He reacts badly

I told him everything. The terrifying revelation of the Skinwalker, its ominous words as it injected me. The confusion and fear of the next morning as Lisa’s friends stood outside the door, which soon turned to strange enjoyment and a breezy, happy time as I had fun as her. I blushed a little as I recounted the party that night, and blushed furiously as I gave a brief overview of what I’d done back at Trent’s apartment. He followed along with an amused look, and I could tell he wasn’t taking me seriously, but he still listened on attentively. Finally, I finished by telling him of the room of skins, my horror as I left and my desire to make things right as I restored Lisa.

“So… this is like, some kind of story, right? Like a fan-fiction you’re writing about your own life, some kind of whacko mix between horror and erotica, right?”

He laughed at how incredulous it sounded, causing me to blush a little more.

“I gotta say, it does sound pretty fucked up. But I kinda get it too, I mean I know how much you like Lisa, so if you got her body it makes sense you would enjoy yourself. And I mean, I’m not judging about the sex either, if I were a girl I’d love to try sex from the other side too!”

“Jimmy, it’s… look. It’s a real story. And I can prove it, right now.”

“Okay, okay. Go on, I wanna see this proof.”

I held up my hands, and kept my eyes on him as I let the spines burst out from my fingertips. His expression changed from placid relaxation to panicked surprise faster than I could have expected.

“What the fuck!!”

“Not so loud!”

I hushed him furiously.

“I can’t be having the whole street know I’m now some kind of skinwalker!”

I let loose in a stage whisper, hoping to get it through to him over his own panicked noises.

“Oh my God, no, no no!”

His eyes were moving erratically, like his brain was racing towards overload at the implications of this revelation.

“C’mon man! You should have known this was real, when have I ever come out with such a story before?”

“What do you mean, ‘I should have known?’ None of this is real. None of it is supposed to be. It’s all just myths and harmless fantasy, that’s all it’s ever been!”

“Well, I thought so too until a few days ago. But I had to get used to the idea of it being real, and you wanted to know what was going on, so…”

“Yeah, cause I thought it was some drama with Lisa! Ordinary college stuff, I’d take you out for drinks to nurse your heartbreak, we’d sing bad karaoke and get fucked up, just another fun memory to share when we’re hungover tomorrow. Not you becoming some kind of supernatural monster!”

“C’mon man, I’ve seen that this kind of thing is your fetish too! Yes, it’s messed up, and yes I would never have sought something like this out, but it happened to me and now I’m here, so…”

My heart was sinking as I looked on. Jimmy wasn’t reacting well to this at all. All of my fears about him breaking down and turning on me began to rear their heads again, as the implications of this going wrong seemed to magnify themselves in my brain. Jimmy interrupted my thoughts with more logic;

“Yes, it’s my fetish, but none of it was real! It was all harmless! Thinking about possessing some girl and experiencing her pleasure is all well and good, but it’s quite another to actually do it! What would Lisa say, if she knew what you’d done in her skin?”

He was right… Lisa, or any woman for that matter, would probably be horrified if they knew that had happened to them. Despair began to work its way through my heart as the implications of my own actions came upon me.

He’s right… how could I have done this? I completely gave into temptation…

But within me, all at once, a different feeling rose. A righteousness, though not necessarily one that was right, objecting to the self-pitying morals that threatened to pull me into depression.

“What choice did I have! I’m a monster now, one who’s instincts constantly threaten to overwhelm me! What do you know about that?”

He’s being a hypocrite, like someone born into wealth assuming they’re so much better than the homeless in the streets, not once considering how much easier their own path had been in comparison!

“I restored Lisa, I resisted Candida’s temptation, I came here because I needed help! Because I’m trying everything not to become a monster!”

He reeled back, the strength of my convictions giving him pause, before the shutters seemed to come down again.

“No! It’s insane, it’s not right! You should have left Lisa’s skin as soon as you could, instead of that you went to a party as her and had sex with a stranger! You used her body, you used her friends, you might have completely changed the course of her life just from what you made “Lisa” do in those few hours!”

He doesn’t understand! There was no way he could!

But maybe… he does have the fetish. Describing it isn’t good enough. What if there was a way to **** him to understand? Once he was inside a girl’s skin, there would be no way her wouldn’t know what I meant…

The thoughts raced around my brain. Could I do it? Should I **** him into a girl’s skin, or was there still hope of talking him out of turning on me?