The kitchen, possibly...

The kitchen was warm and comfortable as Alicia walked in, sighing a little, before she noticed who was sitting at the table.

“Studying away, huh?”

Grace looked to the side, unable to properly respond other than a small, faint noise. Alicia just laughed, not the taunting laugh Jessica might have made, but rather a warmer, **** laugh.

“Still really shy, huh?”

Alicia shimmied into the seat beside Grace, smiling at her, and trying to put her at ease. Grace just looked at her notes more intently, unable to look at Alicia properly.

“I don’t bite, honest!”

Grace looked over, still so nervous.

“So, studying myths and legends, huh?”

Alicia scanned Grace’s open text-book, thoughtfully continuing;

“It looks like a really interesting course, you know? And from how much you study, I bet you’re acing it.”

“Ah- ah… thank you.”

Grace managed to squeak out, even that little expression seeming to be too much for her.

“It would take quite a bit to help you get over that social anxiety, huh…”

Alicia mused, as Grace looked startled at having the situation discussed so openly.

“You know Grace, I think I have an idea that might help you open up a little.”

“Huh…?”

Grace questioned, nerves still evident, although interest was just as much. If it had been Jessica, the cruel, domineering red-head these two also lived with, Grace surely would have been terrified. But an offer like this from Alicia, who’d seemed only genuine so far, might be worth trying.

“It’s kind of a secret though, so you really have to want to know.”

Alicia looked at Grace, an inscrutable look in her eye. Grace just nodded, a stifled;

“Mhmm!”

Sound indicating she wanted to know.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. Come closer…”

Grace moved over a little, as Alicia pulled her chair so she was right beside the shy girl, leaning in as though to whisper. It seemed for just a moment like she was imparting the knowledge, when Grace let out a small, pained squeak; a momentary hurt that soon gave way to a strange, twisted look of melting pleasure, an expression of bliss on a face that was soon deflated.

“Oh wow… her soul feels so pleasant and warm.”

There was a harder, more taunting edge to Alicia’s voice now, one totally at odds to the typical lovely demeanor of the girl, as she leaned back, skinwalker spines protruding from her fingertips.

“Sorry Grace, but I really couldn’t resist… you’re the only one I haven’t tried yet.”

A smug, sleazy smile crossed my face, Alicia’s on top mirroring it perfectly, as I plucked up Grace’s empty skinsuit and took it to Alicia’s room. Opening the door, I waltzed inside and threw myself onto the bed, snuggling into the covers as I reflected on everything that had happened since I’d left Ashley’s.

His rejection had hurt far more than I’d expected, as I made my way back to my own apartment. What made it hurt most of all of course, was the knowledge that he was ultimately right; although some bending of the rules could be permitted in service of a positive goal, stealing Ashley's life would be taking things much too far.

These powers, that I’d reveled in far too much being Lisa, Emmy and Ashley in turn, were as much a curse as they were a blessing; and I reflected wholeheartedly on how twisted they really were as I got home. This heartbreak was different from the ones I’d had before. Getting rejected by my crush in high-school had hurt, especially as we’d never dated, but because so much of it had been based on my own fantasies of what she was like, I never truly knew her in a way that could break a heart.

But Jimmy was my best friend, someone I knew better than anyone. Coming to see him not only platonically, but romantically, as a girl would, only to be rejected, it hurt a lot. Giving up Ashley’s life, giving up the amazing sex we’d shared, the strange, crushing confusion of loving playing the feminine role and loving it being known it was me inside that skin, both being taken from me in an instant, all of it hurt so much.

I hadn’t really left my bed for a few days after getting home. I emerged only rarely, and when I knew no-one was around, to eat cheap noodles and other long-lasting student “food”, that I just happened to have around, just to keep me going. I felt far too miserable to do anything else. In my desperation, I’d seriously considered going back to Candida; a twisted monster, certainly, but one who recognized me for who I was. I could have a relationship with her, and it would be one where there would be no taboos, no limitations. I was sure I could wear any kind of skin I pleased and she would still want me, and we would be a powerful, debauched duo together.

I’d fought off the idea, perhaps barely. Candida really was twisted, and enough of my morals had survived to know it was a bad idea; joining her really would be securing a surety of damnation. No, I needed to go out on my own. Jimmy had been right, these powers were so easily abused, my best bet would be to simply ignore them, and try to live a life as best as I could without them.

Of course, that didn’t last.

A few days after I’d emerged from my depressive state, going to class and trying to act normal, even as I was barely keeping it together, I’d taken another skin.

Jessica.

Jessica, my flatmate. Jessica, the bitchy, sporty red-head, her body toned from long gym sessions even as her personality was fully specialized for cruel dominance and enjoying sadistic thrills. Seeing me down, so obviously miserable, she’d spotted an ideal opportunity to bully someone other than her usual Grace. Listening to her taunt me, making fun of my tired eyes and gloomy demeanor, I’d decided then and there to turn her into a skin.

Within moments I was tearing inside her suit, thrusting my legs into hers as I raced to get inside her. It was such an **** moment, my thoughts utterly consumed in a primal need, the skinwalker side of me having full influence as I hurried to become her. And once I was inside her skin…

Well…

I’d really, really embraced it. It was like every time I tried to resist using these powers, it just became so much sweeter when I embraced them. Being Jessica felt so good. I felt confident, powerful, sporty. It wasn’t even just that I actually liked my appearance for once, it went beyond that. Seeing that sexy red-head slut in the mirror was unbelievably pleasurable.

I’d spent the whole afternoon in her bed, trying out her dildos and vibrators, adoring the rush of female sexuality again. Searching her wardrobe, I’d tried on all her dresses, loving the way they gripped her thighs, the way they proudly showed off the taut, lithe body she’d sculpted in the gym. That first night, I’d slipped into a tight, wet-look black latex dress, a stunningly sexy item that felt unbelievably racy to wear. Wearing it would have had me rock hard as a guy, even despite how incongruous it would look. But checking the mirror only to see a body that utterly fit it, the perfect shape of a hot girl’s body outlined in latex, it made my excitement hit new highs.

They say the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. Wearing Jessica’s skin, I took that mantra to heart. Going clubbing as her was an utterly different experience to clubbing as myself had ever been. It didn’t matter whether it was the highest class penthouse club for celebrities or the most alternative, dark grungy warehouse rave, looking like Jessica I always got in with no que, and never had to wait for a drink.

The feeling of power, the feeling of being so desired, the looks from guys and girls alike on the dancefloor, it had all been so intoxicating. Jessica’s friends hadn’t been able to tell anything was different, as I got them out every night, partying relentlessly. Getting sex was easy, and I really took advantage. If I couldn’t have Jimmy as Ashley, then I’d take everyone else as Jessica.

I became such a slut, and loved every minute of it. One night I’d have sex with the captain of the college football team, the next a DJ at a rave. It wasn’t just guys; I made love to a freaky lesbian girl with a side shave hair-cut and nipple piercings the night after, acting bashful like “It’s my first time being with another girl!”. Inside I could feel Jessica’s personality recoil, her homophobic tendencies revealing how much she resented being made to moan and pant in ecstasy as another woman pleased her. Knowing how much the original girl who’s face I wore would hate what I was doing in her skin just made it all the more enjoyable for me.

Being Jessica for a few weeks was extremely fun, a rush of ecstasy and reckless pleasure wilder than I’d ever had before. But even while I’d loved it, all the casual sex was missing a certain intimacy that I was coming to feel the absence of. While the confidence boosting fun of one-night stands were pleasurable, I couldn’t help but long for the more wholesome, cute things that only a relationship could provide.

“But then… with these powers I can just take any relationship I want?”

This was the thought that lead to me skinning Alicia. The wholesome, sun-shine infused blonde had the best relationship of anyone I knew. Her boyfriend, Frank, was one of my other flatmates. Muscular and big from a combination of natural sporting talent and no shortage of time honing it had given him the body of a God, and the quiet confidence of a man who’d hit the lottery of luck with great genetics, life experiences and perfect girlfriend, and none of the noxious arrogance of many who are so fortunate.

I’d thought about becoming him of course, knowing how his life would almost be like embracing the perfect male fantasy. But there was something about Alicia, her gorgeous face and bright smile, her adorable personality and beautiful body. Maybe I really was a pervert, stealing the girlfriend’s life instead of the boyfriends, but there was just something so much more taboo, so much more exciting, and so much more indulgent to wearing a woman after being a guy my whole life. The twisted pleasure of actually becoming my own sexual fantasy was too much to ignore.

Alicia’s life had lived up to the hype. Her relationship really was ideal, in every way. Wearing her personality just as I wore her skin, I’d slipped inside her role flawlessly, getting high off the deception of impersonating the girl whose identity I’d stolen, as the man who loved her couldn’t even tell she’d become nothing more than a skin for me to wear.

Everything; her friendships, her popularity, the flirty chemistry she enjoyed with her boyfriend, and the mind-blowing sex, all of it was amazing. I had a feeling if I’d worn her first, without trying any other lives, I might have been so blown away by its pleasures there would be no way I could give them up. As it stood, I nearly couldn’t anyway.

A week passed quickly inside Alicia’s body, making love to Frank and enjoying her youthful, fun college life, before eventually I began longing for something else. I had a feeling all I would need to do was immerse myself slightly further in Alicia’s personality; wear it a little tighter, and I would be able to live as her forever. Still though… there was one thing I couldn’t get from within Alicia.

Recognition. Recognition it was me inside this skin. Role-playing permanently was a thrill, the thrill of taking everything from a girl and replacing her totally, enjoying the fruits of her stolen life. But still, after experiencing the different rush of love from within a girl’s skin with Jimmy, while he knew it was me in there; I couldn’t help but want to feel that again.

All of this had lead me to where I was now, peeling my way out of Alicia’s skin in her bedroom, my real male self being revealed.

“Hmm, hopefully Frank doesn’t walk in. Finding out I’d been the one inside his girlfriend’s skin all week, how would he react? Especially after everything we’ve done together in this bed.”

There was a fun, teasing quality in my voice as I said it, Alicia’s vacant face in my hands. I knew Frank wouldn’t be home for another few hours anyway, but I just wanted to have fun imagining his reaction. Shimming the rest of my body out of Alicia, I left her vacant shell to the side, on her own bed. I’d already altered her memories, so I only needed to restore her and leave, and I’d be fine.

Pulling Grace out of her clothes, I held her up like a new t-shirt, examining the skin I was going to be taking for my own. Grace was short, not nearly as short as Emmy had been, but still shorter than the other girls I’d worn. She had an extremely feminine silhouette, with a small waist that widened out into spacious hips, and an impressive ass. Most notable were her tits, which appeared to be double-D’s similar to Lisa’s, but somehow seemed even more indulgent.

I gulped a little as I held her face close, examining it. Grace was half Japanese, and you could really tell. The idea that I was going to become a cute, short and busty Asian girl had me rock hard; I knew how extra pervy all of this was, but I just couldn’t help but be turned on by it.

It wasn’t that I was going to get the same type of recognition inside Grace as I had inside Ashley, I knew that. I knew the chances of anyone other than Candida accepting the real me, just wearing a girl as a costume, were nearly zero. After all, if Jimmy, my best friend, couldn’t accept me, then how could I expect anyone else to? Rather, Grace offered me the chance for someone to get to know my personality and fall for it, just my personality wrapped in a much cuter package than my original one.

Grace was so shy, no-one really knew what she was like. Both good and bad, Jessica and Alicia were well-known in their own ways, with their own pre-established reputations and lives. Grace had kept to herself so much, she didn’t have that. If she started coming out of her shell with my personality, who would be able to tell that hadn’t always been her? It wasn’t like anyone knew her beyond being shy and quiet, so how would they tell the difference between her personality and mine when she did finally start speaking?

“Really, you’re such a perfect skin to start fresh inside…”

I smiled as I peeled Grace’s soft lips wider, watching them distend as I slid onto Alicia’s bed sheets, before sliding my leg inside. Her throat was still coated in her warm saliva, such a pervy, intimate tactile detail as I felt it mat my leg hairs. I shivered a little, enjoying the sensation despite myself, as I got my feet lined up inside her much smaller ones, feeling the pinch in between her toes as they were filled with my own.

A moment of that tell-tale pressure, that strange pins and needles feeling, and I could feel the floor through her cute, much, much smaller feet. Within seconds, pulling her skinsuit higher up my body, I’d gained her legs too, a bizarre sensation as I felt inches be taken from my height, even as the hot, pulsing feeling of my thighs expanding to fill her more voluptuous ones appeared.

“Now, for my favorite part…”

This bit was always the freakiest, but I’d really come to love the sensation. My rock hard cock strained against the interior of Grace’s skinsuit, before all at once it seemed to be dragged so it was level with the entrance of her pussy. I gasped as the familiar male pressure of an erection, distending my penis outward, seemed to reverse; moving along the shaft, shrinking it down, before it inverted, a cavity forming inside. Grace’s reproductive organs, her walls, so tight and slimy with female arousal over what was happening, spearing inside me as her womb took it’s place in my belly.

Panting and sweating, the fierce litany of sensation coursing through me, I couldn’t help but smile as I continued pulling her onto me. Grace was the sixth girl I’d worn now, and even though I knew I’d gotten comfortable enough with the process than I could pull her on quickly, fully take her place in under a minute, I still much preferred lengthening it out, savoring each moment of the transformation as I took her skin for my own.

Her waist was much tighter than mine and it was a strange juxtaposition feeling it compact down right before a hot, pulsing pressure added new weight to my chest as her boobs inflated, their sensitive nipples immediately spiking and causing me to gasp. I lined up my fingers in hers before I felt them, preferring how much bigger my new breasts felt when groped by Grace’s cute, small fingers rather than my own.

Finally, I reached for her face, her lips distended around my neck, before I pulled it up over my own. That pressure got so much tighter in the darkness, facial features lining up as they were pulled taut against me, before the feeling normalized and I found myself standing in her skin totally naturally, no indication it had ever been a deflated, wearable suit.

“That’s better… ehehe. Oh wow… her voice is soooo cute.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as I admired the girl in the mirror, giddy with a perverse feeling of confidence as I posed in my new “outfit”. I made funny faces in the mirror, loving how even the goofiest expression managed to look cute, and much preferring the faces I was making to the usual reserved, awkward gloomy look the crippling shy Grace usually had.

“I think I’m going to be a much more fun Grace. Really, I can be whoever I want now! Starting over my college life, making my own path, being my own person! Oh Grace, you really have left me such a convenient blank canvas identity~”

I pulled her panties on, an embarrassed squeal of pleasure seeping out as I enjoyed how flat they sat, and how snugly they hugged my newly stolen femininity. Then I pulled on her bra, looting all her muscle memory to do it flawlessly, as I immediately appreciated the support for her indulgent bust size. A few minutes later, I was dressed totally in the clothes she’d been wearing when I skinned her, sighing with a little melancholy as I felt the wonderful soul of Alicia trickle out of my spines.

“I know I need to restore you, but I am going to miss having your soul… it was so warm and lovely inside…”

Still though, I knew I was making the right choice. Breathing softly, I tucked the sleeping girl who’s body I’d been riding all week under her covers, knowing that she’d be waking up feeling well rested and happy when she came to, with another week of fun memories with her boyfriend to reflect on.

Walking out of Alicia's room, I couldn’t help but feel excited over my new life. Maybe someday I would return as Alex, or get bored of Grace and move on to some other girl's life. After wearing six of them so quickly, a part of me suspected I’d developed a real hunger for variety, and a desire to try out being every cute girl I came across. For now though, I was more than looking forward to living my own life, and having people appreciate me for me.

Well, my personality at least…

As I groped Grace’s tits, moaning softly as I walked, I couldn’t help but feel people were going to be a lot more appreciative of my new skin than my old one…