Slutty party dresses and lingerie

Mhmm, Grace’s everyday clothes are already kind of sexy, in a bookish, librarian way… but they also don’t exactly stand out. They’re attractive in an accidentally sexy way, or like making the everyday attractive for their connection to the women who wear them. What I need now, are some real showstopper outfits…

My smile grew as I fantasized about them, all kinds of tight dresses and barely there skirts. I could feel Jessica’s sensibilities approve massively, her own penchant for dressing slutty matching perfectly with my craving to. Not to mention, outfits like that demand to be worn in the appropriate setting:

“Buying dresses like that is the perfect excuse to go party tonight, and of course to get ‘Jessica’ to fall further into her role.”

My mind made up, I strutted into a store I remembered keenly from Jessica’s memories, one of her very favorites to buy the kind of dresses and lingerie she loved so dearly. Club music was playing in the interior of a store that treaded the line between confidently scandalous and coquettishly classy, with features like exposed brick walls yet marble display tables.

Exposed hangers carried all sorts of dresses, each one seemingly designed to maximize the sex appeal of its wearer, while some had hints of class enough to elevate the store further still. Seeing me walk in, one of the shop attendants immediately seemed to brighten up, approaching me.

“Oh my God, aren’t you just the cutest!”

The shop assistant practically skipped over to me, eyes roving over me. She was a bright and pretty young woman, her name tag reading “Jade”, as she grew closer.

“Looking for something in particular today, or…?”

I tapped my chin a little, knowing how cute a motion like that would look on Grace. A part of me had thought about acting like her, roleplaying as the shy girl trying to push herself beyond her comfort zone.

But I think it’ll be more fun to roleplay instead as Jessica, after stealing Grace’s skin… so confident and in charge.

“Mhmm, actually I really am. I’ve been thinking about trying some new looks, something sexy and fun. I have a lot of parties coming up, so I really want to look my best.”

Pilfering Jessica’s memories effortlessly, I already knew which parts of the shop I wanted to visit. I let Jade follow me as I wandered the aisles, taking command of the flow of conversation with the natural sweeping dominance so typical of the red head whose soul I was wearing.

“I’m thinking of getting a few dresses to start with, some heels too, and I’ll definitely need something special underneath. Be a dear and hold this… aaannnd this one, and ohhh… yes. Now this is what I’m talking about.”

A wicked grin crossed my face as I loaded Jade’s arms up with my choices, each one scratching a peculiar joint itch; Jessica’s sexy aesthetic preferences mixed perfectly with my own fetishistic craving to look the part of a hot, slutty girl.

“Wow, you really know how to take command, and you’ve got a real eye for style. I can’t remember seeing you here before, but it’s like you’re a regular.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“Hmm?”

“Never mind. Here, give me those dresses and bring those heels, and those ones, and the Louboutins as well.”

I rattled off orders, Grace’s soft voice taking on an interesting quality, like being whipped with silk. She sounded so sweet and quiet normally, but infused with Jessica’s assertiveness it was like her tone took on an energy that was weirdly irresistible, a more subtle kind of power compared to Jessica normally.

Within less than a minute, I was in the changing room with the dresses I’d chosen, and the heels arrayed on the floor, excitement coursing through me.

Right now, “Jessica” is probably working diligently in class… while “Grace” is getting dressed up all slutty for a night of debauchery.

The role reversal is way too delicious…

Within seconds, Grace’s clothes lay on the floor as I posed naked, bending over and feeling her breasts jiggle, swinging my hair over my shoulder, letting my hand squeeze my ass. The stolen skin I was wrapped up tight in was way too sexy. I shivered a little, somewhere between lust and excitement as I enjoyed seeing the busty short-stack Asian beauty in the mirror.

The next twenty minutes were a whirlwind of vanity and self-indulgence as I slipped into tight dresses and elevated myself with heels. Seeing how one made my tits look incredible, while another had a skirt so tight, it left nothing to the imagination, the way my hips flared out and my thighs looked so mouth-watering.

Feeling the way the material hugged my body too, the tight, almost alien sensation of a latex skirt, the way the light caught on the gleaming sparkles of a metallic silver dress that made me appear draped in cold starlight, and the comfy constriction of purple bodycon that highlighted every inch of my beauty.

It’s all so perfect~

Jade’s eyes widened as I strutted out with a big smile.

“So, did you like any-”

“I’ll take them.”

“Oh, that’s great! Which ones?”

I gave her a cute, innocuous little smile as I produced Grace’s credit card.

“All of them, of course.”

“Ah, what a day.”

The zing of chilled, sugary caffeine filled my mouth as I sipped from the ultra-sweet iced coffee in my hands, so much foam and extra drizzles of flavoring added to it, it was practically unrecognizable compared to something like an Americano.

I sighed contentedly, before letting an indulgent, slightly sadistic grin take my pretty face. Long, dark acrylic nails incorporating complex yet classy designs decorated my fingernails, admiring the job the nail tech had done on them. I shifted my weight in my heels, before letting my eyes drift up to the shop window.

The young woman who stared back was a world away from the shy girl who’d inhabited this skin last night. A skin-tight black dress hugged my curves, as patent black platform heels adorned dainty feet. Expensive makeup highlighted an already stunning look, yet drew out a totally different woman from the one who used to wear this face. Gone was the awkward and introverted Grace who struggled to even talk to shopkeepers, in her place was a sexually confident bad girl with enough attitude to run the world and look sexy doing it.

“Like, I look so totally like the club girl slut of any guy’s dreams~”

I giggled, loving how the soft, sweet voice of Grace took on such a teasing, satin smooth quality when it was me using it. I fluffed my hair, the glossy quality of its waves catching the light. I’d had it professionally done of course, remixing Grace’s natural straight look and even adding a blonde streak. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but I definitely felt it added an extra bit of attitude.

“I can’t wait till she sees my little upgrades…”