Wearing Heather

I opened my eyes to the dim illumination of the portapotty, the pulsing of the multi-colored lights of the rave leaving trails along the plastic ceiling. It seemed the effects of whatever **** Heather had given me had been slightly muffled inside the memory editor, and now, fully back in the real world, I felt their effects fully again.

I reached back to the top of my spine, underneath my long, midnight blue hair, and taking a good grip, pulled. The pain stung for a moment, before I felt the rush of cool air meet my real skin underneath Rachel’s, as my male head was pulled free from hers.

“Phew… what a day”

I leaned my head back against the wall as I breathed deeply, before noticing how… normal the air felt.

“Huh…”

I stuffed my head back inside Rachel’s, lining up the features and letting the skin knit together at the back again, and felt the same super deep, rich breaths that felt so pleasurable again, before tearing out of her and returning to normality.

So… when under the influence of **** it affects the skin, but not the real me? Interesting.

The air of the cubicle still smelt like sex as I checked Rachel’s phone, noting that despite so much happening in her memory editor, only a single minute had passed in the real world.

“These powers are scary amazing sometimes…”

I started stripping out of Rachel, freeing myself from her skin as that familiar light slime coated my body and soon dissipated. It felt so cold in the portapotty where it’d felt warm before, and I shivered a little as I noted how loathe I was to be out of a skin. Still…

I smirked at Heather’s beautiful shell, discarded to the side and ripe for its new owner to slip inside. I couldn’t wait to feel her form on me, her juicy curves and plump lips.

How does it feel to kiss with them…?

I was so excited knowing soon I’d experience it firsthand. Standing fully naked, I left Rachel to the side and took a moment to run my hands over my male body, taking the time to enjoy it just for a moment.

My cock felt a little swollen after fucking Heather like that, and I teased over it with my fingers, feeling how sensitive the tip was, before letting a long strand of pre-cum come along with my fingers as they left the head. The shaft felt so hot and slimy, the remnants of Rachel and Heather’s pussy juices still coating it.

How perverse…

I shivered a little with lewd pleasure as I smirked, letting my cock stiffen in my hand. It’d felt so good fucking Heather while wearing Rachel; feeling both genders pleasures at once was something I didn’t think I could ever leave behind.

Still though… sometimes it was nice to be totally a girl. I pulled Heather’s skin free of her clothes and opened her mouth nice and wide, her lipgloss slicking my hands as I slid my foot into her throat.

Her saliva felt so warm as my leg descended into her, a warm, enjoyable feeling spreading through every inch that slid inside, like getting wrapped up in bed after a long day working in the winter cold.

I couldn’t get over how relaxing and natural getting into a skin feels… it’s like all my pleasure sensors were dancing a little, every instinct rejoicing. I knew these sensations had to be the skinwalker instincts warping my mind and body, a corruption running deeper and deeper inside me each day, that felt far too good to ever try to deny.

Both legs now inside, I felt that pins and needles sensation spread as the tightness came and went, leaving me with Heather’s much shorter legs. I tried standing with them, wobbling a little as laughed, my center of gravity so clearly unnatural. I wanted the entirety of her body fast though, so I shoved my arms fully into her mouth, her distended lips going over my shoulders like some kind of terrifying vore fetish art before those lips snapped shut around my neck.

The sight below looked so twisted for a moment, all distended skin with the shape of another body moving beneath the surface, a sight of deranged horror from a nightmare, before my arms filled her empty ones and the pressure caught up. I moaned a little, my masculine voice being so disappointing to hear compared to the feminine ones I craved having now, as the pins and needles got so strong with the pressure. Tighter, tighter and tighter, I gasped as it released, a natural feeling returning below the neck.

I looked down and was treated to the first-person perspective of Heather’s body below me, smirking as I groped her sensitive tits.

“Oh my God… this body…”

The black stain of Rachel’s lips had left sexy little marks on my new breasts, as I let my finger wander over them, teasing gently. I stopped to giggle seeing the fingernails I now wore; pink and sparkly nail polish making them so over the top girly.

And down here…

A pleasant, aching fullness emanated from my pussy, slightly sore from use but in a way that pulsed happily. My touch grazed past shaved pubic hairs as it spread those new lower lips, a globule of my semen sliding down the inside of my stolen thigh.

Mhmmm… I’m literally filled with my own cum right now… this is so kinky…

I bit my lip, before deciding it would be much more fun to bite Heather’s and pulled her face all the way onto me. Lining up the features, I was growing to love the tightness as my head shape compacted into the shape of smaller girls, before the white around my vision passed and my gaze fully surrendered to being Heather’s again.

I was right; her lips were a lot more fun to bite. Plump and soft, they tasted like cherries as I ran my now smaller tongue over them, enjoying every millimeter. A little squeal left me as I thrust a finger into my snatch, getting it slick with cum before I sucked it off.

This taste is so salty, but wrapped up in Heather I kinda love it…

“Mmmm, Alex, I just want to drink all your seed up! I’m such a naughty girl, use me however you’d like!”

Whining in her voice so petulantly while I roleplayed was turning me on so much! I giggled with glee as I ran my hands all over her curvy little body, enjoying how soft and supple and sensitive I felt now.

It’s like every little piece is an erogenous zone~

I took a scrap of toiled paper and wrapped it around my finger before I worked it inside my pussy, digging out as much cum as I could in an attempt at hiding some evidence. Working around inside it though just ignited the heat higher, and I could feel it oozing as I got so wet. I had to lean my arm against the wall for support with how weak my knees were getting as the sensations got to be too much, the afterglow from Heather’s orgasm still suffusing my body hard.

"Ugghhh… I guess it’s a blessing and a curse being this sensitive, hehe~"

Satisfied with my work, I starting sliding into Heather’s clothes. Pastel pink silk panties and a bra to match felt so luxurious and satisfying as they cupped my new breasts and pussy, but how wet the panties still felt just worked to turn me on.

Who would have ever thought I’d love wearing women’s underwear so much…?

I felt like such a pervert… but I was wearing a woman’s body too, so everything matched at least.

My pervy feelings got even stronger when I slipped into Heather’s clothes; her pastel pink and white anime schoolgirl outfit. It felt so light and comfy on my soft new flesh, but with the way the short skirt flared out over these hips and the way my boobs pressed against the top made me feel so very sexual.

She really dresses like this…? So many guys and girls will be looking at me…

I was blushing like mad as I thought about it; a little embarrassed that I’d be seen like this, but mainly embarrassed at how much I liked it.

I kinda love dressing so girly…

I closed my eyes and let Heather’s memories flow into me, my body naturally falling into the way she’d stand as I thrust myself inside her personality and began wearing it the same way I’d worn her body. Being a little girl and watching Kiki’s delivery service on an early morning TV channel while home sick from school. Falling in love with anime and videogames, playing the Wii before getting a PlayStation, an Xbox, and a PC. Starting to cosplay, dressing up as Sailor Mars one year from Sailor Moon at Halloween, getting carried away. Starting to post pictures online and developing a fanbase, cosplay and streams, getting sponsorships, going to college less for a degree and more for a fun experience, while never have to worry about money.

I opened my eyes, a confused look on my face. Was Heather… someone important? I opened her phone up, checking her Instagram, finding hundreds of thousands of followers on her account.

What the hell…?

A quick look through her phone confirmed everything her memories had said; she was making so much from streaming and cosplay that she more than qualified as a pro… college was literally just something she was doing for fun.

I’d never known all that much about gaming culture, streams and stuff like that. I played games and watched anime, but so did most college students these days. But Heather… it seemed like she was really, really into this stuff.

I puzzled about it, before I heard…