious.

From her memories, I learnt that her former team was composed of five people. Aurora, a Canadian man named Alexis, a Texan woman with a hot-temper called Rosa, a short yet muscular and imposing Maori man named Mahana, and the leader, a Wisconsinite man who was, funnily enough, called Edward.

She disliked Alexis due to him always trying to court her, and Edward for being far too much of a 'stick in the mud', as Aurora put it, but was on good terms with Rosa and Mahana, especially the latter. The two of them got along well, as Aurora quite liked his quiet and gentle nature he hid behind his intimidating appearance. They even slept together once after a night of partying and drinking. They haven't spoken often since Aurora left the team, though. Last she heard of him, he joined another, bigger organisation called Mortiferis de Informem.

There are multiple organisations hunting monsters, hmm...

As I checked the mails, I found one from a certain Yahana, awakening some warmth within me. A few months after going solo, Aurora partnered with Yahana, a Native-American woman she met during a mission. She reminded Aurora of Mahana personality-wise, as she was also very gentle. They had a fairly good relationship, hunting monsters together for a while, and it eventually led to them getting more intimate. They still worked together from time to time when their targets were too dangerous to be hunted alone. And when they wanted to spend some nice time together too...

Remembering the intimate things they did together really didn't help with my horniness... My vagina was slowly getting more and more wet... I could so clearly imagine how good Aurora felt back then...

Fuck, I wanted to cool down... but it had the opposite effect...

I took a deep breath and opened the mail. She was asking if the two of them could meet to take care of a contract Yahana would have a hard time completing by herself. It just so happened that the contract was in a town three hours away from here.

The original Aurora would have obviously accepted, eager to help her friend and exterminate more monsters, but I was a bit reticent. I didn't think I could get found out easily now that I was wearing Aurora, but there was still a small possibility of it happening, especially since Yahana was apparently fairly knowledgeable about skinwalkers. Not to mention that it'd involve killing another sentient being...

Refusing, though, might make me look suspicious, so I wasn't sure what to do...

I'll just think about it tomorrow... I'm too tired right now...

It was something I would probably need to discuss with Claire and Dahlia. I shut down the laptop and laid on the bed. It was pretty soft and smelled nice. It smelled like Aurora... Like me...

I glanced down, just to confirm that everything was real. I truly was wearing Aurora's skin... The wetness of my nether regions was proof of my womanhood. I rested my hand on my lower abdomen, just above it.

It feels good...

I bit my lip. I was so tempted to slid my hand lower...

Fuck it... She... tried to kill me...

I knew it was a flimsy justification, but I was far too horny and euphoric to resist more. I had to do it. I closed my eyes and pictured Yahana, the love Aurora felt for her helping me get even more in the mood. I hesitantly slipped my hand underneath my pants, gently caressing my vagina, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I tentatively inserted a finger inside, gasping at the sensation, my body tensing immediately.

Shit... I... I can't believe I'm really doing it...

The last remnants of reticence that I had crumbled after that. A single finger wasn't enough, so I inserted a second one, slowly moving them in and out of my now soaking wet vagina. I went into a rhythm, my lust building more and more with each thrust of my fingers. I was getting closer and closer to climax, and inserted a third finger, letting a loud and sensual moan as I felt my insides stretching to accommodate them. At the same time, I lowered my other hand, teasing my clit with a finger, the sensations becoming even more intense.

Soon after, I squealed, climaxing. For a moment, I couldn't process anything, panting as I was overwhelmed by the wonderfully pleasurable feeling, basking in the afterglow. It took a moment for my brain to start working properly again.

God... That's how... women feel? It's... so wonderful...

Despite what I did, I couldn't really feel ashamed. I knew that what I did was wrong, that I did something awful to Aurora, but... I wasn't able to care, the euphoria still vividly present to help me relax. All I could feel was bliss, and I peacefully fell asleep soon after.

That night, I had a nightmare, but one unlike the recurring nightmares I experienced due to my withdrawal symptoms. In this one, I was Aurora, fighting a seemingly endless swarm of various monsters alongside her teammates, my mind clouded by rage. I decapitated some, stabbed others, but it was never-ending. I slowly got more and more injured and tired, and my companions died one after the other, leaving me all alone. Until a massive grey werewolf loomed over me, landing the finishing blow.

I jolted awake in panic, panting heavily and trembling. It was clear that the severe injury Aurora suffered from in the past led to her having some sort of trauma regarding werewolves. She both despised and feared them.

Even strong people can be **** at times...

I slowly breathed in and out multiple times to try to relax. My body was so tense after this nightmare. When I looked at the phone, I saw that it was a bit past 5 AM.

I slept less than five hours, then...

I didn't think I'd be able to go back to sleep quickly, so I decided to get up and make myself some breakfast. Nothing too fancy since the fridge was almost empty: just some bacon, eggs, and a coffee.

After that, I grabbed some more casual clothes Aurora had, the kind she wore when she wasn't hunting and didn't need more protection. A pair of fishnet stockings, black denim shorts, another band shirt, black fingerless lace gloves, and the Docs I saw her wearing the second time we met.

I went to the bathroom to apply the makeup but stopped to observe my body again.

I look so hot in those...

I was starting to get aroused again, but I shook my head and focused on the makeup. It was surreal to be able to so easily follow this complicated routine that Aurora took a long time to master. Goth makeup wasn't easy by any mean, and I would certainly not have been able to do even a halfway decent job at it by myself, but, with Aurora's skills, it was a breeze.

It's crazy how easily I can use someone's skills as if they were my own with these abilities...

Satisfied with my look, I then went back to the main room, browsing the notebook I saw Aurora carry the two times she visited the bar. It was where she wrote informations about her contracts and her targets. The incubus she killed before tracking me apparently visited the bar a few times to find some easy preys, that's why she went there.

I remember that guy, he seemed shady...

In her book were also notes about me. My name, my physical traits, my 'race' with an interrogation mark next to it, the main places I visited, and so on. She was pretty rigorous about it, she stalked me for some time before striking.

It's scary to think that she's been following me like this...

I closed the notebook and sighed. It was too early to visit Dahlia or Claire, but I decided to take a stroll outside to clear my mind.

Outside, I lit up a cigarette and took a puff. Aurora didn't smoke often, she mainly did so when she was anxious and before a fight. It had a relaxing effect on my body despite the horrible taste.

I felt the morning breeze caress my legs through the gaps in the fishnets. It wasn't a bad sensation, even if I felt somewhat exposed. I obviously never wore something like this before today.

As I was walking, I received a phone call on Aurora's phone. It was her mother.

"Morning, Mom." I said, trying to play Aurora's role properly.

"Did you accomplish your task?" Her mother simply asked, not bothering to greet me back.

"Yes, it... went well." I hesitantly answered. "He... gave me some trouble, but I dealt with him."

"Good work. Keep making me and your father proud."

I felt some awkwardness building up and decided to shorten the conversation.

"I will. I need to report it to the bishop. We'll talk more later, Mom." I said, hanging up.

Ever since her father's ****, Aurora's mother became colder, even more obsessed with exterminating every living monster, bordering on fanaticism. She rarely showed any displays of affection for her daughter anymore. Aurora wished for her mother to get back to her previous self, more caring and loving, especially considering that she became even more of a religious zealot with time. She clearly wouldn't approve of Aurora's bisexuality.

That's what she meant by a complicated familial situation, huh...

Although, despite that, I still felt a pang of guilt forming inside me. The poor woman already lost her husband, and now someone was wearing her daughter's skin... If she knew, she'd probably have a complete breakdown.

Aurora isn't a bad person, even if she tried to kill me... Can I really keep wearing her like this...?

I sighed and went on my way to the small park not far from where my flat was, feeling more depressed now that the euphoria from last night dried down. I finished my cigarette and texted Dahlia. I needed to talk to someone, so I took my chance, even if it was very early.

"Hey, are you awake?" I asked.

I waited a few minutes before receiving a reply. "Just got up. Is there something wrong?"

"Feeling conflicted. Mind if we meet again?"

This time, the reply was almost instantaneous. "Tell me where, I'll join you soon."

I gave her my location and waited more, lighting up a second cigarette in the meantime and observing the few people crossing the park so early in the morning. Most were seniors, and a lot were looking at me as if I was a weirdo. It was something I was already somewhat used to as my original self whenever I wore a more punkish style, but it happened far more frequently for Aurora. I was too self-conscious about myself currently, though, so it did make me uncomfortable.

It's strange to feel people's gazes on me like this...

Dahlia finally arrived a moment later, looking somewhat tired and yawning. I probably woke her up with my text, but she still rushed to my side when I asked.

She waved at me. "Good morning, Aurora. You look beautiful today too~"

I couldn't help but blush as she sat on the bench. "T-thanks for coming..."

She gave me a warm smile. "I'll always be there if my dear friend is in trouble. So, tell me, what's wrong?"

I took a puff of the cigarette and sighed. "I just... don't really know what to do... Aurora seems to be a nice girl. Is stealing her life really the right thing to do?"

Dahlia held my hand. "For our kind, there's no real 'right thing to do'. No matter how you look at it, our powers are inherently evil. But we can do our best to do good with what we have. I told you last night, I firmly believe that embracing Aurora's life is the best and safest way for you to reach your goal and make the world better."

"I suppose... Aurora is quite strong..."

Dahlia grinned at me. "And very sexy too, hmm~?"

I blushed again. "Yes..."

"Ed, don't be ashamed, there's nothing wrong with enjoying being a hot girl."

"Claire told me the same thing last night to convince me to wear Aurora... But a part of me still thinks that it's wrong..."

She gave me a hug. "Give it time. Claire and I want you to be safe, and I don't think there's any place safer from hunters than inside a hunter's skin."

I stayed silent for a moment but glanced at Dahlia. Like last night, I didn't feel anything wrong with her, making me wonder what could be the cause.

Is it because she has a soul inside her?

It was the only difference between Dahlia and me when I was at the bar. I wasn't wearing a skin and didn't have any soul within me.

"What's wrong?" She asked, noticing my gaze lingering on her.

"Aurora has a... strange ability. I was just wondering how it worked."

Dahlia tilted her head. "A strange ability?"

"She can... sense people's auras. It's pretty weird. That's how she detected my true nature at the bar."

"Really?"

"But when I look at you, I'm not sensing anything strange. I think it's because you have the original Dahlia's soul inside you."

"That's interesting..." Dahlia simply commented, getting lost in thought.

"That's just a theory, though."

"It makes sense. If she can sense someone's spiritual energy, then it's normal for her to be able to easily track down most non-humans. And why skinwalkers can hide from her. We don't have a soul, but if we're wearing someone's skin and have their soul inside us, we should be indistinguishable from the real person even on a spiritual level. I have no idea how it'd work with a skinwalker having multiple souls, though."

"We can maybe test it out later. Anyway, there's something else I wanted to talk about, but I want to speak with Claire too."

Dahlia smiled. "Alright. I brought a tube of the balm with me, I can give it to her at the same time."

"Thanks." I said, grateful for her help. "Claire will probably wake up soon, we can grab a coffee nearby and wait."

We did just that, stopping at a cafe a few blocks away from my flat. I still wasn't sure what to do, both regarding Aurora and Yahana's request. But I hoped that talking to Claire would help me decide.