The morning after... and decisions, decisions

Consciousness came to me slowly, like I was drifting through clouds, gentle and happy. Waking up like this, feeling so peaceful and satisfied, was a world away from the nightmares and cold of trying to resist my skinwalker side, or the dissatisfied, slightly uncomfortable feeling I’d so often had even before then.

I opened my eyes, seeing the little rays of errant sunshine sneak through the closed blinds, before leaning up in the bed.

Now that’s a view…

To my left was Rachel, her goth girl makeup messy after a night of ecstasy, while on my right was Liz, her Ganyu cosplay so desecrated even as she wore Gareth from the waist down. Rachel and I had ridden her late into the night, blowing her mind with male pleasure she was too lost in to really question. I’d mumbled something about the “dildo” being two sided to explain the intense feelings she'd been filled with, although if she’d cared enough to scrutinize even slightly that explanation would have fallen apart.

The view stretching out below my neck was just as perfect too. Heather’s indulgent breasts sat perfect on my chest, the weight of them with gravity giving such an enjoyable tactile reminder of the skin I was in. My tight waist flared out to wide hips, followed my shapely legs and dainty feet. My vision was framed with pink hair, while even now I could feel a satisfied, used feeling from the still wet pussy between my legs.

Yesterday was incredible…

Wearing that outrageous cosplay, getting to be an internet famous celebrity interacting with her fans, all the lewd stuff Rachel and I had done throughout the day… and then finishing with a threesome with another gorgeous cosplay girl to top everything off. My life is amazing right now…

I bit my lip, teeth sinking into the plump, soft surface, just another little reminder of the body that was feeling all too natural for me even as it felt a million times better than my own.

Heather…

What am I going to do now…?

My life had been such a whirlwind for these last couple of days, it was difficult to remember it wasn’t that long ago I’d been agonizing over my condition. My heart sank a little at the memory of Jimmy’s conflicted face, thankfully promising not to reveal my situation to others even as the knowledge of it chilled him to the core.

That’s only natural though… who wouldn’t react like that if they found out their friend had become a skin wearing monster?

If Jimmy couldn’t accept me, then what hope was there for the rest of my friends and family? If your best friend forsakes you, it doesn’t exactly bode well for everyone else.

Maybe I should leave? Just get far away from all of this.

Things might make more sense far away from all of this. Far from the troubles and reminders of my old life. I thought of all the pleasure these powers had given me, and more than that of the perfect potential they had to hide away. Another country, far away, wearing another face… the troubles of “Alex” would be nothing more than a bad dream.

The solution was sleeping right beside me.

Liz…

I looked at her pretty face, her Ganyu wig a little off her head after such a crazy night, exposing her natural black hair. She was every inch the Chinese beauty, with more than a dash of the unique spirit of Hong Kong. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel talking with her voice, walking the streets of her home city in her skin.

It would be easy to get inside her and fly back to “visit my family”. Maybe some time inside her on the other side of the world would be exactly what I needed?

Glancing the other direction though, a different idea came to me. Her goth make-up being messy only made her hotter, each smudge being a slutty little reminder of what we’d done together the night before.

Rachel…

She’s the one who really accepted me, spines and all. She even offered me her own skin, and the skin of her best friend! Maybe she’s just crazy, or has a twisted fetish, but I think she really likes me…

Even a few days ago, the idea of having a freaky goth girlfriend would have seemed like something from a wild fantasy. But now she lay right in front of me, and even had all the same fetishes I did.

Maybe I didn’t have to leave. With Rachel by my side, I had all the support I needed. And she’d even offered me her skin for those times when my urges got to be too much… or even just for fun.

Or even…

A greedy, corrupt thought came to me, one that made me shiver. Rachel loved that I was skinwalker, her fetish making me less her knight in shining armor and more her twisted dream in the skin of a bad bitch. In the toilets of that rave, messing around in her memory editor… it seemed I’d unlocked something.

Some kind of evolution, some kind of ability. A way to affect deeper memories.

I looked at Liz, so peaceful and perfect, and then down at the stunning body the stretched in front of me, seeing from Heather’s POV never failing to give me a strange shiver of euphoria.

Could I… give these other girls the same cravings and dreams as Rachel? It would be quite villainous, of course, but… aren’t I a skinwalking monster now? And wouldn’t I just be giving them new deep pleasures, that they’d never experience otherwise?

The idea was so tantalizing, I could almost feel a tingle on the tip of my tongue as energy seemed to pool in the joint of my fingers. It was like the spines were hungry. Either way, they knew