The disappearance of Alex

“- It’s an incredible opportunity, and I’m more than happy to do it. I’ve already signed the paperwork.”

A concerned scramble of voices came from the other end of the line. Even after being on the phone for nearly an hour, it was only now sinking in.

“I know, I know how sudden this is. But we’ve already talked about this earlier in the conversation. It’s the cutting edge of science, a study that could lead to a major breakthrough in treating isolation related mental disorders, which are becoming more and more prevalent in modern society! I know I can handle it.”

More voices were cut short by a voice which seemed much more confident and authoritative than it had just a few short months ago.

“I’m a grown man now, and even if this seems ****, it’s the right thing to do. It’s only for a year minimum, so after that time I can come back. The compensation they’re offering for taking part can more than cover my student loans, and then I’ll be able to go through college debt free and have some left over too.”

It was difficult to fault logic like this. Giving over a single year of one's life, a year in isolation, in return for avoiding the trap of student loans that kept all who chose college shackled for life? Most would take an opportunity like this if offered. The complaints and concerns held were being cut down more and more as the benefits of this sacrifice were made clear.

“And hey, depending on how well the study goes, they may be able to provide even more compensation too, and I’ll be able to treat you all. I’m sorry I can’t tell you in person, but one of the stipulations is that- Ahhh…-”

More buzzing from the line,

“Oh, no, ha ha, nothing. I just bumped my toe on the wardrobe. Mhhmmm… Ahh, I tripped a little there too, nothing to worry about. Listen, I’ve got to go here, I might be able to ring you later tonight just to say goodbye, but then after that the study will begin in full and I won’t be able to get in touch. Just talk it over and then we’ll come out with final decisions later, and thanks for respecting me enough to let me make my own way too. Love you, Mom and Dad.”

As I ended the call I tensed up a little, feeling my pussy firmly grip the strap on sliding in and out of it.

“That was so perverted Master…”

Jessica teased, as she fucked me. The six inch strap on she wore wasn’t quite a substitute for a real dick, but feeling it burrowing inside me was more than enough to keep me on the edge of sexual ecstasy throughout that whole phone call to my parents.

Jessica looked so hot in between my legs, naked, perky breasts sitting at attention as her hands rested on the top of my knees, my soft skin wrapped in the sheets as I lay on my back. Hearing my attempts at explaining my ruse to my parents punctuated by the occasional moan had been like edging that whole time, flirting so hard with the truth of what was happening yet forever being unable to explain, truly had such a dangerous feeling to it.

And hearing those moans in my male voice too! The slight difference in skin tone revealed the clear point where my neck became covered with Grace’s, my male head sitting on top of her voluptuous female body. I’d managed to separate her head from her skinsuit, a little dangerous the first time I tried it, before I realized I had complete power over the healing of any skinsuits.

It sat next to me on the bed, long dark hair cascading around it’s deflated majesty like a halo. Even lacking structure like this, it was still a beautiful face. I slipped my hand inside, enjoying the strange warm wet sensation that seemed to linger within every skinsuit, as I brought it close to me.

“Oh Grace, you’re soooo cute… and now that my parents are out of the way, there’s nothing to stop me just being you all the time!”

My fingers inside her mouth peeled it just a little open, as I kissed her lips. Even deflated, they seemed so soft…

The ruse of a year long isolation study was the perfect escape from having to go home for any reason, and so having to leave the burgeoning pleasures of my new mind-broken **** and the skin of the shy Japanese girl I’d taken as my own.

Seeming to sense my thoughts, or maybe just coming to some independent conclusions for once, Jessica piped in with;

“But master, what about the money you said you’d get? It’s not an insignificant sum.”

She looked almost pouty as she stated it.

I have to get her a guys skin to wear when she fucks me, if she could feel the shaft inside me she wouldn’t ever look sad as we made love.

I giggled as I thought that, before slipping Grace’s face back on, loving the feeling as the skin rejoined at the neck, gentle rising steam an outward reminder of the powerful sensations rolling over me as I became a complete woman again.

“Why, I’ll just use my power to take over the lives of someone rich. Maybe a prominent business man, an idle trophy wife, or something like that. I think I’d love to be a spoilt rich girl for a bit.”

My giggles sound a lot sexier when my voice comes out as Grace’s…

My fingers wandered down to my clit as I commanded Jessica in Grace’s sweetest voice;

“Be rougher with me…”

The sound of sex got louder and louder as our moans came together, and finally tipped me over into the release of a girl’s orgasm…