Candida's plan

The room we entered now was like a classical study or library from the house of a studious and well educated noble. Plush carpets lined the floors, feeling soft under my ballet flat clad feet as they dampened the sound of footsteps, and the walls of books seemed to only hold the most expensive editions. Older books seemed to be the norm, but if Candida really read all these it was clear she was incredibly intelligent.

Desks were also spread around, more than a single person might need, with reading lamps hidden with green lampshades providing a comfortable reading environment for late night literature. Mr. Laithewaite himself now stood by a virtual whiteboard, a strangely modern twist in a room otherwise styled after yester-year.

“Have you ever heard of ‘Devereux consulting’ before?”

Candida started as I shook my head, coming to rest on the chair closest to the whiteboard as I settled down.

“Essentially, they’re one of the largest companies in the world, the type to operate through a hundred other, better known companies, such as Silver Stag private military, or Luna cola. And this, is their CEO.”

On the white board came a picture of an older man, with a close-cropped beard and a full head of hair slicked back. His hair was grey all over, but still looked lush and youthful, strangely, while he seemed to radiate an air of superiority and masculine confidence, even through the photo.

“After inheriting a considerable fortune from his parents, who come from a long line of factory owners, landlords, and slavers, he made good on it and expanded through relentless takeovers and a highly aggressive business style. The cut-throat business culture he inspired is widely adopted in business today, and suffice to say he’s one of the most influential men in the country, and beyond. His name is Stefan Devereux, and he lives here, in this very city.”

I raised my eyebrow at that;

“Here? But this city seems so regular for someone like that…”

Mr Laithwaite smiled,

“Hmm yes, well in fact it’s the existence of Thornton college that keeps his primary residence here. As is the case for many of the countries wealthiest, proximity to a school like that is bonus enough. They know if their children attend, their prospects will be even more secured, and for billionaires there’s no way their children won’t be at the best schools. Really, he doesn’t live here all the time, instead he travels to Paris and London, Tokyo and New York, grand cities that billionaires flock to. But he does spend a lot of time here, still.”

“So… he must have a child at the school…”

I mused, to which Mr. Laithewaite’s eyes lit up.

“Precisely, Annie!”

I felt a blush come to my cheeks as my pussy got a little tighter from his praise, and from calling me by my skin’s name. It seemed in this body recognition from him was more than enough to get me going.

Another face came on the screen, an attractive 18 year old girl with bleach blonde hair and lots of make-up. Every item of clothing she was wearing was designer, and she radiated a certain spoilt confidence, the kind that came from both boredom and the precocious knowledge that she could have or do anything, and never, ever face any kind of consequence.

“This is his daughter, Victoria. Maybe you can tell just from the photo, but she’s a girl who has grown up surrounded by the most exorbitant luxury, yet a real lack of love. Her father is always jetting around the world, her real mother gone, out of the picture entirely, and her step-mother is just as self-absorbed as she is, with little care or attention for her.

Of course, growing up with every resource and no morals or grounding whatsoever has made a terribly flawed young girl, but she has so much wealth none of it really matters.”

Finally, the photos of Stefan and Victoria were joined by another face, a beautiful blonde woman who looked to be maybe 29 at the latest. She looked perfect, but artificially so, as though her no doubt already attractive face and body had been altered into the form of a true living sex Goddess, with an incredible, not unnatural looking boob job and likely dozens of smaller surgeries tweaking her into flawlessness.

“And this is Eva, Victoria’s step-mother and wife to Stefan. After Victoria’s real mother grew a little old for Stefan’s tastes he gave her a golden handshake and sent her on her way, replacing her with Eva, a former model who caught his eye. Really it was a win-win, Stefan got a new, much younger and hotter wife, and Eva got a life of utter luxury, her only responsibility tending to her husband’s sexual appetites and living how she pleased at any other time.”

I looked over the three of them, displayed on the whiteboard. Every inch of them seemed pampered by the luxury of the stations they inhabited, bodies enhanced by wealth and access to only the very best food, lifestyles and the suffusing glow that comes from knowing no matter what happens, you will always remain a member of the 1%.

Jealously spiked at my heart seeing them, a jealously for their privileged lives. I’d never really known luxury, and had grown up totally average. It had been only a lucky fluke I’d even gotten into my university at all, and with my average grades and average face it seemed I was destined for mediocrity from a young age. This family though… they lived lives with access far greater than I could ever imagine.

“You haven’t taken a skin yet, have you?”

My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Laithewaite, as I met his eyes again.

“No… I wore Lisa as I found her, and then you saw me put on Annie.”

“Hm, good. This works out well, actually.”

I raised my eyebrows, and he continued;

“Your first lesson will be a practical one; you’re going to skin your classmate, Victoria, and take her place.”

I looked at the picture of Victoria, her smug, pampered face seeming to gloat that she was better than me. The thought of creeping into her skin and taking the place of the spoilt, bleach blonde rich girl sent little thrills through my whole body.

“I’ll engineer a situation where you can get alone with her. It won’t be hard, Victoria constantly causes small problems in class, so getting her in a detention will be easy. Then you’ll just need to misbehave yourself and I’ll put you in with her.”

“I like the sound of that…”

I mused, still thinking how it would feel to wear Victoria and pass myself off as her.

“Then I want you to go home, and skin her family. It’ll be quite the feeling, being a monster in the body of their daughter, and then reducing them to outfits.”

It seemed Candida was leaking through the façade of Mr. Laithewaite again, almost drooling at the fantasy of what she wanted me to do.

“So, this will be my ‘first lesson’?”

I asked, a mixture of nerves over what was being asked of me and excitement at what it meant bubbling within.

“Exactly! There’s nothing like learning on the job, and the best way to get more confident as a Skinwalker is to fully explore the possibilities of your powers. I know you’re more than up to the task.”

I felt my heart soaring with that praise, and looked up to Candida as I stood.

“One more thing…”

He started, before continuing.

“I’m taking Stefan’s skin. I have a great deal of use for it, and so I’ll need to take his identity once you’ve taken their house. As for you, consider Victoria and Eva the start of your own personal skin collection, and their wealth and mansion your own with it. It’s not a bad deal, is it? Two of the most privileged skins in the city, the beautiful, spoilt daughter and the gorgeous trophy wife, two hot blondes to become for your leisure.”

We started walking to the elevator, as I sent a glance at the clock before we left. 8:00am… school would be starting soon.

“What about Annie and Lisa?”

I asked, as we boarded the lift and Mr. Laithwaite put in a code which seemed to show the digital representation of the lift going below the regular underground parking garage.

“Oh, them? I don’t really care one way or the other. I give them to you for your collection. Both of them are attractive ladies, and we both know they’re a pleasure to wear. You can keep them hung up in a closet, or moonlight as them whenever you feel like it. Or… well, they are both innocents too, I suppose. Once you unlock the memory editor you can alter their memories and restore them. That should satisfy you, right?”

I considered what to do, as the elevator doors opened to the secret parking garage below the building.