Pull Out of the Mindscape

I closed my eyes and focused on reality as I knew it. Feeling a rush of emotions, thoughts, and movement for a brief moment, I opened my eyes as the feelings subsided to find myself back in front of Sherry's mirror. Turning, I walked over to her nightstand to check her alarm clock and saw that it hadn't even been a minute. Time in the mindscape seemed to flow of its own accord like something out of a work of fiction.

"The speed of which I can do things as a skinwalker is wild. Enhanced athleticism, and now tweaking memories in mere seconds."

I walked back to her mirror and started admiring the body I was in again. It was still wild that I was a girl now. I wasn't sure if it was my own attraction to the opposite sex, or the potential corrupting influence of my new skinwalker nature, but I couldn't help admiring Sherry's body as my own. Her long, raven locks... her glimmering, turquoise eyes... it was so easy to get lost in her cute looks. My body heating up as I continued to look at her. All I could think about was ravaging the flesh I was in. Groping my breasts, fingering my pussy, tweaking my nipples, teasing my clit. My mind being ****-fed memories of Sherry's moments of self pleasure which were continually escalating my arousal. Her delicate moans filling my every thought as all I could recall was the hours she'd spent playing with herself.

Tearing myself from the mirror, I rushed into the kitchen and stuffed my head in the freezer in some vain attempt to try and cool down. My breaths short and sharp as every one of thoughts was riddled with intimate details of how to increase the pleasures of the body I was in. Every sweet spot across my flesh being revealed to me like some twisted GPS was hardwired to my brain. Pussy, asshole, earlobes, feet, breasts, butt, hollows of my knees, each spot known to spike arousal or be just plain ticklish.

The freezer doing no good, I ripped myself from there and then tore off Sherry's head; the mask of her skinsuit landing on my sensitive breasts. Hoping this would decrease my arousal, it only began piling on a myriad of new feelings. Now I desperately craved to re-mask. To be Sherry again and indulge in her flesh. To become such a cute, innocent girl that no one would suspect was actually a guy joyriding in her body and enjoying each and every moment of it. To have her flesh protect me from the searing pain of the toxin that bastard skinwalker had injected into me. A fear beginning to grip me; a desire to safeguard my identity as long as I could. To sidestep that agonizing pain and enjoy the sweet little life of Sherry.

"Fuck... Fuck that bastard! I just wanted to avoid losing my job. I didn't want to see friends and family suffer from such a loss to the community. So why? Why did that asshole think that making me suffer more was what I needed!? The piece of shit getting a sadistic pleasure of watching me squirm. I bet they went home last night and fucked themselves to the thoughts of me being a quivering mess on that floor!"

I needed to get out of here. Being cooped up in Sherry's apartment was doing me no favors. Remasking, and feeling the relief of being fully immersed in Sherry's skin again I made the decision to go out for a drive and maybe grab a little dinner while I was out, too. Grabbing her car keys and purse, I then rushed down to the lobby.

Stepping out of the elevator and briskly marching out, I was met by a couple of Sherry's classmates from her community college general biology class. Opening the door for one of them was Mikala Leung, a half-Chinese girl who was the daughter of a Chinese-American father and Jewish-American mother who ran a Jewish-Cantonese fusion restaurant in the nearby city. Mikala had played basketball in high school, and often spoke about wanting to be a veterinarian so she could care for livestock that community farmers tended. The girl being let in was Lexie Summers. Daughter of a single-father who had recently moved to the area to practice law, Lexie exuded a presumed air of bitchiness with her looks but her attitude was the complete opposite. She was very friendly and fashionable, rocking a full-body tan and bleach blonde locks. Like Sherry, Lexie was also working on her nursing degree.

"Heeey, Sherry-girl! How's your day been?" asked Lexie as she sauntered in.

"Holy shit, Lexie is an absolute babe!"

I had to try my hardest to not unleash my spines at the sight of her which was doing no favors to cool down the arousal I was trying to escape. As if she knew what I was feeling, she winked at me as she walked by.

"Cat got your tongue, Sherry-girl?"

"Oh, no. Sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry." I responded, "Sorry, Lexie. But yeah, I've had a pretty decent day."

This elicited a teasing giggle from Lexie as Mikala walked over to her.

"Hey, it's cool Sherry." said Mikala, "Me and Lexie were gonna go over this weekend's assignment. You have any luck with it?"

"Fuck, Mikala's a cutie too! I need to get out of this quickly!"

"I was able to knock it out pretty easily. Sorry to make this short, but I'm in a bit of a hurry!"

Mikala flashed a cute smile and waved, "No worries, Sherry. See you in class on Monday!"

Lexie doing the same and punctuating the goodbye with another wink and cutely sticking out her tongue.

Hurrying out the door, and away from the temptations of Mikala and Lexie, I hopped into Sherry's Geo Tracker and headed out. Rolling the window down and feeling the breeze as I cruised into the sunset, I could feel myself slowly starting to cool down as the drive calmed my nerves.

"Nowhere is really safe with these powers, is it?"