The Heat Persists

Pulling over to the side of the road, I sat there in Sherry's Geo trying to calm down. But try as I might, the image of Lexie was cemented in my mind. Her gorgeous tan, those bleach blonde waves that cascaded to her shoulders, her periwinkle eyes that twinkled like gemstones, she was the only thing lingering in my head.

"There's got to be something to help me take my mind off her," I said as I started the little SUV up again. Cruising down the road for a little bit, I pulled over into the gravel lot of the local drive-in burger joint, Mister Dairy Freez.

Hopefully a little treat will help.

Stepping out of the Geo and walking up to the window I was greeted by a scruffy, pudgy gentleman that Sherry and I both recognized as Mr. Flock. The longtime owner of the drive-in was a friendly face that many of us locals had come to cherish around these parts. As I stopped at the window, he looked up with a smile.

"Hey Sherry! What'll ya have?"

Her memories told me that she was a big fan of strawberry milkshakes, so I decided on that and a bottle of water.

Paying for the order, I then turned and looked out to the field beyond the other side of the road.

Being alone with these urges is driving me mad. The fact that looking at two more attractive girls would cause my arousal and desire to steal their skins spike like that is alarming. Is it my new nature as a skinwalker, or is that added toxin causing some sort of survival instinct in me? I need to get this sorted out...

After a few minutes left to my thoughts, Mr. Flock served me my beverages, and I took them to the Geo. As I walked back, a cool breeze then blew through my hair and tickled the supple skin I was in. It felt different than when I was still myself. Still, Brett. Being Sherry, a young college girl with aspirations of becoming a nurse, had been a roller-coaster experience today. From nearly losing myself in her skin, diving into her mindscape, the erupting arousal, it had all been an intense introduction to whatever the hell I'd become.

Sitting back down in the little SUV, I started it up and began driving. Sipping the shake intermittently as the woods and soybean fields whizzed by, I was finally able to relax and take my mind off things. No intrusive thoughts driving me wild, no worries about my situation, just peace.

After an hour of driving, I returned to the apartment building. Finishing up dinner and Sherry's evening routine, I then retreated to her room. There, I saw my reflection, and the heat inside started again...