and grabbing a shower.

"Nrrggh... fuck..."

Waking up after last night's escapades, I wandered into the bathroom and walked up to the mirror. Staring at my reflection, I ran my hands over my face, pinched my cheeks, and even stretched my cheek to the point it went well beyond what was natural. My original masculine face peaking out from underneath Vicky's effeminate guise.

It was all real. I was a skin stealing creature and I was wearing Vicky. It was all real.

I could feel my nipples harden again as I continued looking on at myself, releasing my cheek with a snap as Vicky's face settled into place over top of my old one.

"It's so fucking surreal..."

I ran my hand through my dyed hair, pulling the hair tie out and letting my hair fall into its natural state. Makeup slightly smeared from sweat, I continued inspecting the face I wore turning my head side to side as I looked over Vicky's gorgeous features.

I blew myself a kiss, and winked at the reflection before smirking and turning to the shower to turn it on, letting hot steamy water come raining down into the tub basin.

"If you can hear me, Vicky, I'm sorry for stealing your skin... but I'm happy it was you. I'm actually looking forward to living as a girl for a bit. Honestly, I would have never thought I'd be saying this as someone content and comfortable being a guy, but that damned creature gave me this curse... and I might as well give this new existence a try. I'm still pissed at that thing for what it did to me, but I can't blame it for closing the factory. That's something from corporate. If Ririka wasn't being worn, she'd probably have done the same... and might have called security on me."

I chuckled at the thought of the guard dragging me, screaming out of Ririka's temporary office. A stuffy, human, bitch that wouldn't be laying a curse on me, save for a few choice words.

I stepped into the shower, relishing in the warmth of the hot water, running my finger through my hair again, feeling what it was like to have long wet hair. The hot droplets trickling down my cleavage and tickling my body, I grabbed her loofah from a hook on the wall and squirted some of the floral scented body wash she had into it. Lathering up and loving every minute of it, feeling up my curves in the steamy shower.

"So good..."

In a brief moment of clarity, I had to stop my self as I felt my folds moistening again from my arousal.

"I was never this perverse. I'll have to inspect Vicky's memories a bit more to see if she was like this, or if this curse is really warping me."

Regardless, I continued on lathering up, washing the body I now controlled. Getting into every nook & cranny, properly washing my hair with cooler water and her special shampoo & conditioner, and really just doing a proper job of scrubbing away the previous day's grime.

Wrapping that up, and drying off with the towel Vicky had hung up in the bathroom, I went over to her dresser and pulled out a makeup removing wipe. According to her memories, you couldn't just wash away makeup in the shower.

"That's kinda dumb. I'll have to remember to do this before showering next time."

Next I went about brushing & combing my hair while admiring its color and sheen. Vicky was very fond of this color. She was a natural blonde, but had gone about trying different colors like bleach blonde, midnight purple, icy blue, and even candy apple red before finally settling on the vibrant wine red/maroon she had now. After doing my hair I went about applying my makeup, which wasn't much since she didn't like dealing with foundation and her bike helmet. Just some eye liner, eyeshadow, and lipstick.

Slipping on a clean shirt & panties, I then proceeded into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I prepped the coffee maker for a cup or two, and then pulled some frozen waffles out of the freezer and put them in the toaster. Popping open the fridge, I saw a plastic container with some leftover bacon that Vicky had prepped yesterday. I happily set the strips on a plate and put them in the microwave to reheat. As the waffles popped out of the toaster, I heard the coffee pot start to fill as the aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the kitchen. While all this was going on, I opened a kitchen window a crack to let some of the cool morning air seep in. The bright sun shimmering in as I shielded my eyes, a smile on my face as I went about enjoying my morning.

After plating the waffles & bacon and dousing them in syrup, I poured myself a cup of coffee and headed into the living room. Sitting the plate and cup on the coffee table, I noticed there were some old TV dinner tray tables folded up in the corner. Grabbing one and setting it up, I then placed my breakfast on the tray table, and plopped down on the cushy couch.

Turning on one of the mechanic shows that Vicky was fond of, I set to eating breakfast with a little TV. Sweet, syrupy waffles, warm coffee, and a show that tickled the interest of my new skin.

This is honestly pretty good. Hard to beat waffles, whether I'm myself or Vicky.

Tossing the dishes in the sink, I went back to Vicky's room and laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it spun.

"Man, I don't think I'll get over how wild this is."

I rolled over and spotted a record player on a wooden chest of drawers with a milk crate of albums laying in the floor next to it. I went over and fingered through the collection. Sitting cross-legged, I skimmed through the vinyls. A healthy mix of rock and heavy metal from many greats of the 70s and 80s were in here, fitted comfortably in their worn album jackets. Pulling out one of Maiden's early albums, I placed the record on the turntable, sat the needle in the groove with that iconic crackle as the record began to play. Soon dopamine was flowing like wine in my head as I jammed out.

After about 30 minutes of jamming, I wrapped up my morning routine brushing my teeth, tying my hair in a ponytail, and finally donning my leather attire.

I then pulled the needle off the record, and grabbed my delivery bag and headed out to start my day.

"Alright world, here comes Vicky."