Wear Grace

Grace… she’s my best bet.

The idea burrowed in my head. Grace was the flatmate I knew the least about, really. I couldn’t say that any of us really knew her, with the closest to her being Jessica, who only ever seemed to be horrible to her. Grace would be ideal.

She was an overwhelmingly quiet girl, shy to the point of blending into the background at every turn. Thinking about her objectively now, actually paying attention to her in my mind, even just for such a suspicious reason as this, I noticed she was really rather cute. She’d be perfect for what I had planned. Between her quiet voice, her sweet, affected demeanor, and the awkward way she carried herself, there was no way she could be seen as a threat by anyone.

My mind made up, I started walking towards her room. It sat at the end of the hall, an area I’d avoided visiting due to lack of any reason to be here, yet now I stood right outside.

How should I do this… should I try and sneak in? Or rush in, all at once?

I knew that logically, I didn’t have time to debate it internally. I turned the door handle, and stepped inside. Grace was sitting at her desk, studying quietly. She turned around in surprise, just in time to see the blur of my form as I raced over to her; shock registering for just a moment even as her face began to shift to an expression of melting bliss as the skinwalker fluid filled her completely.

I shuddered a little, as that part of me set aside by my skinwalker nature was filled with Grace’s soul. I was surprised at the purity of it, like light filling me, warm sunshine and a fresh, natural springtime energy. If someone like Alicia would have represented a mountain summer, Grace was more the quiet spring flower in the valleys, a beauty you’d need to pay attention to, to really notice.

Wow…

Due to her quiet nature, I’d never paid Grace much attention; but now, with the core of her being laid bare inside of me, I couldn’t help but appreciate her. There was a kindness, an innocent hope, that despite all her misfortunes and the unfulfilled yearning for connection **** upon her by her anxiety, that she might find friendship and love. It was way too endearing.

Holding her deflated head up to the light in my hands, I let my eyes wander over her clear skin and soft lips, and the long, glossy straight hair in its natural black color cascading down behind.

I never really appreciated just how cute you are, Grace…

Thinking about it for a moment, it was really astonishing how such a beauty could just blend into the background. I laughed just a little, thinking maybe she had some sort of unnatural ability to go unnoticed, before chalking it up more to the overbalanced affect one’s body-language and established persona can have on the way they’re perceived.

My reveries were broken by a touch of panic, as the whole reason I’d skinned Grace in the first place came back to the forefront of my mind.

That hunter girl could be here any minute… I have to get a move on and hide!

Tension in my muscles and my mind drove me to throw Grace on the bed, pulling her out of her clothes, her deflated, pliant form slipping easily from them. Flipping her onto her back, I pulled, watching, despite my subtle panic, in fascination as the gooey sinews seemed to part, revealing the wet, dark pink of her skinsuits interior.

My own clothes soon hit the floor, a thrilling, momentary embarrassment making me feel like a pervert for being naked in a girl’s room, before the absurdity of the situation at large made that seem utterly silly.

After all, what’s the thrilling embarrassment of being naked in her room, compared to the embarrassing pleasure of literally getting inside her body?

Despite myself, I shuddered as a tingle of dopamine worked its way through my body, the erotic thought of me as a boy getting into a woman’s body making me incredibly horny. My erection stood to attention, pressing against the warm, slippery interior of Grace, feeling ever better as her skin seemed to grip me, the skinsuits natural desire to become one with its wearer providing all kinds of tactile stimulation.

That familiar pins and needles feeling sparked, traveling up my legs as my thighs expanded and shorted to match Grace’s, and my feet were compacted down into her cute shape. Expansion and compression both were felt, causing me to gasp at how intense it was, as my hips became much larger even as my waist was tightened inwards.

“I’ve got to hurry this up… even if it feels so good to experience it slowly…”

I whispered it to myself as I felt her torso naturally pull up to mine as I worked my arms and shoulders into hers. For a moment, I felt both stretch, my own limbs being much longer, and my shoulders were a lot more broad, before that powerful compression squeezed me into the smaller, feminine shape of Grace. A moan left my lips, only to intensify as her indulgent breasts inflated on my chest, all the stimulation as my nerves connected to hers causing my new, pink nipples to immediately spike and become hard.

“Oh my God…”

Breathing hard, tears almost forming at the edges of my vision from how good it all felt, I stood and caught my breath, leaning on her desk. Her empty face hung down, obscuring the view of her tits from her POV, though I knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“Time to finish this…”

New, smaller hands fumbled just a little finding the edges of the open slit in her neck, before I pulled my head inside hers. For a moment, it was all confused darkness, and then I felt her lips, her nose, and where her eyes would be from the inside. Pressing them against my own features, feeling the tight, comforting constriction as they almost greedily attached to my own, as a whiteness came onto my vision.

I moaned, a sensation of heat and the slightest steam coming from my back, as her skinsuit sealed my inside; at the beginning, the moan had been in my deep masculine, but at the end it was only the soft, cute voice of Grace leaving my mouth. The eyes that opened were hers, the body, utterly hers as well, as Grace Miura stood panting in her bedroom.

“Mhmmm…”

A lewd, embarrassed grin came onto her soft lips, as she reached down and parted the new, wet slit between her legs, a trickle of love juices sliding out down her inside thigh.

“I can never get over how addictive it feels, getting inside a girl…”

I giggled a little and it came out adorable, before I spun around and felt the weight of my new assets shift as I moved.

“Her body is so erotic, what the hell?”

I tried to ignore my pulsing desire to explore her body further, squeezing her boobs and laughing a little at just how pleasurable it felt from the inside.

I have to get dressed, I have to remember why I did this in the first place…

Grace’s clothes lay on the floor in front of me, discarded and still warm from her wearing them just a few minutes ago. I lifted her panties, pouting a little at their beige color and complete lack of sexiness.

Hmm, well, maybe in a way this is more pervy. After all, Grace is such an innocent girl… and now she has a boy inside of her. How naughty…

I slid her panties on, bra following, completing her outfit piece by piece. Within a few minutes, I was standing in her skirt and blouse, her cardigan on top. Seeing her memories, contrasting the view between her personality and my own as I checked her out in the mirror, I couldn’t help but laugh at how different the perspectives were on her style. Grace thought she looked respectable and well put together, and in a way she kinda did. Looking at her from my own perspective though, she really did dress like an unintentionally sexy schoolgirl.

The sound of the doorbell roused me from my thoughts. There were two types, one for a person at the front of the building, looking to be buzzed in, and another for someone already at the entrance to the apartment. This was the one that denoted the visitor was right outside.

Immediately, my heartbeat spiked in my chest.

A-ahhh, she’s here…

I could feel the nerves, the terror at having to talk to another person from my stolen Grace personality, and in a strange way it was calming; Feeling such fear over a benign interaction was just humorous when compared to my own, similar fear at experiencing a potentially fatal one.

Don’t worry, don’t worry… my disguise is flawless. There’s no way she’ll be able to see through it!

I gave one last smile to the girl in the mirror, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear as I glanced over my reflection. The hunters were looking for Alex; Caucasian, medium to tall height. Short hair and a tired look in his eyes. A bland enough guy, just like any other. The person in the mirror was a busty short-stack Asian beauty with a shy smile and a wholesome innocence to her whole demeanor, that went maybe a little at odds with her erotic body. Long dark hair, obvious East Asian heritage, and more than a whole head shorter than Alex. Obviously, explicitly female.

She’s so different from me physically. They’ll never be able to tell.

I smiled, feeling even a little at ease, before I began to walk to the front door. Alicia was gone from the kitchen now, probably headed out with Frank on a date, or to a party. I hadn’t seen Jessica today (and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, when I looked like Grace; knowing how mean Jessica would be.), so she could really be anywhere. It was very likely I was alone in the apartment.

I steeled my nerves one last time at the door handle, gulping a little as I got into character, and I opened the door.

The girl on the other side was almost exactly as I remembered her. Short, with pink hair going down to her shoulders, she had a mischievous and youthful grin, like a misbehaving kid who knows something you don’t. She was in a checked pink dress with an oversized cardigan on top, with little rabbit designs on it. Her hair had similar cutesy hair pins scattered through it, of a carrot, a candycorn, and a cartoon rabbit head.

“Heya, well if you aren’t a cutie!”

She was all smiles as she looked up and down my body, the sensation of her wandering eyes causing a shiver to work through me.

“A-ah… thank you…”

I averted my gaze, my body language so clearly uncomfortable. I was so grateful for Grace’s regular nerves to hide my own inside: A socially anxious girl being scared to talk to people helped hide my own fear right now.

“What’s your name? Ahh, don’t worry, I’m not some stranger! I’m here to see Alex.”

I could see her smile out of the corner of my eye as I stared at the floor, trying to be a little comforting, even as her high energy personality was totally at odds with Grace’s rampant introversion.

“I’m Grace…”

A small voice came out, sounding so shy. The girl got a strange look on her face, slightly blushing, Grace’s charms working a little too well to resist, even for her.

“Well Grace, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Lucy. Ohhh, you’re just so adorable!”

Taking a sudden initiative, she slid over the threshold of the apartment, pulling me into a sudden cuddle. I gasped as she did it; Lucy was a short girl, but inside of Grace, we were the same height. I felt her b-cup breasts smush a little into my much bigger double-d’s as she hugged me, only managing to let out a small “eek!” at the sudden uninvited intimacy.

“Sorry, hehe… I couldn’t resist, you know?”

She had a mischievous grin as she pulled away, as I was the one blushing now. She helped herself in my moment of surprise to wander past, walking into the apartment.

“So, is Alex in? I really, really need to see him.”

“Ah… n-no… I don’t know. Are you his fr-friend?”

Grace’s voice really sold the nerves, as I tried to find out even a little from this forceful girl. Obviously, I knew that she was nothing to Alex. Not a friend, or even anyone “Alex” had ever spoken to.

“I’m more than that, you know. I’m his girlfriend.”

Lucy’s smile was huge as she turned to me, a strange knowing quality hanging off her words. It seemed that no matter what she said, there was an air like she knew the punchline to an inside joke I was excluded from, like she was eternally taunting me just a little, but in a way that frustratingly could never be proved.

“Are you? I-I didn’t know he had a…”

“Aww, you mean he hasn’t been talking about me? I’m hurt!”

A pout found its way onto Lucy’s lips, before she just began to laugh.

“Only kidding. We’re a pretty new couple, you know? I guess he was just waiting to tell everyone later. Why…”

Now she seemed to focus in on me, a certain energy filling the space that put me on edge.

“… what is Alex to you?”

It felt like she was creeping closer to me, even though logically I knew she wasn’t even moving. I couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved. Truthfully, Grace was nothing more than an acquaintance to me, someone I lived with yet didn’t know, her own nerves keeping her far away from ever being a real part of my social circle. Wearing Grace’s personality, I could feel a yearning to get to know me, and Alicia, and Frank, and even a yearning to somehow, inexplicably become some sort of friend to Jessica. She was a lonely girl, who just wanted connection, and to maybe make some friends at university.

I felt my heart grow heavy, feeling so many of her emotions, before I overpowered them inside my head to focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t like I could ever become a friend to Grace if I got killed by hunters.

“He’s… he’s my flatmate.”

“Ohh, is he? Are you sure you don’t have a crush on MY man?”

She gloated a little, teasing, before laughing.

“Just kidding. I think I’ll go to his room and see if he’s about. I have a feeling he’s somewhere around here.”

She’s so impetuous…

My thoughts of nervous disdain, colored by fear of this strange girl, made me have a wary dislike of her, as I followed along.

“If I’m not mistaken, this should be his room, right… here.”

She reached for the door handle, certain to barge right inside. I could see a certain enthusiasm, a curiosity mixed with rapturous excitement as her hand closed around it.

She’s so distracted right now…

Time seemed to slow a little, as I watched her back. She was right there, right in front of me, with her back turned. In range of my spines, her soft back waiting to be pierced. Now was the time to do it, to turn her and wipe that smug grin off her face, as she became just another vessel for me. The idea of what I could learn inside a monster hunter’s skin, the things she must have seen and done, the skills that would come with her body. I almost began to salivate when I thought about it all.

It's my best chance, now, as her guard’s down…!