My first evening as Vicky

After wrapping up some more deliveries, I rolled up Vicky's driveway and up to a detached garage. Rolling up the door I saw a second bike with a tarp over it, along with a myriad of tools, a work bench, and plenty of oil and grease stains on the concrete floor.

I rolled Vicky's daily commuter bike into the garage, and shut & locked the door. From there I entered the house from the side door that lead to the kitchen.

A tall fridge in the corner, a decent stove, and wooden cabinets filled the area with a small table in the center of the room. Moving to the den, I saw a smaller fridge that my new memories told me was Vicky's beer fridge. Popping it open, I pulled out a cold can of malt liquor before plopping down on the big cushy couch in the center of the room. I pulled my boots off and kicked up my feet, popped open the can, and took a generous swig.

"Ahh, that's the good stuff."

Lying on her table where I'd kicked my feet up were some packs of wood-tipped, wine cigarillos. I could feel Vicky's cravings getting the better of me, and I grabbed one and lit it with a cheap yellow lighter that she'd had on the table. Taking a long satisfied drag before exhaling the aromatic smoke, I relaxed, satisfied on the couch.

I flipped on her TV with the remote and set about watching my usual sports documentaries. Not something Vicky was really into. Her preferences were mechanics shows, reality TV, and game shows. Not that I was jumping to watch those. My own preferences were still here, and I could enjoy what I liked. But it was fun indulging in her vices. Drinking, smoking... not something you'd do if you were health conscious.

Setting my cigarillo in the ashtray, I got up for another malt liquor. Pulling the cold can from the fridge, I realized I hadn't taken off Vicky's leather attire. I placed the can on the table, and took off my jacket, gloves, and pants, feeling much cooler as my new skin was allowed to breath. Now in a shirt and panties, I plopped back down to continue my smoking and drinking.

Looking around the room, I saw framed tour posters from the 70s and 80s for bands like Priest, Maiden, Zeppelin, and Sabbath. My new memories enlightening me that they came with the house, one of the various gifts from her grandfather before he passed. Another being the bike that was covered in the garage.

"She certainly got a lot of cool stuff from her grandparents. I bet I would've gotten along well with her grandad."

As for her grandma, she got some jewelry. Not something Vicky would often wear, but she had planned to wear them if she ever had to dress to impress. Other things she'd gotten included a sewing machine, and several rolodexes of recipes. Some I might try my hand at if I stuck around.

It sure is surreal that I'm in this girl's house. In her skin. Living her life. Drinking her beer. Smoking her tobacco. I... I just can't believe this is how my day has gone after yesterday.

"Byuuurp"

I let out a satisfied belch after polishing off a sixth can. An empty plate that had held reheated pizza rested beside me, and my cigarillo was now finished off as well. I hopped off the couch and hobbled into Vicky's bedroom. There I saw a messy bed, a dresser, and an open closet with a mirror hanging from the inside of the door.

Approaching the mirror, I was enraptured by the girl that stared back. I licked my lips and played with *my* boobs, my reflection following suit as I felt myself getting aroused.

"Fuuuuuuck I'm hot."

There was no denying, drinking and smoking aside, Vicky had mostly taken care of herself. Beautiful with just a little bit of fat in all the right places to accentuate the curves of the body I was wearing. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the picturesque beauty in the mirror.

Was I drunk? Doubtful, but I was just a bit tipsy, and that could be part of what was having me so enraptured by Vicky. I already thought she was attractive, but the **** was certainly making her a Venus in the eyes I now had.

Licking my lips again, I took off my shirt and then began taking off my underwear. And there, in all my glory, was the body I inhabited. I loved every bit of what I was seeing, and my heartbeat was getting faster as my eyes darted about my reflection.

"I bet she'd look hot in some lingerie... but it seems she doesn't have any. Not really her thing... but I may have to be the one to try that out..."

I slid my hands along my thighs, caressing my butt, and then moving them up to my chest, feeling up my body and loving it.

I could feel a warm drivel slowly slithering down my thigh as I drank my image all in. Biting my lip, I started to tweak my nipple, moaning sensually as I watched the gorgeous woman in the mirror copy my movements. My other hand slowly sliding towards my soaked slit, fingers tweaking my clit as I let out a little shriek.

Vicky... guide me. Show me how to feel good in your skin.

I could see in her memories that Vicky was no rookie when it came to self pleasure. Sure, she didn't have any toys, but she knew her sweet spots.

"Mhmm, let me show you how to make this hot bitch sing, Brett~"

Role-playing as if the original Vicky was giving me a class on how to pleasure her body made my arousal spike as I spoke to myself.

God, I was never this degenerate. Is it my new skinwalker instincts? Or is it Vicky's personality affecting me? Is she actually like this?

Licking my fingers to lube them up, I slipped them between my new folds while my other hand tweaked my nipple, continuing to moan as my legs grew weak with pleasure.

"You gotta find the g spot. Right... there. That's it. Work it... like that."

Slowly walking towards the bed while continuing to please my pleading folds, I collapsed forward onto the messy blankets while continuing to moan, my hand growing sopping wet as I worked my cunt with Vicky's experience at my disposal. Ass raised into the air like a cat, I continued on the bed, dragging my legs up on the mattress, and drooling like a bufoon as I lost myself.

"Yes... I hope you're taking... notes. This is how you feel... good."

I went on for a while, loving every second of exploring my new feminine folds, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and absolutely losing myself in it all.

Finally, tensing up I let out a final moan as I came for the first time as a girl.

"Mhmm, that's good." I said, letting loose a sigh of relief as I collapsed on the bed and passed out.