The Green Door

I had a good feeling about the green door

Should I kick the door in all dramatically, or…?

I decided to choose the stealthier option, opening the door quietly as I slipped inside. I found myself in a dark and messy room, clothes, mainly colored black, strewn all over the floor. The walls were covered in posters of videogames and anime, while the drawn curtains sealed out any natural light that might try and make it’s way in here.

Hmm, this place is pretty dirty… maybe I should try one of the other doors?

Sheepish thoughts of finding a cleaner host flitted around my mind, but the choice had been made for me already. Sitting at a wide, old wooden desk, a little hunched over a three expensive looking monitors and a multi-coloured keyboard, was the rooms owner.

“Huh, what?”

She spun around a little awkwardly, her heavy gamer chair not really that conducive to fast movement, while her sluggish reactions prevented her from moving too fast. I could see her desk and the overflowing bin beside it was filled with empty cans of monster energy and old packs of skittles and doritos, typical easy junk food beloved by gamers.

Her skin was pale, not pale in a natural way necessarily, rather in a way that made her look a little sick or under the weather. It was clear she wasn’t getting enough daylight, or enough sleep either, from the heavy dark bags under her eyes. Her brown hair was messy, rolling down and pooling over her black hoodie in disorganized waves, while her old and slightly tattered leggings terminated in novelty bunny slippers that had clearly seen better days.

The look was completed with the chunky glasses perched on her nose, that made it harder to see her eyes with all the screen glare. She opened her mouth, then closed it, before starting to say something to the stranger who’d entered her room. I sighed, before moving in a blur, closing the distance between us with blistering speed I was only capable of through skinwalker enhancements.

“WHA-”

She started, sudden panic coming much too late before the skinwalker spines found their place in her neck, rushing inside of her. I rested my hands on her shoulder while she deflated, look of delayed terror giving way to a strange look of peace, a restfulness coming to her like a long overdue opportunity to sleep, finally nodding off.

Now standing over her vacant shell, I sighed as I looked over the room, and the skin of the girl I was about to become for the foreseeable future.

It’s not necessarily ideal… when you get a power like this, you naturally start thinking of taking aspirational skins; The beautiful, the rich, the strong, the powerful. This girl wouldn’t necessarily be anyone’s first choice…

But then again…

Other thoughts came to me, a rush of possibilities in this new identity.

I could clean her up? Put her on a better path for life, give her healthier habits and start turning things around for her?

Hmm, but… living her life just as she would really would be the perfect disguise. No one would ever suspect me of stealing her skin, a girl who seems a little weird in a bad way, but normal or less than in every other.

I felt my dick get hard and strain against my jeans as these thoughts deepened, rushing in my head and building a strange, erotic lust.

There’s a real pleasure to being a perfect, gorgeous girl. Someone smart and capable and beloved; someone like Lisa. But being a girl like this, a normal, nerdy, awkward girl, someone people wouldn’t necessarily look at twice… there’s a real pervy thrill to that too.

I pulled her skinsuit out of her tatty clothes, finally getting a full look at her body.

Oh…. Wew…

I was met with a slightly sweet and sour smell, the tanginess of a girl who evidently hadn’t washed in a few days. I buried my nose in her deflated armpit, confirming the smell, drawing it in deeply.

This is a little gross but… why is it getting me so hard? Uhh, there’s such an intimacy to seeing such a natural thing like this, especially when it’s a little embarrassing.

Speaking of natural, she was sporting a full bush down below. No shaving, no grooming, no laser. Her pubic hair was entirely grown out around her slit, as my fingers ran through it, a pervy thrill running through my body at the experience of feeling such an intimate place.

Deep inside me, a sudden, carnal desire to violate this literally dirty girl bubbled up, my dick throbbing a little as a little precum leaked from the tip. Unable to resist, I peeled open her lips and threw her clothes and my own aside to join the mess on the floor. Sitting on her gamer chair, my male body fully naked, I shoved my aching cock into her deflated mouth, using my hand wrapped around the back of her head to give some structure.

My fingers sunk into her messy hair as I moaned, the feeling of my sensitive cock being subsumed into her warm, saliva filled mouth feeling like heaven. The head of it slid over the length of her wet tongue, a wonderfully tactile sensation, before I started getting into a rhythm. Her lips were a little chapped, but that slight roughness just added a little more texture that I even enjoyed in the moment.

Thrusting in and out, I tightened my grip, the soft sides of her mouth fully encasing my member as I shivered in pleasure. Sweat started beading up across my body, on my chest, my armpits and on the soles of my feet, the heat from the tower of her PC just adding to the heat of the moment. I closed my eyes a little as it went on, wanting to feel the sensations more and more, unable to resist the rush as that telltale excitement built, the signal I couldn’t last much longer.

As the last of my resistance was fully eviscerated by pleasure, I came, thick hot streams exploding in her mouth before I pulled out. Somehow, through all of this, her glasses had stayed on, and some of the ropes splattered her lenses while the rest cascaded all over her face and down her chest.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, I let her used skinsuit drop to the floor as I panted, sweaty body leaving an imprint on her gamer chair.

That was way better than it had any right to be…

I let myself recover for a moment, before standing and picking up her vacant skin, now excited to get inside. Cumming had done nothing to diminish my cock, and it stood at attention just as before. There was something very attractive about this girl now, the idea of dominating her, using her, wearing this filthy girl and stuffing her female body full of my sweaty male one.

I peeled her back open, organic sinews parting and letting me into her hot, wet, dark pink interior. Her legs were filled with mine, first the left, then the right, pins and needles and the bizarre shrinking feeling as I started losing height always being notable even through the sexual haze.

I got a twisted pleasure out of pulling her ass over my own, my sweaty buttocks filling hers, and again as my cock dragged a mix of semen and pre-cum all over her slick insides, it’s outline clearly visible as it strained against the inside of her pale skin. All at once, the ever bizarre feeling started as my manhood was dragged to her entrance and began inverting, an insane pressure from all around it causing me to moan deeply before it fully tore into me, this girl’s vagina and womb spearing deep inside as my sex was overwritten to female.

All her from the waist down, I found my fingers drawn to her pubes again, pulling them and wincing at the sensation. They were mine now, covering my slit. My bigger, still masculine finger slipped inside, immediately being met with wetness, the feeling of something in my new pussy feeling so good. The finger pulling out dragged with it a long strand of slime, feminine love juice coating it, causing me to shiver at how perverse all of this was.

Ever since leaving Lisa, I’ve kinda missed having a pussy… ugh, I’m becoming such a deviant… I don’t dislike being so twisted though.

Feelings of perverse pleasure skipped through me, a deeply enjoyable energy I could feel in my joints, my knees and elbows. I hastened to fully steal the form of the girl I’d suited, pulling up her chest as my arms filled hers, feeling the tightening as my nerves meshed with hers and her breasts became mine.

They were maybe b-cup, and sloped downwards. They weren’t perky like my flatmates Alicia and Jessica’s were, indulgent like Grace’s, or seemingly both like Lisa’s. They were very ordinary, and a little small, not the kind guys would hold up as the ideal necessarily. Squeezing them now with my smaller, stolen hands though, I couldn’t help but enjoy having them.

Now, finally…

I could see the tangled mess of her brunette hair hanging in front of me, the back of her neck split for easy access before I wore her face. I didn’t hesitate to stuff my head inside, feeling the compression in the dark of how much tighter her smaller head was, fumbling as I tried to line up the features. Finally finding her saliva-soaked tongue inside, I filled it from within with my own, slotting my ears into hers as my nose followed, her lips seeming to stick to mine as I felt them move in unison.

White pressure came onto my vision, a pressing of every part of me, her back sealing up with the slightest steam and heat as my larger, male body was compacted into her smaller skin. When I opened my eyes, I was all her.

Mhmm, that taste… ehwww…

Her mouth was still slick with my own cum, as I swirled saliva and drank it down, an insane mix of my own perversion and the heady mix of female hormones pumping through my brain now making it taste kinda good. The ropes of seed were still hot on my face as I stood up, the room totally blurry now I was looking through her somewhat impaired eyes.

My smaller toes bumped into her glasses on the floor, and I bent over to pick them up, feeling the air on my exposed new pussy as I did so.

That feels so sensitive, so girly… and kinda good…

Slipping her glasses on, the room finally came into focus for the left lens, whilst the right lens was too covered in cum to see anything other than white.

I giggled, enjoying my new voice, before collecting some of it off the glasses frame and sucking while I went over to the mirror. I gave a long smell of her armpit while I looked over the relatively unimpressive female skin in the mirror, taking all sorts of weirdly twisted pleasure from knowing her unwashed, sweet and sour, musky scent was coming from me now.