Lisa's apartment

Wandering up the stairs to Lisa’s apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a weird, warped sense of Deja-vu.

It wasn’t so long ago I was coming up here for the first time, after an amazing date with my crush… back when I was still human.

I turned back and smiled at Grace, meeting her nervous eyes and trepidatiously excited expression. I squeezed her hand, flashing Lisa’s gorgeous smile as I lead her further. The feeling of Lisa’s long, dark hair flowing down my back and shoulders, the way her hips and ass felt, the muscles in my thighs carrying me up each step, the motion in my breasts from the movement. Each subtle, tactile reminder that now I was Lisa, leading Grace to “my” apartment.

And deeper than that still, now I was the skinwalker leading a human up there, hoping they would join me and wear a skinsuit. I couldn’t help but shiver as I considered the parallels.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?”

“A-ah, yeah Grace. I’m good.”

“You just had a really spaced out look there.”

I shook my head, just being reminded more of Lisa’s hair from the way it moved with the motion.

“Mhmm, I was just wondering how much fun we’re going to have tonight, that’s all~”

I have to keep it together. I’m not like that skinwalker from before. I used my powers to help Grace and save her from bullying.

We reached the door, I took out Lisa’s keys, and slid them in the lock just as she would have. Walking inside the apartment, it really did seem much the same as the last time I’d been here. There was the same colorful rug in the sitting room, the same chairs, couch and bean bag around the TV.

The fridge had the same magnets, travel souvenirs from Barcelona and Costa Rica. The same pin board with affirmations and notes left up from the people who lived here. I lead Grace deeper, into Lisa’s room. It was a lot tidier than I remembered, but that made a lot of sense. All those strewn clothes on the floor from my original visit must have been from the skinwalker, enjoying trying on Lisa’s wardrobe while wearing her skin.

Being back here made my heart feel this weird, intense sensation. That night almost seemed like a dream, distant and permanently colored in my memory by the whirlwind of emotions I experienced. Something so otherworldly and unexpected, you almost doubted if it had been real at all.

But it had been real. All of it, from the way I’d thought I was the luckiest guy in the world, Lisa laughing even at my awkward jokes and my not quite there attempts at being smooth. To the total 180 that came later, the horror and fear as I sank into a heap of her clothes paralyzed, while a monster teased me as it emerged from the beautiful shell of her fleshsuit.

Being back in the room where I’d lost my humanity brought all those feelings crashing back. But as much as I was assaulted by twisted nostalgia, there was another layer to the feelings. I had changed since that night, but it hadn’t all been bad. I’d developed new confidence, experienced things I’d partially dreamt of but never expected to be real. There was even some unusual, creeping satisfaction there, something I couldn’t quite be sure if it came from me or my skinwalker side. A feeling that rather than simply losing my humanity, I’d gained something so much more.

And all of that would come together tonight. I’d always loved Halloween. It was my favorite holiday of the year, from the crunchy leaves underfoot to the refreshing chill in the air, the happy little pumpkins peering out from porches and the spooky decorations. Most of all, getting to be whatever or whoever you wanted, having fun and getting messy.

Knowing I’d be doing this Halloween in my most stylish costume yet was getting me wet, as my spirit soared. I spun on my heel as I faced Grace, a scheming grin corrupting the normally wholesome face of Lisa.

“When I saw such a cutie out on the street, I never would have guessed I’d have her back in my room like this… I’m such a lucky girl.”

I stepped forward, swaying my hips as I reached out. One hand began head-patting Grace, and she almost purred like a cat at the attention. The other stroked her cheek, tilting her head upwards so she was looking at me. Even inside Lisa, who was shorter than me, Grace’s eyes were still notably below my own.

“A-Alex…”

“Shh. He’s not here right now, I’m Lisa, okay?”

Grace’s blush just intensified.

“Ah…! Okay.”

“Good girl.”

She practically moaned, before I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so soft, the warm, slightly slippery feeling of our glosses sliding together. A hot tingle of dopamine raced through my body at the feeling. I pressed my body to hers, the soft feeling of our breasts compressing together. How had I gone so much of my life without feeling that? It was way too addictive.

Her tongue was surprised at first, stunned, even as my own entered her mouth. She regained control after a few moments, it’s surface meeting mine as we traded saliva. I could feel a sticky, hot pulse between my legs; I was getting so turned on. Grace was moaning into my mouth, her shy little sounds dialing my lust even higher. I moaned too, my sounds filtered through Lisa’s angelic voice sounding so sultry and indulgent.

I squeezed Grace against me tighter as I broke the kiss, both of us panting like we’d been running, the stimulation just from kissing being too much.

“Oh my God, L-Lisa…”

I giggled at Grace’s starstruck praise, serotonin rocking through my heart. No-one knew better than me how pretty Lisa was, anyone would want to be with her. The Lisa who was holding Grace now though, had a totally different edge versus the normal girl. So much more teasing and possessive, exploiting intimacy to drive forward even further heights of passion.

Basically, I’m just a really hot slut in this skin…

Even mentally, using such a degrading yet explicitly feminine term to refer to myself made me aroused, before I pushed some of those feelings onto Grace.

“Gracie~ Mhmm, do you think I’m pretty?”

Her pupils were dilated, her gaze too close to see me fully focused, but anyone could see how beautiful “I” was right now.

“Y-yes… of course. Oh my God, I mean, you’re stunning…”

She sounded so quiet, but even her natural nerves couldn’t stop her from stuttering out praise at how I looked. I couldn’t help but let an affected blush take my cheeks, and seeing such a cute and **** side to “Lisa” just heightened Grace’s blush too.

“I’m really glad you think so… you know, how would you like to experience being me?”

My fingertips traced gentle circles along Grace’s back, my hot breath ruffling the hair that dipped past her ears. I squeezed her again, my breasts compressing tighter against hers. Even through the clothes, it was too obvious how hard both our nipples were right now.

“Oh gosh, oh wow, I mean, I’d love it, you’re so pretty, and cool, and confident…”

“You’ll make me blush! But… I really appreciate it. You’re a really cool girl too, Grace. Maybe a little time inside my skin will make you see that, and feel more confident?”

I leaned in once again, and gave her a less explicit, more affection focused kiss, before pulling back from her. My hands crossed in front of me, finding the hem of my university hoodie, before taking it off in the way girls always do. Grace watched with bated breath, while I threw Lisa’s top layers on the floor, before clipping off her bra with years of looted experience.

My breasts were so much heavier without the support, but it was just a more explicit, tactile reminder of the skin I was in. Feeling their weight like this, and just being able to look down and see them hang from Lisa’s POV, it was amazing. I glanced up and just giggled as I noticed Grace’s dazed expression, just staring at my chest. I bounced my breasts a little for her entertainment, seeing her look away all embarrassed.

“Like what you see? Ehehe, you’re sooo cute, Grace. I can tell how attracted you are to me right now.”

Grace really is so bi-sexual… I wonder if she could have been happy with a partner of only one gender? Good thing she doesn’t have to choose with me~”

I turned so my back was to my shy, blushing girlfriend, as I bent down at the waist and undid the laces of my converse. It was so trippy looking down and seeing my feet fit comfortably into shoes so much smaller than my normal size. These powers never failed in their ability to astound me.

I wiggled my ass a little, fingers finding purchase at the waistband of my leggings and panties, pulling them down and giving Grace a full show of my spectacular behind. I could feel her stares, her own hands covering her mouth. She was always terrible at having any kind of poker face, and her feelings were way too clear as she ogled me shamelessly.

I shimmied my ankles out of the clothes pooled by my feet, stepping onto the carpeted floor, flexing my toes. I traced my fingertips up my curves, feeling the slightest of chills now I was all naked. I was trying to act cool, play the part of the confident woman who knows she’s sexy. Wearing Lisa, it was so obvious I was the best girl for the job. But inside the slick, tight warmth of her skinsuit I was still the hapless guy who’d been crushing on her. Something about adorning my bland male skin with the body of a Goddess and taking every shred of beauty that was hers for my own amusement made me so giddy, but so horny too.

And now, I was going to be able to give my girlfriend the ultimate gift for Halloween.

“So baby… I’m all yours. Now you just have to get inside.”

I reached to the back of my neck and pulled.