The Victory party

“Wow, Sierra… you weren’t kidding about this party,”

Jimmy’s voice captured the sense of surprise and awe we all felt, pulling up to Becca’s house. Far from the student accommodation I lived in, or the somewhat rundown house near campus Jimmy stayed in, it was clear Becca’s family both lived locally and lived well above any of our means too.

The house sat on top of a hill, in an area filled with other nice houses with great views. Ultra-modern, with a mix of seamless white stone and large, stylish, glass windows, it looked like the kind of house that would be featured in Architectural digest. Becca hadn’t kept anything in reserve for this party either; the place was full of students drinking, celebrating, and there was even a crazy light setup to complement the DJ.

We stepped out of the taxi into the evening air, marveling at the house ahead of us.

“I guess we’d better head inside.”

I beamed at my friends, seeing Rachel look at the ground, bashfully.

“I’m… a little nervous.”

Omg, wayyy too cute.

Seeing this shy version of Rachel was so adorable, Jimmy naturally feeling some nerves. This would be the first really big outing he’d had in Rachel’s skin, and unlike me he wouldn’t have the soul to fall back on. It was only natural to feel nervous.

“Awww, Rachel. You’re way too cute! Don’t be nervous, after all, you’re always stunning buuuut we’ve worked our magic on you now. You gotta show yourself off.”

The nervous boy inside the hot goth girl skin blushed, one hand holding her elbow as she remember how we’d spent the last hour. “Jimmy” and I had had way too much fun getting this shy girl version of Rachel ready, making her try on different outfits, pose for us like it was a fashion show, and ever do her make-up while straddling her.

If any one of us had been who we appeared to be, there likely would have been some confusion over why “Jimmy” knew more about make-up than “Rachel”, or why both him and Sierra were taking such **** pleasure in teasing “her”.

I have to admit though, I’m lucky these two are so absorbed in their new bodies, and not totally aware of how much they are supposed to know Sierra… she’s never hung out with Jimmy or Rachel this much before. Not that they know who’s really in this skin.

Rachel took out her make-up compact, her eyes focusing first on her hand, seeing those long acrylic nails and pale slender digits, before they focused on the reflection in the mirror. Midnight colored hair cascaded down a pretty face, icy eyes surrounded by heavy lashes and eye shadow. Her lips shone, daubed in glossy black lipstick, before she angled the mirror down lower, taking in her body. We’d dressed her up in a tight black leather dress, showing off her bust, tight waist and the explicitly feminine way her curves spread into her hips.

It was so obviously a woman’s body, and an undeniably hot one’s too. She glanced down at her pale, slender legs, terminating in patent black heels. She still wasn’t one hundred percent at walking in them; but from the fact she could at all it proved Jimmy had been practicing in Rachel’s room.

Learning how to do her make-up, walk in her heels, style her outfits… technically, he doesn’t have to do any of it. A normal person would never suspect skinwalker magic has swapped their bodies. But he still did… he’s definitely having fun with it~

“Mhmm, hey. Can I borrow that for a second?”

“Ah-! S-sure…”

“Rachel” sounded so cute and startled, as I broke up her reverie. She passed me the mirror, and I tried to contain my own excitement looking at the face I was currently wearing. Sierra had always been beautiful, but after applying make-up and getting ready, it felt like I was really seeing another side to her.

I turned my face side to side, admiring the way the light caught on my glossy lips, and the waves and curls of hair that perfectly complemented my pretty face. My features were so symmetrical, so idealized, I knew that I could go into modelling if I wanted to. Although, my greatest passion was sports, so…

I shook my head with a smile, enjoying how easily I’d slipped into thinking of this body and life as my own. Although, angling the mirror down, it was easy to see why anyone would dream of looking like this. I was wearing a gold dress with a short skirt, it’s metallic surface shining proudly as it drew the eye to my toned muscle beneath. The gold popped so much more on the rich brown of my skin too; there was something about knowing my pale, male self was underneath, wrapped up tight in the skin of the gorgeous black girl. That contrast, knowing I'd transformed so totally, it was way too hot.

Whereas Rachel was skinny, with a somewhat ghostly appearance, I was anything but. My body was more like an amazonian Goddess, ultra toned and strong, while still being intensely feminine. It wasn’t like being stocky, more like I was built like wonder woman. My breasts and ass were bigger than Rachel’s too…

I bit my lip, shamelessly checking myself out. If someone was paying attention, they’d just see a hot girl proud of her looks; they wouldn’t realize my emotions were a insanely high, a mix of male lust mingled with a strange, powerful narcissistic euphoria. A deep, satisfying ache in my heart at seeing the object of my desires in the mirror, and knowing I was her now.

I closed the make-up compact and handed it back, more than proud of my examination of the woman in my reflection.

“Honestly… we’re all looking incredible.”

I cocked my head, my confidence skyrocketing as I glanced to my companions. I reached out at the same time “Jimmy” did, fingers intertwining either side as we lead the gamer boy in goth girl skin up to the house. I pushed open the door, leading us inside, only for all eyes to swivel onto me as I did.

“Uhhh… hi?”

I laughed, only to be met with cheers from everyone.

“Sierra, Sierra, Sierra!”

I gasped as the girls from the team rushed up and grabbed me, pulling me into the house while the guests cheered me on. My heartbeat was racing as I was lead deeper inside, losing Rachel and Jimmy as I was brought past the kitchen and into the back garden.

“Oh, wow…”

The scene that greeted me in the back was amazing. Strings of lights crisscrossed above me, providing artificial stars while the real ones could still be seen above them. There was a pool in the back, heated of course, that a few enterprising young people were already swimming in; while the others drank, chatted, danced. There was even a big grill, cooking meats and barbecue foods, a delicious extra touch that was just the final bow on an amazing party setup.

As soon as they saw me, the crowd gathered here erupted in cheers too, people patting me on the back and congratulating me. I couldn’t help but blush; all of this was so totally new to me. Back in highschool I’d always been one of the last picked for any kind of team sports. Suddenly being the star of the show, the ace of the team, was a kind of praise I was so unaccustomed to, I couldn’t help but feel amazing.

Through the jostle of bodies and the guiding hand of some team mates who carried me along with their momentum, I was lead to the base of a small hill behind the pool, a paved area full of members of the team celebrating. It all became clear why when a certain cute, pixie cut ginger haired girl ran into my arms.

“Sierra! Oh my God, you made it!”

Becca practically pounced on me, pulling me into a tight hug, the feeling of our breasts compressing feeling sensitive but a little too good.

I’m not sure I could ever go back to living without boobs as a guy… they’re just too enjoyable.

“Of course, I couldn’t miss a party like this. You always throw the best celebrations.”

Becca’s face was close to mine as she beamed, still holding me while she accepted her compliment. Her make-up was perfect, her face having a certain dewy glow while still being subtle and light enough I could still see her freckles. Honestly, she looked really cute.

“Well of course, it’s only natural the team captain would look after her girls. But we’d really be nothing without our star ace. You should feel so proud!”

“I mean, I ammm, but it was a team effort, and our captain’s helped keep all of us in shape.”

Becca just rolled her eyes, though I could tell she appreciated the compliment.

“Ever the perfect sportswoman. But, well… I wouldn’t want you any other way.