The morning light

I opened my eyes as I sat up dramatically, Lisa’s big breasts bouncing on my chest as her hair flailed around me.

Just what had I been dreaming about??

A confused jumble of emotions moved through me as I processed the dream; Keeping Lisa’s skin for years and staying with Candida in Trent, a seemingly wholesome marriage and domestic life together after traveling the world, and trying for a child?

The more I thought about it, the more insane it sounded. But… I couldn’t deny how happy it made me. The version of me in that dream seemed to be enjoying “herself” far more than I’d ever expected my own, real future to go. I rested my head on my knees as I pulled my legs close to me, trying to make sense of it all and shrink away to nothing at once.

Under the covers I noticed a dampness, and opening them up revealed the sheets had been soaked in my pussy juice; some strands still seeming to hang out of my opening.

“Ewww…”

I moaned, in disgusted fascination while I drew my finger across my slit, collecting some of it up to suck. It guess this was just the natural consequence of a wet dream now that I was in a woman’s body; it was a little different from how it’d been when I was a guy, that was for sure.

I idly let my tongue rove over that finger while I enjoyed the taste of Lisa’s love juices before standing, walking over to the shower. I almost desperately tried to suppress my natural desire to finger myself as I stood under the water, but it was so difficult… it seemed that just being wrapped in Lisa’s skin was too much for me.

I began to touch myself furiously, tight horniness getting to be much too great as I worked my body to orgasm, my full ass squished against the wet tile as each droplet from the shower’s stream impacted and slid down my big, sensitive breasts. It felt so good being in Lisa’s skin!

“Ugghhhhh…!”

I moaned out as my head rocked back and knees went weak, the now familiar female orgasm burning through me. For a few moments, I just stood there panting, arm holding up the side of the wall while I tried to come down from the high.

Finishing cleaning off my stolen flesh, I walked over to the wardrobe and threw it open, the array of outfits calling to me. What was I going to wear? Almost subconsciously, I found myself wanting to dress in something cute. Was it because I just wanted to show off Lisa’s body, or was it because I had a date today? The implications of that made me shudder, especially since I was meeting a monster after being **** into stealing my crushes body.

This was the right thing to do though, wasn’t it? I needed to protect Lisa…

I gravitated towards a white lace sundress, admiring its soft, pure fabric and color while thinking it would be perfect for today. A peek outside confirmed it; the weather was beautiful; one of the last summery days thrown into autumn before the leaves would change and so would the atmosphere.

I slipped on a white bra and panties, before donning the sundress.

“This is so embarrassing, I’m wearing such a slight dress…”

I swallowed, as I looked over myself in the mirror. My Alex side was strongly feeling the illicit, embarrassing thrill of crossdressing as I wore these overtly female clothes, but the person standing in the mirror was 100% woman.

Lisa stood there, her dark hair seeming to shine with natural, healthy lustre as her tan skin really popped and complemented the white of the sundress. Her face was bare of make-up, although even without it was obvious she was beautiful, with a small nose and big eyes, shining a rich brown color with small, almost golden flakes in it. It was like the most beautiful liquid chocolate, with little slivers of 24karat sprinkled in for an added rush of luxury. And those lips… they sat plump and inviting, totally natural and extremely blessed. I found myself biting down on the lower one as I appreciated how gifted they were for blowjobs, remembering the power I’d exerted over Trent while I took his dick in my mouth. Really, this body was such a weapon in the right hands.

I knew the sundress was a show-stopper too. Exuding a quiet, easy-going atmosphere couldn’t hide its ability to arrest the attention of any on-looker, the white lending a purity to the piece that was captivating in its own right. Still though, the lace elements hinted at racy sexuality too; a subtle suggestion of the lewd ecstasy the body below could give to anyone lucky enough to be allowed in.

It was a look that stole the best hints from both the virgin and the whore; the twin lenses through which women become sexual fantasies for men, and I was capitalizing on both. Still deeper was the knowledge that despite embodying femininity so wholly, lurking beneath the surface of this perfect skin was part monster, part horny young man; naturally nothing like the vessel he’d stolen, yet able to indulge in her pleasure so utterly through the evil merits of the skinwalker powers.

I idly applied Lisa’s make-up, a carefully designed routine that made it look like she was barely wearing make-up at all, while still subtly boosting her already stunning features. Finally finishing with her classic lipgloss, I left those same lips shining, and had to resist the urge to kiss the mirror. I gave a sardonic smile uncharacteristic of Lisa as I let my real self bleed through, thinking;

“Now that the knight has his armor on, it’s time to go and meet the monster…”