I can't decide!

My brain was a rush with the pros and cons of telling him… What if he rejected me? What if he reported me as a monster, and the government were to find me? They’d probably dissect me, if they didn’t know about Skinwalkers. If they did know… it might be even worse.

But what if he accepted me? Jimmy was my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine him casting me out so easily as that. I’d finally have someone I could trust, someone I could confide in! Maybe together, we’d be able to make some kind of life for me, and I could avoid the corruption I could feel wearing away at me the longer I stayed a skinwalker.

Both pathways seemed like such **** results… a decision like this couldn’t be made just in the spur of the moment!

“Let’s meet up, okay? I just… it’s been a crazy few days, and we need to see each other in person.”

I glanced out the window, seeing the late afternoon sun dip down, it’s rays turning orange as sunset swiftly approached. Even though the rational part of my mind knew the skinwalker could meet me at any time, and as anyone, I couldn’t help but fear running into it at night.

“Would tomorrow morning work? We can meet up at the café square.”

“Ahh man, sorry, no can do. I’m going home tomorrow for my Grandmas 80th birthday party. I’ll be back the day after though? How about we meet at 1pm, café square?”

Waiting that long bothered me, but there was nothing that could be done, I supposed.

“Yeah, sure that’s fine. Have a good time anyway! I’ll be there at 1pm.”

The rest of the conversation was uneventful, and before I knew it was over.

The next day absolutely crawled by. It didn’t matter what I went to do, nothing stopped me from thinking about the Skinwalker. The decision about whether or not to tell Jimmy hung over me too; it seemed, just like with coursework, I would leave it to the last minute to decide. No matter what though, I would be grateful to see him in person. Being myself for a little while, distracted and with a friend, might be the best thing I could do.

Still though... I couldn’t get what I’d done as Lisa out of my head. I imagined the feeling of wearing her dress and panties, I dreamt about talking with her friends, hearing her beautiful voice leave my lips. I tried to watch ordinary porn, but found myself putting down the laptop halfway through a video and fantasizing about getting fucked in her body on the kitchen counter, Trent’s long dick moving in and out of my sopping wet vagina while I screamed.

I found nothing pushed me to climax better than thinking like that, spraying my cum on my chest as my eyes crossed, the pleasure of my fantasies elevating my masturbation to new heights. Of course, the post nut clarity was particularly brutal; mainly because rather than being ashamed or embarrassed, all it seemed to highlight for me was how much more fun I’d had in Lisa’s skin that my own, and how badly I was craving to get back into it.

I avoided my flatmates all day, and thankfully none of them came looking for me. I think Frank and Alicia had gone camping, while Jessica was likely at her personal trainers house for “additional sessions”. Grace was so quiet that I didn’t see or hear from her at all, which I was extremely grateful for. I was scared if I saw her, and it was just us two in the flat, nothing would stop me from skinning her there and then, spending the rest of the time parading around in her clothes, slipping my fingers into her slick entrance and maybe even going to a nightclub to find a man…

Thankfully, the unceasing march of time delivered me from my fevered thoughts, and I found myself waiting at café square.

Café square was a helpful and popular part of campus, lined with coffee shops and canteens, and otherwise served as one of the main meeting places for students. It helped that it sat between some of the primary thoroughfares of the whole university; and provided an ideal meeting place for friends attending all faculties to gather before separating and going to their individual classes.

I glanced at my reflection in the glass of one of the cafés, finding I looked a little worse for wear. Nerves had combined with relentless masturbation to give me little sleep and a more worn-out appearance than I was used to, but every time I tried to rest, I found visions of what I’d done in Lisa, and what I could still do in the bodies of any woman or man, compelled me to touch myself, pursuing that pleasure again even if it was just in the form of a fantasy.

“Someone’s looking a little worse for wear.”

Jimmy remarked casually, sitting across from me and passing a coffee he’d gotten for me. I sipped it, burning my tongue a little.

“Careful! It’s hot and fresh.”

He chuckled as I grimaced at my new, tiny injury.

“So, I’m guessing what you wanted to tell me is about Lisa, huh? It’s okay, lay it all on me. I’ve been there more than a few times, so I know how bad it can feel. And especially after what happened so soon after your date.”

Jimmy seemed really concerned, although I wasn’t sure how far that concern would stretch when he discovered what exactly I was going to tell him.

“Well… I guess my problems don’t exactly come just from the date, although it certainly didn’t end how I expected.”

I started, before something stopped me. What had he meant by “especially what happened so soon after your date?” Had something in particular happened? I asked him, and he looked pensive, yet supportive as he told me;

“Well… there’s really no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. And as your best friend, it’s probably better you hear it from me than anyone else.”

How bad was this going to be? I anxiously thought, momentarily putting aside what I’d originally considered the only “big reveal” of the day.

“So, after you disappeared off the face of the earth, I went to this party. A huge party mind you, with nearly everyone we knew and even more we didn’t at it. A party at your house, not that you were around for it. And… well. It looks like Lisa picked up a new boyfriend there.”

I sighed, a little relieved. So that’s what Jimmy had been thinking about! At least I knew the full story, having been a personal participant. I even laughed a little, causing a look of great alarm from Jimmy.

“You sure this hasn’t fried your brains? I thought you’d be more upset your crush was out with a new guy every night since your date.”

“Oh, haha no, don’t worry about it-”

Wait. What did he mean “every night since your date”? Last night I’d lay in my bedroom alone in the dark, having fitful sleep in between fetish driven orgasms.

I asked him what he meant, and he simply responded by taking out his phone and playing Lisa’s snapchat story, a video of her at a restaurant with... Trent? My eyes went wide as a cold sweat almost came on me. There was no way…

“Ahh man, speak of the devil.”

Jimmy gestured subtly into the crowd of the plaza, and following the line he’d pointed in I quickly found what I’d been looking for. Walking through the crowd, hand in hand, was Trent and Lisa. They were heading for the science buildings, Trent escorting Lisa to her class, laughing and otherwise having a great time. What was going on? Was this God punishing me for leaving Lisa with a good impression of Trent when I tampered with her memories?

Before they walked out of sight, Trent looked over, straight at me, and flashed a look.

“What a scumbag.”

Muttered Jimmy, noticing.

“Steals your girl the very day after you go on a date with her, and now looks over here like he’s mister bigshot, showing off his trophy to you. Gross.”

Jimmy was understandably pissed off on my behalf, but I’d seen something different in that look. Far from being simply one man gloating over besting another in a romantic victory, that look had a deeper message from Candida to me;

“You can’t just walk away from this that easily.”

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The rest of the conversation with Jimmy was a blur. I played off that my “big reveal” had just been me being sad about the date, and gave him some made up details about how it’d gone wrong to placate him. I felt bad for lying, but under the circumstances I was too taken aback to reveal the deeper truth to him right now.

I was pacing around my room that evening, deep in thought over what to do, when a text message from an unknown number came through. I scrambled to get my phone up, reading;

“Hey Alex! Just thought I’d message about what happened today. No hard feeling between us about Lisa, huh? Still though, she’s such an amazing girl, right? Smart, kind, cute, really the whole package. A girl like that is too special to let go of. Who knows, we might even get married? Wouldn’t that be funny? Maybe if you come and persuade me, I’ll think about leaving her be though. I’ll be waiting at the old burnt out Church at the top of Konenburg hill at 8 tonight. Don’t be late! -Trent"

My blood froze in my veins hearing all that. What was Candida planning to do with Lisa? I couldn’t believe such a monster would be content with a simple domestic life with her, and on a deeper level, I just didn’t want a good girl like Lisa trapped, unknowingly opening her heart to a horrible monster, her guard down around the worst creature!

But could I bring myself to go and meet up with that monster?