The next morning

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a large and stylish bedroom. House plants mixed in with framed posters of Heather’s favorite animes, while the whole place had a clean aesthetic, yet one infused with personal taste.

I let a warm smile grace my lips as I slid out of the bed, walking naked over to the posters and checking them out.

It’s so funny, she’s such a weeb, yet somehow having frames professionally put on these posters makes them look classy.

I gave Gareth a glance as he lay in the bed, sleeping softly, his blond hair messy.

We really tired each other out last night, huh?

I stifled a giggle as I walked over to the door of Heather’s closet, hoping to get a bathrobe while I pondered…

I took him home so naturally last night, like I initiated everything… I thought I would feel gay doing all those things with a guy, but… I just feel so happy and confident instead.

Ever since getting this power I’d been feeling more and more like that. I reflected on before, watching TG porn, reading its erotica and doujinshi. I’d loved it and craved more, but it had always been accompanied by a confused shame, a feeling like what I was doing was wrong somehow, and I should try and be “normal”. I guess I couldn’t help it turned me on so much though, it was just how I was.

But since becoming a skinwalker, that was all different. The love of it was stronger, and any feelings of shame seemed to funnel more and more into the form of excitement at the forbidden thrill of everything I was feeling, every stolen emotion and sensation it would never have been possible for a guy to experience before.

Seducing Gareth hadn’t just felt natural, it had felt empowering. It was like I had batteries inside that were fully charged, like every time I felt the pussy I was wearing pulse a little, slightly sore from use, a weakness in my knees and an energy in the inside of my elbows could be felt, a reflection of so much dopamine flooding around my system.

As I walked into Heather’s closet, a big smile broke out on my face as I was reminded of yet another gift of this power. The room was much bigger than any closet I’d ever seen, a walk in with high windows to let in the light, but too high for anything outside to ever see in, with a wall of mirrors at the far end and long rows of hangers filled with cosplays. My fingers brushed over the materials, feeling how high quality they were, a world away from the $50 dollar ones you might buy on ebay or amazon.

“Oh… I’m going to have so much fun getting into these.”

Heather’s voice was like music to my ears as I whispered it, excitement filling me like sunshine as I looked over the racks. Walking closer to the mirror, I saw myself in daylight for the first time too. My body was curvy in all the right places, soft perky breasts sitting on my chest, wide hips and attractively thick thighs. My skin seemed perfect, but as I got closer to the mirror I could see one or two slight imperfections, but nothing that could ever phase me.

A small scar on her knee she’d gotten trying to learn how to skateboard, and another on her back from when she’d tripped and fallen on a vase as a girl, getting the slightest bit of glass stuck in her.

Reminders that this skin has had a whole life before I moved in…

Something about those scars made me feel even more affectionate towards Heather, the way I used her memories to know the stories giving me an ecstatically malicious thrill as I imagined telling people how “I” got those scars, and them having no way to know I’d only become Heather just last night.

After all… if I have her body, her voice, her memories, her soul… who’s to say I’m not the ‘real’ Heather? Maybe the girl she was before was just getting things ready for this skin’s true owner to move in.

An evil grin took ‘my’ features as I dreamt of the possibilities and my utter domination of Heather’s soul and skin, a twisted way of thinking that my skinwalker side not only condoned, but actively encouraged.

“Oh… huh”

My reveries were broken as I noticed the slate grey color of Heather's eyes. After the sex I’d taken out her magenta contact lenses in the dark, so it was weird noticing her real eye color now.

“Grey, huh…?”

Her memories told me she was a natural brunette, but had always hated the color of her hair and eyes, so she kept the hair dyed and wore color contacts most days. I puzzled about it just a little before walking over to the racks as I took a red silk kimono style bathrobe decorated with gorgeous Japanese prints off one of the racks and slipped into it, feeling how sensual it felt sliding over Heather’s smooth skin.

Now…

Strutting out of Heather’s closet and back into her bedroom, I puzzled about what to do. Gareth still lay sleeping soundly… I could make both of us breakfast? Thoughts of French toast or pancakes, waffles maybe, lots of maple syrup, bacon and eggs, orange juice rushed into my head, as I felt myself get hungry just thinking about it.

Technically, Gareth and Heather weren’t officially dating, but the idea of playing the doting girlfriend cooking and bringing breakfast in bed really appealed to me. Then again, there’d been something else on my mind since last night.

Rachel…

She’d looked so sad after I’d left her skin, sad to see me go and sad she had no real way to find me again, as I could have been anyone in that rave. My heart went out to her… since Jimmy was too taken aback by the news of my transformation, Rachel was really the only person who’d accepted me for who I was since the beginning of all this.

I could… I could tell her where I am? Get her back into my life?

I rolled the idea around in my head, weighing up the pros and cons. Rachel was somewhat crazy, seemed to be involved with a cult, and had a fetish for a highly disturbing and almost automatically evil type of creature. But then again, this was a fetish that worked directly in my favor, and I knew Rachel would be up for anything I suggested, wearing her skin yesterday had confirmed it.

She could be my perfect partner in crime…

And as I watched Gareth sleeping peacefully there, an idea came to me. Could an ordinary person wear a skin? I felt a tingle of anticipation work its way through me, curiosity bursting in my head as I started dreaming of the possibilities almost deliriously.

Maybe I should invite Rachel over and reveal myself to her, then let her try on Gareth…