Weeks pass...

I sipped my coffee as I looked out the window of the kitchen, admiring the rich red and orange colors which had dyed every leaf on campus over the last few weeks. We were half-way through October now, and the very beginnings of real coursework and exam whisperings had begun as the end of the semester started drawing closer.

I grimaced a little at the bitter taste as I contemplated my black coffee. I’d never really been a big coffee drinker before, especially not black, but I’d needed the caffeine recently. The dreams had started coming back a few weeks after what’d happened with Jessica and Grace, and they seemed to grow worse with time. I pulled my jacket closer to me, the jumper and shirt underneath seeming to do little to abate the chill that’d settled into my bones of late.

Running through a forest naked and frozen, always pursing something ahead, in the darkness. Being a monster outside a log cabin, running sharp spines along its windows with a sickening sound as frightened screams emanated from inside. A deep hunger tearing at my stomach as I lay in the sand dunes of a desert, all skin and bones. These were just some of the dreams that had plagued me.

They weren’t all so negative; rather some of them had been filled less with horror and more with temptation. I dreamt of wearing sumptuous silks over a gorgeous female body, hyper aware that within this skin of an Eastern Princess was wrapped my true, unassuming self. I dreamt of being each one of my flatmates in turn; enjoying Grace’s innocent beauty before slipping into the sexy, bitchy Jessica. Being Frank while I ploughed Alicia, her screams of pleasure filling the room, before the perspective inverted and I was the one whose tight pussy lips were pushed apart by his girthy cock, screaming in Alicia’s voice.

I’d been avoiding parties, which was quite a thing to say considering I was a college student. I was scared as all of this escalated, once I had **** in my system I wouldn’t be able to resist skinning someone. I’d seen Lisa a few times on campus, but had mainly stayed away from her, too awkward not knowing where we stood, and terrified she might be replaced by that monster again. People had said I’d looked sick, pale and tired, and it even seemed my veins were becoming easier to see, just a little, which freaked me out. In the back of my mind, I knew that these were the punishments from neglecting my own monstrous side… and I was scared of the escalating consequences of not using those powers.

I was finding it harder and harder to masturbate to regular porn. I tried to get off to a video of some “step-siblings” fucking doggy style, but rather than self- insert as the guy, my fantasies reverted hard back to thoughts of skinning the girl and wearing her, deceiving her “step-brother” as I used him for sex, my pussy clamping down as it milked his dick.

There was a reason I was fighting so hard not to use these powers, fighting so hard not to give into the overwhelming temptation. It wasn’t just the creeping knowledge that I’d loved being in Jessica’s skin while I lied to her fuck-buddy and stole her pleasure while I rode him, or dominating Jessica as Futanari Grace and fucking her till she passed out… there was someone worth fighting for.

In the last few weeks, I’d started getting closer and closer to Grace. It’d started small, the manufactured memories I placed within her making her comfortable and already giving us rapport. Some casual conversation while we both made dinner in the kitchen, leading to us studying together a couple times. I’d invited her to play Uno with Alicia and Frank one afternoon and we’d all had a blast, even if Grace had been surprisingly vicious with the +4 cards.

She was starting to come out of her shell, and finally had a small group of friends to help her settle into university life. She was smiling more, and relaxing. Free from Jessica’s bullying, she was becoming who she was always meant to be… and I was starting to fall for her. Even though I’d had a huge crush on Lisa at the start of the year, between the nightmare of the Skinwalkers surprise, all the sex I’d had using the powers, and just not seeing her, I felt like I was moving on from my crush.

Instead, Grace was taking her place… and my feelings were getting stronger every time we hung out. When she smiled as she won that first game of uno, having the confidence to wreck us all with +2 and +4 cards, it was so innocent yet had just the slightest hint of playful mischief that I couldn’t get enough of. The way she was so genuine when we talked, and even the muffins she’d made and decorated nicely with little bears and friendly sayings, just to say thank you for spending time with her… it was all too much.

When I was around her, I didn’t just want to have sex with her (Although I absolutely wanted that too), I just wanted her to be happy, and to hold her, and spend time with her. I really wanted to be a better man for her, not some kind of monster. I knew I was down bad, but I couldn’t help the way I’d started feeling… but now I was becoming increasingly scared about the skinwalker side of me, and the increasingly dire consequences of trying to ignore it.

I thought about my options. Right now I was ignoring it, and that’d worked so far, barely. My feelings for Grace and all the positive emotions they were generating seemed to be distracting me enough from the horrible withdrawals from not wearing a skin, but how long could that last? I was supposed to meet up with Grace later today to study, so I thought about it carefully.

Could I ration my skin use? Take a skin for short times, just to placate my skinwalker side, and stay as myself most of the time? Would it even be possible to resist the temptation? I knew how good it felt in a skin, and I knew how **** I was to leave one once I was inside it. And who would I use? Who would be my victim each time?

Maybe… maybe there was a more permanent solution. Was there a cure for being a skinwalker? Could I find someway out of this condition? I would all be worth it for Grace… should I even meet up with her today? What if my will finally broke and I skinned her? Wearing the woman I loved… the idea was so overwhelmingly hot, but my morals knew it was wrong, I would be giving into being a monster!

I stared down at my coffee and shivered, while I thought almost desperately about what to do.