Interrogate him

All sorts of conflicted ideas clashed in my brain as I looked over my best friend’s head on my shy, busty flatmate's body. Pettily punishing the perpetrator over my weird jealous desire to exclusively wear Grace just felt different when it was my friend instead of some stranger.

Even punishing him over what he’d done inside of her skin, acting so out of character, would have been hypocritical of me. After all, hadn’t I been the one to use the body of Jessica, a homophobic girl, as my own personal plaything while I made out with the girl she hated?

I need to know more… I should question him.

Yes, that really was the best option. After all, no proper, formal sentencing can be passed without a trial. I leaned in close to him, my glossy lips to close to his ear.

“Sooo… now that you’re feeling a little more comfortable, let’s try that again. I’m going to let you talk and explain yourself a little. It’s not everyday someone finds themselves in this situation, after all. Just be sure to whisper into my ear! It would really be totes awkward if we were caught in this situation.”

Using a little bit of Megan’s speech pattern there was too fun, even if I was interrogating Jimmy. For a brief moment, I imagined how she’d look as a sexy police woman, using handcuffs and interrogating some random guy. A tight skirt and heels, a formal shirt and police jacket with some buttons undone, a cute little hat. Fully functional handcuffs, of course. Not just some cheap prop.

I shivered a little thinking about it. The image was just too delicious. Maybe I’d slither inside Megan’s skinsuit for Halloween and make that fantasy a reality…

“Yes, of course…”

Jimmy’s voice was so deep in my ear, a world away from the softer, shy tones he’d stolen inside Grace. Even made up like a slut, her skin still retained hints of its original shy girl character. Hearing him so close though got me a little wet.

Gosh, Megan gets horny so easily… no wonder she’s always going to clubs, she really does need a steady supply of sex to keep this body satisfied.

“Oh, annnddd, one more thing. Call me ‘Mistress’, okay?”

My voice sounded so teasing as I said it, and I could see Jimmy gulp hearing me.

“Ah, uh, yes, of course Mistress.”

A weird little tingle of dopamine was released hearing him call me that. Being referred to like that, such a dominant role while still being so totally feminine. It was intoxicating. I tried to concentrate on asking some questions, before lewd ideas took me totally away from the reason I’d come here in the first place.

“So… this suit. Where did you find it?”

I traced my fingers along Grace’s shoulders, feeling Jimmy shiver under my subtle touches.

“It was… it was just in a room. At a house party.”

“Oh? Describe the scene.”

“Okay, so, ehm. I walked into the room. It was the wrong room, I didn’t mean to go there, but you know. I’d been drinking, and in student accommodation the corridors all look the same, so…”

“Go on.”

“… so I walked in and found myself in the wrong room. It was really nice though. Cute, simple décor. I was going to leave, but then I saw it.”

I leaned back, raising an eyebrow. Our position on the toilet, with me straddling Jimmy, meant our faces were so close together. He kept talking.

“It was, well. It looked so weird. Like, a deflated girl, a totally flat woman. She was partially covered up by the sheets, and there were panties on her face. It was so bizarre, so lewd. But it was so unique too. I… I hadn’t seen anything like that before. Well, not in real life or anything.”

I stared into his eyes, but he continued before either of us could dwell too much on his last sentence.

“So, I walked over, and pulled up the covers. It… she was totally naked. Gosh, I thought. She’s really hot. Even deflated like that, it was so clear she had an amazing body. Her boobs would have been so big, and her waist, oh my God. So narrow, compared to those wide hips. Her face was so pretty too, long dark hair looking so silky. She was like, a really hot Asian girl, just deflated.

I kinda wondered if she was some sort of blowup doll, maybe some guy with a kink for Asian girls had ordered her off some super expensive website from China or Japan or something. But, it was like… she was just too perfect for that. Too, like, natural. When I felt her skin, it was like, you know, actual skin. Not like silicone or something. It was just so weird. But, like… it was really hot too.”

He was blushing, and looking off to the side. I figured if he’d had a penis right now, he would have a boner just thinking about it. As it was, I was sure Grace’s stolen pussy between his legs was soaked. I couldn’t help myself, Megan’s lips curling into a satisfied, taunting little smile. I’d wanted to judge Jimmy for this, but everything he was saying was so far after my own heart.

Who knew he was such a deviant? Maybe this is a secret little extra reason why we became such close friends. Birds of a feather, right?

“So, you found a deflated girl you were super attracted to, and you just decided to…”

My hands wandered around to the front of his chest, cupping Grace’s indulgent breasts and giving them a squeeze.

“… put her on? Slip inside and wear her?”

Jimmy’s blush was crimson now as he furiously looked away. He was kinda cute when he was this embarrassed, especially struggling not to moan as I played with Grace’s boobs. For someone born a man, getting to experience this feminine pleasure really would be too much.

“Y-yeah. I mean. It’s weird, I know, but… I was looking at her, all deflated like that. And I just thought, why not try to wear her? It was a stupid idea, I know. At the time, anyway. I just tried stretching her lips, just to see, and they, well. They stretched really far. Like, too far for just regular skin. But far enough for someone to get inside. She was a lot shorter than me, so like, I figured it probably wouldn’t work.”

“What wouldn’t work?”

“You know…”

He was so embarrassed as he continued, his voice lowering down into an even more ghostly whisper.

“… like, wearing her. I guess I kinda thought, maybe if I put her on, I could look like that. It was silly and stupid, I know, but if her lips could stretch that much, maybe the rest of her body could too? And the room was totally empty, everyone was distracted at the party. So I figured I could try it out, try wearing her, check myself out in the mirror. And then take her off and go back. It’s not like anyone would miss me if I was only away for a little while, after all.”

“So… how was it? Putting her on, I mean.”

His eyes met mine, with a real spark behind them, an awe I was familiar with.

“It was incredible… I thought I’d look stupid, or something, just a guy in this weird suit. But it wasn’t like that at all. Putting my foot in hers, lining it all up… at first it was too tight, I mean, her shoe size is so much smaller than mine. But then, all of a sudden-”

“It was like your feet fit. Right?”

“Yes! Yes, exactly!”

His enthusiasm made him a little louder there, and one of my long nailed fingers pressed to his lips.

“Shhhh, baby. Remember where we are, okay?”

His blush was back in full ****, while my smile grew suggestive. I really couldn’t help getting flirty like this, getting to be that hot, slutty girl teasing some guy in the nightclub toilets was way too powerful a high for me.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. So, anyway. I kept wearing her, and kept feeling that powerful sensation, like the more I put on, the more I became her. I didn’t want it to stop. I just, it felt so good. I really had to know. And then… and then I just was her. Like, I’d fully put on this suit, whatever it was, and suddenly I was this girl.”

He was practically breathless with excitement as he kept describing it, but he kept going nonetheless. His whispers were almost frantic with emotion.

“I was short, like way shorter than I should have been. My feet and hands and shoulders and everything was just smaller. Well, ehm. Not everything…”

He looked down at the busty body below his gaze, the tits threatening to spill out of their bikini top. He had a nervous smile, tinged with euphoria. His expression captured a feeling I knew all too well.

“But, yeah. I was her now. This girl. I… I guess I got kinda carried away. I touched myself, touched all over this body. I came… I came as her. As a girl. It was so incredible, like so unbelievably different from being a guy. She… I was so sensitive. I passed out after, and woke up a few hours later. The party had died down, and no one was really around anymore.

I dug through the wardrobe, tried on her clothes. I couldn’t believe they fit me. I found her ID. ‘Grace Miura’. Her name was really pretty. I guess, standing there, in her body, looking at myself in the mirror. I just felt like I was totally her. A part of me thought I’d tripped and hit my head at the party, and this was all a dream.

I mean, it’s impossible, really. How does a guy, like, fully a man, go from that to being some short, busty girl. I was Asian now too! I’d been white my whole life, and now I’m an Asian girl. I guess, I kinda thought… why not have fun with it?”

“Mhmm, so that’s why you did, all this…?”

I gestured down at the changes he’d done to Grace’s body.

He looked all shy, before responding.

“Y-yeah. Well, I guess I kinda got carried away… It was so fun to just think I was her. Getting my hair done, the nails, the outfits, the make-up… what guy hasn’t been curious what it’s like to be a girl for a day? I didn’t know if I was going to wake up or what, so I just decided to do all of it. And then finish things up with a nightclub trip, see what it’s like for girls. And maybe, you know… try other things only girls can feel…”

He was blushing so much now, but it was much more from a guilty, embarrassed pleasure than it was from any shame. It seemed so clear to me that Jimmy had totally lost himself in this, and wanted to experience every pleasure of being a woman. It was even clearer just how much he was loving every moment, too.

Sitting on his lap after teasing him all night, it wasn’t like I didn’t understand. After getting these powers, even if I’d resisted becoming Lisa, it wasn’t long before I was acting like a party loving slut inside Jessica’s skin. And how much of a natural I’d been inside Megan too…

“Hmpf, okay… I just have one more question for you then. Why were you at that party in the first place?”

Jimmy seemed to think for a moment, but the pause was only brief. Even after losing himself in the role of this new party girl Grace he’d created, it seemed he hadn’t lost touch with every part of his original life.

“I was there hoping to see Alex.”

“Oh? Who’s Alex?”

“He’s… he’s my best friend. He’d been on a date with his crush and had just disappeared after. I figured something bad must have happened, and I was worried about him. The party was at his apartment, I figured I’d be able to find him and drag him out, have a good time! Take his mind off everything.”

“But you just got distracted by… this?”

I gestured at Grace’s body below his neck.

“I mean, yeah… it’s so amazing, and weird. But, well. I didn’t forget about Alex. I figured, you know…”

Now he seemed really embarrassed, as he kept gazing in other directions.

“After I felt, you know… kinda how it felt for girls. Even just masturbating as one. I figured… the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

I raised my eyebrow again, urging him to continue.

“Oh~?”

“And, well… maybe if Alex was down in the dumps over his crush, well… maybe ‘Grace’ could cheer him up?”

My heart seemed to swell with naughty affection as Jimmy finished what he was saying, fidgeting and refusing to meet my eyes. Even if he had no idea who I was, no clue who was underneath Megan's pretty face, he’d still come out and revealed something so embarrassing, so caring, so… unbelievably hot.

After all, only a real friend would become a girl to cheer you up. Offering you everything as a woman, and even not telling you as he plays her role to make it seem even more serendipitous. Wow… Jimmy really is a guy after my own heart.

Hearing that had made me absolutely drenched. I bit my lip, tasting the gloss I was wearing as I considered what to do next. This interrogation had been so much more entertaining than I ever could have imagined when I’d first brought this imposter Grace here to the toilet stall.

If this was a trial, I had more than enough evidence now to deliver a verdict. I had to wonder,