Jimmy

Underneath the face of the defiled shy girl, glistening with the remains of her inner fluids and flushed from the exciting experiences had within, was the face of my best friend. Jimmy blinked his eyes, looking around, as my own widened ones took in the incongruous sight in front of me.

It was surreal seeing him here like this. Jimmy’s face was one I was well acquainted with, going on nights out together, hanging out, playing games together. The comforting familiarity of a friend. The body below was a world away from his usual though. Indulgent breasts threatened the integrity of the red bikini top that struggled to contain them, while lower down a snatched waist complemented an explicitly feminine hourglass figure. Thick thighs and wide hips were taut against the snakeskin mini-skirt he wore, Grace’s once hidden lewd body on full display.

The crumpled, flaccid face of the girl he wore rested on his upper chest now, dyed blonde hair cascading down over a body that just screamed “slut”.

“J-Jimmy…?”

A complex crash of emotions splintered in my head looking at him. I’d been so ready to exact vengeance on whoever had taken Grace, a toxic mixture of guilt over what I’d done to her twisting together with an evil, possessive pride, a weird feeling of ownership over her skin.

“Huh?”

He mumbled out, looking around. He was confused, still under the influence of my mind control. I wondered if he was still drunk, if the **** **** a normal person took on while wearing a skinsuit went to the wearer or the skin. My hand shot out over his mouth, covering it while he mumbled into it, the vibration of his lips feeling weirdly arousing against it even as he covered my hand in saliva.

It was surreal seeing his face, so familiar to me as Alex, yet covered by “my” hand; one with slim, small fingers that were undeniably female, decked out with lengthy acrylic nails. I couldn’t let his male voice be heard here in the lady’s room; it was loud and chaotic, but getting caught here would still be a nightmare.

I need to get closer to question him quietly.

The thought was clear in my head. With my free hand, I pulled my tight skirt up my plump thighs, exposing my bikini bottom as I sat on top of Jimmy’s lap, straddling him.

Such an intimate position…

Neither of us were wearing much, so our soft bare skins rubbed together, my breasts smushing against Grace’s on his chest. There was a feeling of fabric rubbing together from our bikini tops, but more than that was the sensation of skin on skin, the fatty flesh of our boobs melting into each other. Despite myself, my nipples grew hard and heavy with arousal; while I felt Grace’s do the same, pressing into me.

I leaned in close to Jimmy’s ear to whisper to him, and I couldn’t help but notice how he smelt just a little different than Grace. It wasn’t bad, if anything it was still really attractive to me. It was just different. Experimentally, I leant in close to the shoulder that still was totally Grace’s. The top note of course, was the expensive perfume Jimmy had worn as her, obviously smelling very feminine. Underneath though, I could smell something else, something more primal. The base smell of Grace after dancing and drinking all night in the club.

I didn’t know if it was just being so close together, or if it was a deeper symptom of my newfound status as a skinwalker, but every smell just seemed stronger, every interaction so much more base and sensual. A part of me wondered if this smell was unique. Grace had probably never been to a nightclub as herself before. Maybe this was the first time “she’d” smelt quite like this.

I turned my nose up and smelt Jimmy’s exposed neck now, taking in the heavier, slightly more acidic scent. It was amazing how I could almost taste the extra testosterone now, something that had been nonexistent when he was all the way wrapped up in Grace’s flesh, and all woman. I shook my head, feeling my lengthy hair bounce a little along my exposed shoulders as I tried to focus, before leaning in close.

“So, Jimmy… why did you wear Grace? Tell me what happened, quietly. Whisper it to me.”

His eyes looked a little less clouded now, seeming closer to how they normally appeared, as I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Why did I… wear her? W-well…”

It was like he was struggling to find the words, although this was less because he was confused and more because it seemed like he was coming to his senses. Maybe it was a time thing, or maybe it was because he was partially out of Grace’s skinsuit, but it seemed like he was starting to become more conscious.

And more conscious means less under my control…

I can’t have that.

While his mouth was open, while he was lost in thought, I leaned in close and kissed him, pulling him tight against my body. His lips were a little coarser, and I could feel some very slight roughness from facial hair starting to grow on his face. His tongue was bigger than mine, but I still couldn’t help but enjoy this kiss too much. It was so different from kissing the silky soft and plush lips of “Grace”, and just like the smell, it provided a different kind of thrill.

It's so wild how comfortable I am kissing guys now… I’ve even had straight sex as a girl. Shouldn’t I be worried it’s gay or something…?

It was a thought I’d had periodically since all of this began. Logically, it wasn’t exactly normal to go from being a regular straight guy to being so unbelievably comfy inside a woman’s skin, playing her role. But for me it’d not just been easy, it’d been enjoyable in a way I’d never come close to feeling back when I was “normal”.

Maybe it’s just becoming a skinwalker. That makes sense. I mean, skinwalkers are meant to be able to blend in, so of course we can take on the preferences of our skins.

Internally, I was wearing Megan’s soul just like I was wearing her body, stealing her mannerisms, the inflections in her voice when she spoke, her knowledge of make-up, heels, exclusively female sensations. Memories of rough sex with random guys from nightclubs…

I’m getting so wet…

My bikini bottom was so obviously wet now, Megan’s stolen pussy between my legs getting excited at the thought of everything I was doing. Kissing Jimmy too, was a unique thrill different from kissing strangers. It was so exciting to be in some slut’s body as I made out with my best friend, so weird and forbidden. I knew it would be possible to just play Megan’s role, maybe even see about dating him as her, stealing her life and identity while he was none the wiser.

Even if he doesn’t want to, I can just mind control him to be my boyfriend too. With all the sex we could have, maybe he’d never have time to escape my control…

I tried to pull away from such devilish thoughts of domination, tried to focus on the moment. There was another layer of hot going on here too; the layer of shy girl skin Jimmy was wearing over his own. Just as much as I was kissing Jimmy, my body was also pressed tight against Grace, and the juxtaposition of his masculine head on such a stunningly sexy female body was too much fun.

I broke the kiss, seeing the same star-struck lack of lucidity in my best friend’s eyes as all the other poor fools I’d mind controlled.

“Mhmm, but just in case… open your mouth.”

I commanded it, the filter of Megan’s voice making me sound so flirty as I traced circles idly with a finger on the upside of one of Grace’s boobs. Jimmy obeyed, accidentally pulling an ahegao face that would look a lot hotter if he was still wearing the shy girl’s face. I gathered a large globule of saliva and spat in his mouth, seeing him graciously drink it down, before I leaned in and whispered:

“Goood boy~!”

Fuccckkk…

Being so deviant, so fem-dommy like this… it’s way, way too fun.

Jimmy was even more under my control now, our bodies pressed together on the toilet, While Hannah stood like a mind-controlled mannequin with us. I’d gotten “Grace” right where I’d wanted her, my hands all over the skin I’d lost and now reclaimed.

I’d fully expected ****, to take my cruel time with whatever scumbag had stolen her skin. But now, seeing my best friend wrapped up inside her, it more had me curious about him. Why had he done this? It was a little strange… but if anyone could relate to the thrill of getting into a woman’s skinsuit, it was me.

I guess I just have to decide…