Rachel's short arrival

“Hey Heather…”

Rachel stepped into the apartment, looking about for her friend. Today she’d decided to go for a slightly more casual look; Doc Martens instead of Demonias, with fishnet tights leading the eyes to a simple black miniskirt and a baggy black jumper with red satanic imagery stitched on. Her midnight blue hair was pulled back into a ponytail, while her ears shone with all her piercings.

Her ponytail seemed to bob a little as she looked left and right, scanning the room for her friend. The kitchen seemed clean, warm sunlight filtering inside, the white marble looking surfaces gleaming. The corridor to the bedroom stretched away ahead, and that was where Rachel started going.

She only walked a few steps when she felt a familiar pain blossom in her neck, a soft, warm body pressing into her back even while she started deflating, a flash of recognition in her eyes before she was turned completely.

“Sorry I didn’t properly say hello…”

My voice sounded so teasing, even as I spoke to no-one in particular; Rachel’s skinsuit bunched up in my hands. I’d been standing at the side of the door, out of sight when she’d come in; the perfect place to surprise her.

“Mhmm, I really like your outfit today, Rachel.”

Her more casual style was really attractive, with so much of her personality contributing to her well-considered aesthetic. It was a shame she couldn’t hear my compliments, but oh well…

It was a short walk to Heather’s closet, before Rachel’s skin was liberated from its clothes as they were stashed among all of Heather’s. Standing, surrounded by all those cosplay outfits in such a large walk-in closet, a peculiar desire came to me;

I could just hang Rachel up… wear her whenever I want. Heather doesn’t even need money; a few streams a week as her and I’ll make more than enough to live in luxury. And then I can start my own collection, just like Candida did. Maybe I could have Lisa, or Emmy… or one of my flatmates, that bitch Jessica, or Grace, the shy girl…

I shuddered as the perverted desire filtered though me, seemingly made even more enticing by how evil the greed of it all was.

No… it’s bad enough doing this to one or two people, yet alone a whole collection of them. I haven’t become that corrupt yet.

Still though, a part of me couldn’t help but think in another life I probably could have wound up wearing all of those girls, maybe even stealing their identities and making them my main home. I’d already been so hard to leave Lisa’s life… maybe if things had gone differently, I wouldn’t have had anywhere near the resolve to do so.

Shaking myself out from my daydreams, I carried Rachel’s naked skinsuit into the bedroom and lay her beside Gareth’s, looking over them. It was so strange how quickly turning real people into these wearable skins had become normal to me, but still all it took was acknowledging how unnatural it was to work a shiver of pervy excitement through me again.

Now… time to try something new.

Peeling Gareth’s front open, I started working Rachel’s skin inside his, almost like putting a shirt inside a hoodie while you were wearing neither. It was awkward, and not really intuitive at all, but I figured like anything if I did this enough it would likely become easy with time.

Fumbling around inside his legs, I lined up Rachel’s black nail polish tipped toes inside Gareth’s, before following suit with her hands. It was kind of a strange sight even beyond the obvious bizarre nature of a skinsuit; Gareth was an attractive guy, but removed from his 80s/90s European raver style clothes he could easily pass for just another non-distinctive handsome man.

Rachel on the other hand… between the make-up, the dyed hair and even just the body that seemed to have been almost designed to be ideal for an alt girl aesthetic, gave the impression that she’d turn heads no matter how she was dressed. Covering up such a distinctive look with one relatively more normal gave me a shudder of pleasure; the gap between their appearances, and knowing one would be experiencing the others life, was really hot to me.

It would be the same if I was working Gareth inside of Rachel’s skinsuit; that gap effect being so hot. Still though, I wanted to surprise Rachel rather than Gareth. She’d been the one who had accepted me, and the one who’d offered her skin to me freely… even if it was just to satisfy her own perversions, generosity like that deserved a reward.

Finishing by working her face inside Gareth’s, I had the thought that some of her make-up was going to rub off inside of him… her lipstick coloring the inside of his lips, her eyeshadow rubbing off a little around the inside of his own eyes. It wouldn’t effect the transformation, but… it was hot to think about.

“Now… let’s see if this works.”

Spines re-emerging from Heather’s dainty fingers, I stabbed Rachel’s skin, exposed through the gap still in Gareth’s chest, and let her soul flow out of it. Her body began to reform, in its undeniably feminine profile, Gareth’s masculine skin being filled by a woman’s shape.

“Wow… what a pervy sight.”

His chest started reforming as my hands left the cavity, sinews pulling either side together and returning him to his unbroken exterior, before the magic of his skinsuit began working on Rachel’s body below. Within minutes, a sleeping Gareth had been totally restored to all his masculine glory on the bed, just with a delicious goth girl filling at his center.

It really worked… oh, this is too perfect…

A huge grin took my features, Heather’s perfect smile managing to make my own joyous, fiendish expression look cute even after what I’d done.

Now… to get something else ready…

“Mhmm… what happened…?”

Rachel slowly started coming back to consciousness, a warm feeling of bliss suffusing her limbs and leaving her in that confused stupor one can find themselves in after a long, perfect nap. It took a few minutes of basking like that, moving only slightly, before her eyes flicked open and found themselves taking in the view of Heather’s bedroom ceiling.

“Wait… Heather’s room?”

All at once, it came rushing back. The skinwalker, the rave, losing it after waking up in the toilets… the pang of sadness that had existed there ever since it had left was just as tangible and fresh as it had been last night, now that the memories had returned.

Still though… the last thing she remembered she’s been on her way to Heather’s… had she fainted?

“Heyyy big boy. You were really special last night, so I think you deserve this.”

Rachel’s melancholy was broken by the cheerful and flirty voice of Heather, standing at the door with a tray. Rachel leaned up in bed, still not totally awake, as Heather sat the tray on her lap. An omelette with little fried mushrooms at the side and buttered toast was presented. It smelled delicious.

“Hmm, hmm, I may have already eaten mine, and I’d say it turned out perfect! I’m not your girlfriend, of course, but maybe sometimes I don’t mind spoiling you like this.”

Heather looked so cute as she said it, a mix of doting pride and embarrassed affection flitting around her face. Rachel’s heart melted a little seeing her best friend act like this, before she reached out to grab the cutlery and felt her heartrate double at the sight of her hands.

Gone were the slim, pale fingers with their adornment of black nail polish, replaced with a man’s broader hands, the hairs along the arm lit up a golden blond in the light.

“Huh?? What the fuck?”

This same hands flew to the new man’s chest, feeling pectorals and a complete lack of boobs, before rushing downstairs and immediately feeling a new and rapidly hardening lower organ.

“My, my… ready again so soon?”

Heather’s blushing face looked bashful as she glanced at the tented sheets forming, Gareth’s cock firing to life. His face was an expression of confusion giving way to lust, Rachel inside his skin being taken by the sudden eroticism of the moment as her natural proclivity to deep perversion overwhelmed her disbelief at the impossibility before her.

Wrapped inside Heather’s skin, I watched with deep satisfaction and an even deeper thrill as Rachel started acclimatizing to the skin I’d put her in. Gareth and Heather, two lovers, the DJ and the cosplay girl… now just being worn like costumes across gender lines, Gareth being filled by a goth girl whilst my male form had slithered inside Heather’s sexy curves. Biting her plump, soft bottom lip, I found myself contemplating whether or not we should just skip breakfast, and get straight into showing Rachel all the pleasures a man’s skin could give her…