Take the Librarian's body

I approached her, aided in my attempts at stealth by the thick carpet put down throughout the whole library. A lot of thoughtful touches had gone into its design to suppress noise, something I was grateful for now that I was about to commit a crime that couldn’t be explained to any ordinary person.

Right as I was behind her, she must have noticed my presence as she began to turn to see who was with her. My heartbeat raced as time seemed to slow, paranoia that she might scream or this might go wrong filling me with adrenaline. I didn’t want to stab through any clothes and ruin them, so I aimed for the neck, my nerves causing me to stab her far harder than I needed to.

She made a gagging sound as her eyes went wide, her body still positioned away from me, unable to see her attacker. The spines looked sickening, penetrating deep in her neck, some blood appearing for a split second before the healing liquid steamed up, preserving the integrity of her veins and arteries. All at once, I felt it, a liquid leave the spines to enter her body, while something seemed to flow from her to me; an equal exchange.

She raised her hand, seeing it deflate, that emptiness moving along her arms as she tried to flail them, only to see them flap around. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out, no doubt the same soft, oppressive sensation working on her vocal chords I’d first felt when the skinwalker had revealed itself to me.

Her legs gave out too, then her torso, finally her head crumpling down to nothing as I stood, holding her empty skin, neck still impaled on my fingers. I didn’t even realize I’d barely moved, and was covered in a cold sweat the entire time. Silence descended on this part of the library, a deafening silence broken only by the sound of my racing heart. I withdrew my fingers, seeing the holes they’d left close up with some steam, the deflated body of the librarian lying on the ground.

I swallowed, walking over to the entrance of the section I was in, peeking out and seeing no signs of life, before walking over to the skin and setting it on the table, its clothes coming up with it. I took a moment to think, noticing internally I felt different; I felt… whole? A realization dawned on me, an empty feeling had lain inside me from the moment I restored Lisa to now. Feeling whole again, it dawned on me what it was; I only felt whole when the skinwalker part of me had another person’s soul in it.

The implications of what this might mean were not lost on me; the idea that ever since Candida had turned me, I had become soulless, a monster that needed to take the soul of another to feel complete. Hoping to distract myself from these terrifying, existential thoughts, I tore the librarian fully out of her clothes, admiring her naked form. Even deflated, she had all the hallmarks of a gorgeous, mature woman. I needed to get in her skin fast, before someone noticed me.

I tore off my own clothes, seeing them lie in a pile around me as I stood naked in the library. I felt so exposed like this… and a little turned on. I idly considered that I might have some kind of exhibitionism fetish as I reached to the Librarians back and pulled, hoping this would be okay. Goopy sinews spread as her skin parted, a rich, dark pink inside that seemed to shine slightly with the slime that coated it.

My dick was rock hard as I braced myself on the corner of the table, sliding my leg inside hers. It felt warm and slippery inside, but in a pleasant way; a carnal feeling that couldn’t help but raise my lust higher. I admired her long, toned legs, hairless and graceful, toes painted the same classy cream color as her fingernails. I pulled my other leg inside hers, pulling her hips over mine and pressing my body against her chest at the same time, roving hands filling out hers.

I could feel the sinews at the back greedily re-joining, grateful to be together again as the woman’s back sealed over my own, male one. I could feel that same strange constriction start in my toes, pins and needles and pressure moving through my body as my height shrank and my body molded into her sophisticated shape.

Naturally, I gasped as my rock hard dick inverted, that wrenching feeling taking me by surprise as it was pulled down behind her pussy, before it plummeted inside me, the feeling of her womb diving up into my belly. I moaned as it ignited a heat inside me, female arousal taking over and filling my mind with desire for sex, causing flashbacks to Trent’s apartment. I clenched my teeth slightly as I stood again, using the table edge for leverage as I got up.

I really need to have sex as a girl again…

I stowed such horny thoughts away as I focused on my mission, feeling the edges of the librarian’s head and preparing to dive my head inside. Her bun had come undone in the struggle, and her dark blonde hair had cascaded everywhere, its thick, impressive length spilling down the front of my now naked, female body.

I took the plunge, popping my face inside hers and aligning the features, peeling her lips over mine as I lined up the cheeks and eyes. The constriction of the head was particularly strong, as my vision went white for a moment and my eyes closed, a low moan leaving my mouth while my voice reverted from my own awkward male one to that of the sultry librarian.

Opening her hazel eyes, I looked around the bookshelves, still very much alone, before looking down at my body. My new tits weren’t as perky as they had been in youth, but were magnificent in a mature way, and sliding my now fine fingers over them elicited a pleasing response while I felt the same rich pleasure I was expecting.

I walked over to the opening of the shelves and peaked out again, enjoying the way I moved in this body while I walked, and how her long hair hung down. Peeking out, I couldn’t see a soul in either direction, causing me to pout… no one to admire this new, beautiful body I’d slipped into.

I pinched my cheek as I walked back, lifting her panties up to the light. Silk.. her bra was silk too. A shiver of excitement worked its way through me as I slid them up my legs, feeling how luxurious it felt against my new, pillowy soft pussy lips. I slipped on her bra, excited to encase my new skin in her silks.

I felt so soft and smooth against my flesh, excitement tingling through me as I enjoyed the way the fabric felt against me. I felt so… sexy. I posed, contorting the librarians body left and right. It didn’t feel right for her to be hiding a body like this, cooped up in this dusty library all day. I thought about just keeping her body after I’d finished my mission, maybe take my new skin to the pool or the beach, get a little sun on her as I showed off.

I shook my head and laughed a little, feeling the flop of her long hair. Maybe it was a side effect of getting into a skin, but the rush I felt seemed so strong it seemed like all my worries had disappeared, my fear and adrenaline converted into giddy excitement and happy pride in the new stolen life I’d taken, all her accomplishments feeling like I’d done them.

I started buttoning up her silken blouse, its light material feeling amazing on me as it picked up little highlights in the form of reflections of the lights high above. I lifted her tights and gave them a big sniff, disappointed to find them mainly clean and lacking the strong odours my perviest side had been hoping for. Still, feeling the way they clung to my new legs as they constricted onto me gave me more than enough enjoyment.

Finally, I pulled up her tweed pencil skirt, zipping it up and loving how tight it felt down my thighs. I could feel it constrict as I walked, showing off these wider hips I’d taken and acting as permanent reminder I was wearing a skirt in public. Slipping on her heels, and using her muscle memory to wrestle her long hair back into it’s bun, I completed my new look, the librarian standing there once more in all her classy, accidentally seductive glory. I just wished I had a mirror to really check out this form…

I closed my eyes as I unlocked her memories, feeling them rush onto me in a huge torrent. I furrowed my brow as they momentarily threatened to overwhelm me, stumbling back and grasping the table edge for support. It was surreal! I had clear memories of the world before I was born, years of life from before I had even been conceived coming into my head. I pulled back, seeing my own memories stretching in a line, while the Librarians stretched further back.

I remembered winning the best children’s short story award for the county as a little girl, being pigeon-holed into a role as a nerd in high school, my rampant repressed sexuality struggling to make itself known while I struggled with awkwardness and body dysmorphia. My late blooming puberty that had transformed my body in the summer before college from the girl no-one wanted to see, into the girl everyone wanted to be.

Enjoying sex and a slutty phase, before growing choosy and selective with my men, deciding that I didn’t want to change the person I was inside, rather she was just able to express herself better. Accepting a position as Librarian here mainly for access to esoteric and rare books. I opened my eyes. My new name was Elise Warner, and I had some restricted reading to do.