An empty bed

I woke up with a smile on my lips as warm sunlight filtered through the blinds. Gradually, everything that had happened in the last few days filtered back to me, but rather than raise **** alarm like it probably should have, I just felt content and satisfied. Maybe, the same way trying to resist being a skinwalker brought suffering, embracing being a skinwalker translated as a sense of peace and pleasure? And really everything I’d done in the last day had been the pursuit of pleasure at all costs.

I rolled over on the bed, expecting to find Mike there so I could use him for some morning sex, only to find he was gone. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was 1pm; I’d really slept in. Still, leaving without saying anything? I pouted a little as I got out of bed. I suppose they were just friends with benefits at this stage; in such a complicated relationship, it was important to try and resist doing anything too “relationshippy”.

Honestly, I didn’t really care that much anyway as I went to the mirror and spread my pussy lips, examining the dried liquids along my inner thighs. Even like this, Jessica’s body was still sexy, but she undeniably looked like a mess.

There was something I’d been meaning to try, and now seemed as good a time as any. I reached for the center of my chest and dug my fingers in, pinching the skin. I flinched at how much it hurt, before doubling down on the pressure I was putting in and pulling. A rip formed in the skin, gooey looking white sinews breaking apart and stretching as Jessica’s chest parted and a rush of cold seeming to rush inside along my own skin underneath. I let the gap get wider as I tore Jessica off me, stepping out of the hole with one leg, then the other before working the rest of my body fully out.

The air seemed cold and everything in the room almost seemed less colorful standing as myself again, as I let Jessica’s skin lie pooled on the ground. Still, it was refreshing to be myself again, and I ran my hands across my male body, which now felt stranger than being a woman for some reason. I guess I would have to get used to it after crossing the gender divide either way.

I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing a strange gooey residue on me from being in a skin which was drying fast, while also noticing how healthy I looked. My eyes widened a little actually; physically, I was looking better than ever. It almost seemed like the bags under the eyes, the sallow looking skin and the tired appearance from a usual student lifestyle of weird hours partying and gaming, and a bad diet washed down with binge drinking, had completely disappeared.

I flashed my own smile in Jessica’s mirror, feeling better than ever. Still… it seemed better than even being myself was being someone else. Jessica’s skin felt soft and supple by my toes as I held it up again, watching those strange sinews rejoin in her chest and make her whole again. Personality wise, she was such an unpleasant girl, but aesthetically and physically she had one of the best bodies I’d ever seen. And been inside of, now…

I felt the blood rush to my dick thinking that, as it formed a throbbing erection. I gulped a little, thinking of how good it had felt being Jessica, pretending to be that bitchy, confident girl while fucking with her pussy. Just as much as I wanted to fuck with it though, a part of me wanted to fuck it too. I almost had to physically stop myself from fucking her empty skin, as a deeper idea I’d been thinking about for a while re-surfaced in me. I let an evil grin form on my face as I thought about it, knowing how I was going to spend the day.

First thing’s first, I flipped Jessica around and tore her skin at the back of her neck, thrusting my face into hers as that familiar constriction started, until I had her head atop my body, the rest of her skin hanging down empty in front of me. The implication that Skinwalkers had the ability to change the memories of their victim’s was there, and I was going to do just that.

I focused on visualizing it, seeing Jessica’s memories in my mind like a line, running parallel to my own throughout our lives. I imagined reaching out towards her line, and the closer I seemed to get the more detail appeared on it; the scenes of her life almost arranged like a film reel. Getting even closer, it seemed like a pressure started, and grew bigger, almost like I was under water, going deeper.

All at once there was a rush as my vision went white, like I was getting pulled in. Once the white cleared, I found myself standing in an environment totally alien to me. My heartbeat doubled as panic momentarily gripped me, before setting down as a strange sense of peace almost was **** onto me.

“This sense of peace on me… it’s not totally natural. This must be a part of the Skinwalker instincts; being in this place is a part of their powers.”

I looked around, rationality calming me enough to consider my surroundings and myself. Firstly, I was totally myself, with no indication of Jessica’s skin anywhere, despite me knowing that in the physical world I was wearing her face. As for my surroundings, it seemed like I was in a high rise in a nondescript city, with beautiful views out the window, yet undeniably urban ones.

It was beautiful in the way one might describe the center of Manhattan as beautiful; not central park, with its feeling of contrast, being an oasis of nature in the city, rather the pure structures of the city, its sleek high rises all around. Notably; the colors all around were unnatural. A rich, deep yet still vibrant red seemed to be running through everything, along with solid grey lines and a mix of clean whites and blacks providing more contrast.

I floated forward, finding I could notably move as though I was underwater here, as I moved through what seemed to be floating of memories, all to do with Jessica. This must have been some kind of representation of her where I could access her memories. Were these sights, these aesthetic choices based on my interpretation of Jessica? That wouldn’t make sense, as although looking at the place, it undeniably served as a representation of her, rather it wasn’t necessarily how I would have seen her. I suppose this must be how she really was, a person’s character distilled into the aesthetics of this “hall of memories”, or “Memory editor”?

My contemplation on where I was over, I began moving towards the memories I wanted. I found them easily, as though this place was bending to my will to make things easier for me. I could see her last genuine memory, confusion and fear as she crumpled away to nothing after I skinned her. Then there was nothing; She hadn’t been conscious of anything I’d done while wearing her skin.

I concentrated, and imagined how her day would have gone without being skinned; taking parts from previous memories of regular days to fill in the gaps and inspire what might have happened. I saw representations of the people she knew moving together, acting out the scenes in fast motion as I manufactured the new memories for her.

Interestingly, these people in her memories didn’t look quite like they did in reality. Mike, the personal trainer, seemed taller. Grace seemed uglier and more pathetic, with strong emotions of sadism seeing to radiate from Jessica’s consciousness towards her anytime she appeared. I seemed more tired and haggard looking; scruffy and pallid. This must have been how Jessica’s consciousness interpreted the people around her; her contempt coloring all her memories.

The fake memories finished, I pulled back, out of the memory editor, until I was standing back with the lines of memory, and carefully laid the fake memories on the blank spot like a bandage.

Satisfied at what I’d done, and feeling powerful that I could even do something like that so instinctively, I pulled back into the physical world.

Standing back in Jessica’s filthy bedroom, I wrenched her face off of me while I checked the clock, noting that less than ten seconds seemed to have passed here while I was messing around with her memories. The extent of these powers was so impressive it was scary.

I threw her skin down on the bed while I put on her bathrobe and peeked out the door, checking the coast was clear before racing over to my bedroom and getting dressed quickly. Putting on my own clothes in my own bedroom felt surreal, feeling the way my shirt hung over my chest, and the way my dick felt in my jeans feeling so strange after being Jessica and running around in her black latex dress. I felt like a lifetime since I’d been in this room, but I knew really it hadn’t been more than a day.

Fully dressed, I carried Jessica’s clothes from my room and brought them back to hers, before drawing out the spines and stabbing her skin. I didn’t know if this was going to work, but that creature had said I could restore a skin, so now I was going to see if I really could. I concentrated hard on release; but rather than releasing the healing fluid I released something deeper, letting out a deep breath as I felt it come through; Jessica’s soul flowing out of the spines and filling her skin again as it took shape once more. Feeling her drain out of me made me feel empty, as though I was used to carrying multiple souls and with losing one was like losing my car, or my house. Still, for what I was planning, I needed the real Jessica.

Soon, the real Jessica was there indeed, lying on the bed in front of me, breathing softly as she slept. My heart melted a little; seeing her from the outside, quiet like this, she really was cute. I pulled up the soiled covers over her and left, walking to my room and lying on the bed, my thoughts racing. I could rest here, just as myself, really pull myself together. The last day had been an incredible rush, but the skinwalker part of me should be sated for now. I didn’t need to put on another skin.

But then… I couldn’t deny that I really, really wanted to. Wearing Jessica and using her like my own special little outfit, the way I’d made her look in that black latex dress, the sexual power I’d had when I wore her, feeling her orgasms thunder through me… I’d loved every second of it. Should I stay here as myself? Or should I take the next step to realize the erotic fantasy I couldn’t get out of my head?