Switching skins

“Wow, really?”

I just laughed, stretching her mouth wider as I began to work my shoulders through. Losing the pull of her indulgent breasts on my chest, and feeling the prickle of goose bumps appear on my uninspired masculine body was a let-down, but I persevered.

“Of course, dude. I mean, I’m still going to come up with some creative punishments for you, don’t worry. Just, I won’t be abandoning you here to try and sneak out naked. Not even I am that cruel.”

My paler skin looked almost sickly compared to the tan Megan enjoyed, goosebumps spreading under the surface as I pulled my chest through her lips. I was grateful the bathroom was so loud, the muffled pulsing of dance music almost vibrating the walls as the women in here talked up a storm.

It’s really helping mask the sounds of our “outfit change”.

“Megan… that’s her name, right? She’s really pretty…”

He bit his lip a little, glancing at the partially deflated lady I was sloughing off.

“She feels even better inside, actually.”

I mused, before roughly pulling down on Grace’s head. Jimmy gasped, the unexpected **** dragging Grace’s partially deflated body off his own at the waist. He winced a little, extracting his hands from hers, feeling the absence of her breasts on his now male chest with a gloomy expression.

“I’m going to miss feeling those…”

“Ehehe, don’t worryyy. You’ll be getting another pair in a minute.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but find his reactions so relatable and cute. I couldn’t tell if it was the elation at getting Grace back and not having to deal with someone totally unpleasant inside her, or the joy of finding my best friend was a man after my own heart, but I was feeling incredible.

At least internally. I shivered as I slid my legs out of Megan, now standing naked in the stall. Being all me again seemed to give an increasingly familiar sense of misery, one only tempered by the knowledge that soon I’d be back inside a woman’s skinsuit. I threw the empty shape of the party loving slut on Jimmy before I turned to Hannah, pulling her against me and kissing her deeply.

Under the influence of my mind controlling saliva, she just moaned in my mouth, as my dick ballooned up hard, poking her upper thigh. Standing totally nude in the furthest stall of the women’s toilets at a club, making out with a pretty thrall like this felt so fiendish, but there was a greedy, possessive thrill to it as well.

I broke the kiss, looking at the pliant, ecstatic expression on her pretty face. Her light brown hair had an attractive, shiny quality, and hidden a little under her make-up I could tell she had a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Hannah really was a beautiful girl, just like Megan, and even though she was a club girl too I had a feeling if she remixed her style she could be a real “girl next door” type.

I wonder if that was who she was before coming to this city? Maybe she fell in with the more experienced Megan, and got a little wild.

“Oh wow… she feels really good. Here, ehm. This belongs to you.”

I glanced to the side, seeing Megan’s upper body restored, an expression halfway between bated wonder and unsure adaption. Nails tipped with lengthy acrylics trailed her throat, her new occupant getting used to her voice. It was a little deeper and huskier than the light, sweet, shy girl tones Grace used, but it carried a certain experienced sexiness too.

Her other hand was extending the vacant skinsuit of that shy girl to me now. My heart leapt in my chest as I grasped her, holding her deflated face as I raked my eyes over her empty shell.

Grace…

I remembered how she’d looked at that party, so insecure as I’d approached wearing the skin of her bully. Teasing her, kissing her, finding out she was bisexual. Seeing a whole new world of the shy girl I lived with, beyond the quiet anxiety she normally presented. And that body! Who knew buried under the atmosphere of seclusion she was hiding the form of a voluptuous Goddess.

I’d been so upset when she’d vanished, my shy girl skinsuit stolen even as I’d had my fun inside that bitch Jessica. Maybe it was the possessive gluttony I feared my skinwalker side was infecting me with, or maybe it was just the twisted desire to see life from inside Grace’s skin, but I couldn’t help but feel an ownership over her now.

As I peeled open her back, seeing the low light of the nightclub toilets penetrate inside and highlight some of the warm pink of her slimy interior, it felt like I was coming home. I thrust my legs in, greedily hurrying to take her body totally as my own. Within an instant, I was standing with her legs, pulling her chest tight to my own with her arms, before finally slipping my face into hers, feeling the press of her nose, her lips, her cheeks all from within.

Sinews of willing flesh closed along my back, an organic knit leaving pure, fresh skin without a trace of entry as a heat and the lightest of steam sealed me within her shape. It was Grace’s almond shaped eyes I opened to the cubicle, the fake lashes Jimmy had added surrounding them as I looked down at my body.

Indulgent breasts spilled out between my fingers, the needy flesh unable to be contained as I felt up my freshly gained assets. “My” bikini top had become loose as I got inside Grace, and I relished bending over to pick it up, knowing how my ass would look and loving the sensation of my snakeskin miniskirt riding up as I did so.

“Damn… someone’s feeling confident.”

Megan’s voice sounded bratty and teasing, as I looked to the side. It seemed Jimmy was getting settled into her role, lounging with legs crossed in his stolen skinsuit. Now there was no sign of anything unnatural about the scene we were in, just three hot girls in the same cubicle.

“I think I’m feeling ready to get out there and hit the club.”

I tossed my hair to the side, enjoying the feeling of it on my bare shoulders as I tied my bikini top back on.

“Are you ready too, bitch?”

I giggled, play acting a brat too. I could tell Jimmy loved it, Megan standing to join me. Now that we’d swapped skins, I was reminded that…