Take one of the partygoers

One of the nightclub attendees… that made the most sense.

That’s the option that leaves me free to search around, rather than getting caught up with a bouncers work, or trying to play a show. Maybe someone from the que?

Nah, that really isn’t going to work…

I looked at the poor unfortunates trapped in the que, a mix of single guys like myself, or people who had been deemed too unattractive to get in the first time round and were plucky enough to try again.

None of them are ideal, I’d just as easily get in as myself. Not to mention…

The que wasn’t exactly a stealthy place to try turning someone into a skinsuit. These powers gave a lot of leeway to how they could be used, but so obvious a horrorshow would get the police, or worse, here in no time. The stakes were higher still, as I was here as myself; no skin around me to act as a disguise, and as a patsy for my potential crimes.

I shuddered just a little, discomfort flashing through me for a moment as I caught myself thinking so selfishly. It’d been so natural, no pause for any kind of morals, the cold calculated consideration of using another person’s skin and not caring what happened to them after, as long as I got away.

Maybe these powers are warping me more subtly that I thought, changing my thought patterns without me even noticing how deep they’re going…

No! This is all for Grace! Anyone could be wearing her in there, taking her body for a joyride! Only I can stop them and get her back!

I tried to shake off my distracting inner conflict as I walked away from the nightclub, into the alleys surrounding it, hoping I could find something that could help, or at the very least collect my thoughts. I paid little heed to the dark gloom of the alley, walking without much of a thought, only starting to notice a few things as I got deeper in it.

Firstly, the lack of fear; before all of this, I surely would have thought twice about coming down a near pitch dark alley alone, but now I didn’t pay it any thought.

After all, what are the chances I’ll run into a bigger monster than me down here?

A smile somewhere between sardonic and sad crossed my features for just a moment at that reminder of my lessening humanity, before I recognized some of the less immediate perks. My movements, for whatever reason, had shifted to being much more graceful now that I was so alone, a marked yet **** difference from my ordinary walk. I was moving silently, the subtle differences in how to place ones feet and the necessary amount of **** to put in each step coming without thought.

The darkness too, was much less impenetrable than I remembered it being last week. I could see quite comfortably, and from even some distance, my ears were picking up the sounds all through the alleyway and even through the wall of the club, and I felt if I concentrated, I could almost hear…

… voices.

Instantly and silently, I moved my body lower as I slid into the darkest shadow cast by the far wall, moving around bins and further as I closed in.

Who would be back here at this time?

As I glanced back, I could see I wasn’t so deep into the alleyway to be an unrealistic distance from the entrance for a partygoer to travel, but I was still deep in regardless.

“Hurry up, ughhh I can’t believe you!”

“What? I said I needed to in the apartment before we left, but ohhhh we just had to go right at that moment! The taxi’s waiting, the taxi’s waiting! You couldn’t have waited even just a minute longer?”

“No, actually, Hannah! I like to be on time! Especially for Tiger beach, this is my favorite club, okay, and I absolutely, ab-so-lutely, was not going to miss the grand re-opening.”

“Well, look at you now. Doing exactly the same as me, here in this alleyway. Not so high and mighty are you, ‘Queen Megan’, even while you’re so quick to judge me!”

“Ugghhhh, girl you know I have a small bladder, I can’t be seeing you relieving yourself without feeling the need for me.”

“Hmpf!”

“And I mean, we are besties, so of course we’re going to pee together!”

“Ugh, fine. I guuueesss that’s true. Let’s just hurry up so we can get in there!”

Huddled down in the darkness, close enough now, I could see the two owners of those bickering voices. Two girls squatted in the darkness, bikini bottoms off, while they relieved themselves against the wall.

The first girl who’d spoken, who’s name was apparently Megan, was a shorter, curvier girl with nice thighs and hair that almost had a dipped dyed affect. Blonde at its extremities, it was wavy down her back, but the closer to her head the more her natural dark color revealed itself. She seemed energetic, slightly more than the other girl, even though it seemed they sparked off each other very well, exhibiting all the signs of easy familiarity that a great deal of experiences together must have given them.

The other girl, Hannah, was a Brunette of medium height and build and a slightly shyer vibe that Megan, but even then, I got the impression neither of these young women were strangers to the party scene. The two of them were fake tanned with well contoured make-up, and gave off the impression they were halfway between attending a beach bash or a Kardashian inspired dress up event.

Both of them were hot, even as I watched them wipe up the remains of their pee with some pads taken from Megan’s cross body bag.

Wow… I feel like such a pervert watching this.

I might have felt a great deal of embarrassment at acting so voyeuristically, if I hadn’t been getting off with female orgasms from a shampoo bottle in my flatmates skin and other ultra pervy escapades so recently. As it stood now, these two women represented my perfect ticket into the nightclub, and to hopefully finding the imposter masquerading as Grace.

I tried to ignore my boner as I steeled myself for what was about to happen.

“Mhmm, so embarrassing…”

“Huh? Hannah, it was you who insisted we go here like tramps instead of actually waiting to get into the club and use the toilets there. It’s not like we aren’t hot enough just to skip the-”

“Oh my God!”

Hannah was just able to get a prayer out, sudden fear clouding her mind as she took a step back, unable to process what she was seeing. A sudden blur erupted from the darkness, a hand coming ever so slightly into lighter shadow, just enough to make out long, sharp points emerging from each fingertip, before they found their purchase in Megan’s soft skin.

“Hu--!”

Megan barely had time to get a syllable out before she was pumped full of skinwalker fluid, a hand reaching for her friend, before each finger lost definition and fell away, hollow. Enough fluid pumped into Megan, the shadow closed the distance and took the stunned Hannah to the ground, so strong, co-ordinated and careful it made sure not to hurt her as she tumbled onto the floor.

Her mouth opened to scream, only to be met by a stranger’s tongue, saliva filling her as it explored her mouth. It was so strange, suddenly, it was like a warmth blossomed into her just a little, a happy peaceful feeling loosening her muscles a little, as the hot kiss became incredibly pleasurable, more and more saliva entering her, her eyes glazing over, face taking on an appearance of bliss.

“Hmm, so… a little skinwalker fluid helps the mind control work in situations like this.”

Steam rose from Hannah’s arm as a single spine left it, the puncture healing without a trace. She lay, relaxed, as I got up over her, interested my little experiment had worked, before I extended my hand and helped her to her feet.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Ughh… yesh… yeah.”

She sounded a little unsure, stumbling a little and swaying, under the heavy effects of the powerful chemicals, or magic, or however the fluids I’d put into her worked. Mind controlling saliva, administered orally, with just a small hit of Skinwalker fluid injected; not enough to make her deflate, but just enough to make her happy, dazed and compliant until the saliva made her suitably obedient.

“Who… who are you?”

She asked, not in any way that said she’d remember, almost more like she’d been struck by cupids arrow after seeing a crush, and it was the first thing to come out of her mouth.

“I’m Megan.”

I smiled at her, before I started taking off my clothes. It was cool in the alley, and I knew I should be shivering and uncomfortable doing this, but I was on such a massive high after what I’d just done I only felt exhilarated. I could tell the skinwalker side of me loved this, and with so many endorphins rushing through my head, I felt a deep temptation to start fully loving it as well.

“M-Megan? You don’t quite look like yourself, but… I can’t quite make you out…?”

She squinted a little trying to see some details, the darkness and deep gloom of the alley preventing her from making out more that the vaguest details of me. Seeing her struggle in this low light really emphasized just how much better my vision had really gotten, seeing with excellent clarity as I plucked up Megan’s skinsuit and peeled open its back.

“Like, shut up Hannah! Just because I tried something new with my make-up doesn’t mean I’m a different person!”

It was still my voice, but it was all Megan’s pitch and inflection as I said it, channeling her personality now that I had her soul inside for me to wear. I knew I’d be like her in every other way in just a moment.

My right leg disappeared into her shorter one, the warm, slimy inside of her skinsuit gripping my flesh as the space between my toes were pinched into hers. My left leg followed suit, making sure I kept my own feet resting on top of my shoes before they entered Megan.

I don’t want to drag any dirt inside her skinsuit, after all.

It was probably a moot point compared to the basic evil of turning someone into a suit in the first place, but I figured I’d at least be a little polite about these things. Now that both feet were inside, I pulled her thighs and butt over mine, starting to feel the tight compression as my legs were compounded into her shorter ones, mingled with the strange, expansive feeling of my own thighs seeming to plump up and grow to fill her thicker ones.

Strangest of all, of course, was what came next. The outline of my hard cock stretched against Megan’s skin from the inside, almost aching for release, then getting pulled down before it started. The insane, sudden pressure; the crazy inversion as all the length of my dick rocked back to nothing, a low moan and gasp leaving my mouth involuntarily. Then the pressure truly inverted, the overwhelming and all-consuming feeling of Megan’s pussy and womb spearing inside me, her reproductive organs fully taking the place of mine as her skinsuit made me all woman.

I panted, sweating just a little now despite the cold, composing myself after feeling such intensity.

That always feels so freaky, but…

Already, I could feel the pussy I’d just stolen for my own begin getting hot and wet inside, my arousal at what was happening and my fetish filled lust at getting inside a woman’s body again crashing together.

…I think I love it…

I hurried to get the rest of her on, Megan’s hands eagerly being filled by my own, and soon I was flexing acrylic nail tipped fingers on smaller arms. Positioning her chest, another moan left my mouth at the new found weight as her breasts stuck to my chest, feeling igniting in them as they inflated.

“Wow…”

They felt so plush as I gave them an appreciative squeeze, the fake tan not changing the true pink color of Megan’s nipples as I enjoyed feeling up my new assets.

They must be D-cups…

Megan seemed to have a similar build to Grace now that I thought about it, her breasts and ass maybe being a little smaller, while she was a little taller too, but overall their builds were similar enough. I thought about it as I pushed my face into hers, feeling the pinch of her smaller features as I aligned the nose and the chin, and enjoying how plush and soft her lips felt, even from the inside.

The pressure rose with the tightness, sinews pulling together at the back of my head with just a little heat as her skinsuit naturally sealed me inside it, leaving me indistinguishable from the original Megan. The pressure built as my vision went white, and when I opened my eyes, I knew the transformation was complete.

Now that all my senses had been linked up, I became aware of a certain heat dripping from in between my pussy and ass, a blush rushing to my new face.

Megan had been wiping when I’d turned her...

“OMG Hannah, like, hand me one of those pads already!”

The voice that came out was so girly and embarrassed, I couldn’t help but enjoy the roleplay as Hannah handed me a pad. I wiped front to back, some of the pussy juice from my own arousal mingling with the remains of Megan’s own piss, soft skin tingling as the material passed over freshly realized female anatomy.

“Oh, uh, yeah, haha, sorry! I don’t know why I spaced out for a sec there. What were we doing?”

She replied sheepish and a little dazed, sliding her own bikini bottom back in place before following it with a pair of daisy dukes.

“We were just, uhm, relieving ourselves, because someone didn’t go back at the apartment!”

I slid right back into the pairs friendly bickering as I replaced Megan’s own bikini bottom, getting a huge erotic thrill from how snugly it sat, and how the feeling of it was a permanent reminder that I was all girl down there now.

“Ughh, we’ve been over this already, you wouldn’t stop hurrying me!”

Hannah whined as I zipped Megan’s miniskirt up, completing her slutty, beachy, barely there outfit.

“Yeah, because we have to go to the club, okay! Like, are you ready, already?”

I kicked my male clothes into a dubious hiding place underneath a dumpster, before grabbing Hannah's hand as I pulled her to the entrance. Re-emerging, the streetlights illuminated the two girls, one now subtly being mind controlled, while the other had been reduced to nothing more than my outfit, ready to get my uncool male self inside this exclusive club, bound tightly in the skin of a sexy slut…