Showing “Jessica” off to her friends

“You want to know how it feels to be popular, right?”

I turned to “Jessica” with a wolfish grin.

“Y-yeah.”

“You’re in luck babe. I’m one of the most popular girls on campus, and since you’re currently wearing my face, that means you are too. A ready made selection of friends, all hotties of course.”

I puffed out my chest, acting smug and conceited, role-playing as the bitchy, self absorbed girl whose identity I’d stolen.

“I’m not sure if I’m really up to being you, Jessica. I mean, I get nervous around people, and my hands get a little shaky, and I can never meet people’s gazes…”

I just rolled my eyes with an exaggerated sigh.

“Oh, get over yourself already! How many times do I have to tell you, you’re literally a bad bitch right now. Come over here.”

I grabbed her shoulders, centering her so she could see our reflections in the glass of the wall mounted kitchen cabinets.

“Now. Tell me what you see.”

“I see… myself, looking really kinda slutty…”

“Ehem! Really sexy, actually! Okay, yes, and slutty too, but it’s fun, so. Look at yourself, okay dummy?”

Her eyes focused on her breasts, perky and gorgeous, shown off in all their glory in that tight latex dress. Then her face, immaculately made up, looking every inch the hot seductress. Her foundation couldn’t cover how much she was blushing, pupils dilating as she looked at Jessica’s face.

Is she that attracted to me?

My heart got so warm seeing just how much all of this was affecting her, Grace’s clear attraction to the body she was in filling me with a flattered, almost giddy happiness. I barely even noticed how easily I’d taken to thinking of Jessica as “me”.

And what’s the harm in thinking like that? Her skin, her identity, even her very soul all belong to me now. If I want to use her as my main skin, I will. I make a better Jessica than her any day.

“A really… a really pretty girl. Beautiful red hair, and, ehm, a really cute face, and a sexy body…”

Grace was gushing, struggling to vocalize how she felt. I giggled with satisfaction, hearing her be honest for once was really quite enjoyable.

“And Grace? That girl is you. For tonight, why don’t you just be Jessica? You have my blessing.”

I slapped her ass, feeling it jiggle a little under my touch as she made a startled squeaking noise, that rough touch making her blush even fiercer.

“Oh, and before we go. Here.”

I handed her a shot, holding one in my own acrylic nailed fingers too.

“What is this?”

“It’s for luck! Don’t worry about it.”

I gave her a toast and she followed my lead downing it, before we both gagged, pulling grossed out faces.

“Y-yuck!! What was that!”

“Sambuca. It tastes like licorice but evil. Eyyyuhhhh. Yeah. It is really gross using your mouth too, actually.”

I snatched her hand before she could react too much and lead her in the direction of her friends, the clack of our heels being lost in the pulsing music. The slightly invasive feeling of eyes on us followed along, some hapless guys scattered around the crowd watching with mixes of lust and wonder.

Am I becoming more conceited and vain? It makes me feel so powerful. Being the hot girl, being so obviously desired, even being objectified and put on a pedestal as a sex symbol. Why am I such a slut when I wear a girl’s skin?

I squeezed Grace’s hand with a cheeky smile as I looked back at her. I knew she could feel it too. Maybe it was because she knew there were different consequences in Jessica’s body, and that her actions wouldn’t have the same possible detrimental affect on “Grace Miura”. Or maybe it was her own attraction to Jessica, making her accept and believe how hot she was now when she never could in her own body. But either way, she was starting to open up, starting to walk with more of a strut, starting to get in the groove Jessica’s body encouraged its wearer to get into.

“Oh my God, is that Jessica! I knew you would be here!”

A voice tinged with a slightly nasal valley girl inflection called out, as a girl who was artificially tanned with bleach blonde hair approached and pulled Jessica into a hug. Grace gasped at the sudden contact, really not used to strangers getting so immediately intimate.

“H-Hey…!”

She muttered breathlessly, while Jessica’s other friend approached in a calmer way.

“Hey girl. Looking fabulous. That black latex, oh my God.”

Her smile was radiant as I checked her out, a gorgeous black girl with a toned body. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders as she rested her hand on her hip, oozing confidence.

“Thank you! Ehm…”

Oh yeah, she doesn’t know their names. I’d better help her.

I squeezed in close to Grace, leaning over and whispering in her ear.

“Hey! The blonde is Becky, and the black girl is Naomi. They’re my friends, so that means they are yours now, okay Jessica? Just tell them I’m shy so that’s why I’m whispering to you.”

I giggled in her ear, continuing.

“They’ll believe it, after all, right now aren’t I Grace, the shy girl?”

I could see her blushing, the confident, possessive way I claimed her name as my own seeming exciting to her. I wondered if maybe she was getting off on our swap, the idea causing a certain needy pulse to emanate from between my thighs. Grace took a deep breath, pausing for a moment. Maybe it was my enhanced senses, but through the points where our skin touched I felt her heartbeat, the elevated rush of blood, her nerves made manifest in her physiology.

The pause lingered, my own nerves rocketing upwards, the momentary silence beginning to stretch towards awkwardness. I know I’d asked a lot of Grace, pushing her to overcome her shyness in a very strange and intense way, but I knew she could do it. I just hoped she knew she could too.

“Hey girls, it’s so good to see you! This is my friend Grace, she is quite shy so I decided to doll her up and take her out.”

I gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm, grinning despite myself. Her delivery wasn’t perfect, it sounded too sweet to have been the real Jessica. But of course, no-one would suspect her body was filled with a different soul, so I didn’t have to worry too much about what we’d done being discovered.

“Awww, aren’t you just adorable!”

Becky gushed as she looked me over, appreciating my appearance.

“So pretty, it’s lovely to meet you Grace.”

Naomi gave me a warm smile, before Becky turned to Grace.

“That’s our Jessica, always looking out for those in need!”

The shy girl in her bully’s skin turned to me with a skeptical look, while internally I was agreeing. Clearly Jessica’s friends had quite a distorted view of her.

“Anywayyy Jessica, you have to tell us where you’ve been these past few days! We’ve missed you!”

“Spending all your time with Grace?”

Naomi turned to me, continuing:

“But, you’re stunning, so I get it. Hopefully we can get a lot closer…”

“I’d really like that! A-and actually, since we all want to have a good time, I was thinking…”

Grace’s soft voice left my lips, sounding so sincere as I role-played being shy. I reached to the table beside them, filling the shot glasses that lay there before handing them to each of the girls.

“Wooo, Gracie, I like the way you think!”

“I think you’ve found a keeper, Jessica.”

The friends eagerly accepted the shots, smiling and laughing, before Becky raised a toast.

“To Grace, and her guardian angel, Jessica! Wooo!”

Becky’s excited holler was cut off as she took the shot, the rest of use following suit.