him into a girl's skin

Jimmy stood, a combination of fear and bravery suffusing his demeanor. I couldn’t help but admire him, if our positions had been reversed I might not have the guts to stand up to a friend who was turning into a monster, even if I’d wanted to. Still though, our positions were as they were, and that meant I couldn’t risk not having him on my side.

“Jimmy… I’m sorry, but I can’t risk you telling someone else, or trying to stop me.”

“Wha---”

Surprise and horror registered on his face, his sentence cut short in a blur as I dived across onto him and penetrated him with the spines. I felt that increasingly familiar release of the skinwalker fluid, while he thrashed to get me off for just a moment before its effects began weakening him. By the time he tried to punch me, his fist was already deflating.

His eyes looked panicked and horrified, before they glazed over as he became fully a skin. I could feel his soul now, contained within the part of me that was skinwalker. He was always up for mischief, naturally extroverted while still being patient and friendly with quieter people too. A genuinely good guy, who also couldn’t help but feel the draw to the darkness, exemplified by the secret TG fetish he’d kept. I could read it all now like a book.

The twisted dream of possessing another person… feeling their body as your own, all the subtle differences. Especially crossing the gender fence, and becoming a woman. Impersonation and sexual ecstasy as you cried out in her voice…

It surprised me how similar our tastes really were, but then, perhaps on some subconscious level, this explained how well we’d gotten on, even while we both kept these impulses a secret.

“Ha, sorry Jimmy. I guess your fetish dream is coming true, even if it’s not necessarily how you wanted it to.”

I hadn’t gotten a choice in all this, and now I’d taken away Jimmy’s choice too. Still… I bit my lip while I thought of how good I’d felt when I was in Lisa’s skin. Once he’d experienced how much pleasure women received, there’d be no-way he wouldn’t become addicted, just like I had.

But where was I going to get a woman’s skin? I could try the street, maybe just tackle the first girl who came along? No, that was stupid. I’d take someone inside the house, less chance of discovery, and less chance of them escaping too. I knew Jimmy had a few female housemates, but I only knew for certain one of them was here right now; Rachel.

I thought about the Goth girl, with her punk inspired style and her bold makeup. Leather skirts and corsets, fishnet tights, black lipstick and chunky black boots. A skinny, pale body with enough curves in the right places to still give her a wonderfully feminine silhouette, and icy blue eyes all made her seem like a living ghost, and one straight out of a Halloween sex fantasy.

Her body would be a perfect vessel for Jimmy to experience a girl’s life. Okay, so she was a pretty out there choice in terms of lifestyle and friends, but that was a major perk too. Living as her would seem every inch the fantasy brought to life, and should be exciting enough to get him hooked.

My decision made, I walked over to her room, a large bat silhouette with her name on it adorning the door and making sure I definitely had the right place, and threw open the door, striding in.

“A- Alex!”

She turned, a weird mix of surprise, nerves and adoration playing out on her face. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but I didn’t really have time to question it as I closed the distance between us and stabbed her swiftly, falling on top of her on the bed.

“Ohhhh…!”

She moaned out at my sudden weight on top of her, looking breathless and excited. I furrowed my brow as her weird reactions were creeping me out a little, hoping that the skinwalker liquid would leave my fingertips faster so she’d be a skin quickly. Finally, her face deflated, a look of gentle ecstasy on her expression.

I lifted her vacant shell out of her clothes, fighting to restrain a sudden urge to get inside it and steal her life for my own. Something about her rebellious, in your face clothes and natural beauty made me want to assume her form, but I was able to stop myself trying her on right then and there.

Remember, this is all for a higher plan. Don’t get distracted!

Having two extra souls inside at once was a strange experience. At first, it seemed as though it was all too much, like something deep inside me was overflowing and threatening to burst, but then all at once it expanded, growing to feel like having these stolen souls was the most natural thing in the world.

Feeling Rachel’s soul inside was an even stranger experience. I knew I wouldn’t have the full run of it until I wore her skin, but I could tell a few things already; She loved the occult and the supernatural, and held an unhealthy fixation with Skinwalkers in particular. It seemed for her it was a fetish; but rather than wanting to wear these skinsuits like I’d secretly craved, she’d wanted to be worn, utterly dominated in a way only being worn like that could grant.

I ran my hands through her surprisingly silky dark blue hair, admiring her features.

So, she might actually like to be worn…

It went a ways to explain her reaction when I’d come in; her most recent memories told me she’d overheard my revelation to Jimmy.

This trip has been such a mess… two people finding out this dark secret, my best friend turning on me while his freaky flatmate seems to get off on it...

Still though, it was encouraging. If Rachel really felt this way, perhaps she could be pliable towards my ideas. She might be a very useful ally, especially with what I was planning. I recovered Jimmy’s skin from his room and brought it into Rachel’s, locking the door and setting up her novelty “do not disturb” sign she kept around here.

That done, I grabbed her hair and pulled her skin free of her clothes, needing to remove some pieces by hand that didn’t fall away.

"Black lace, huh…?"

I considered how sexy her bra and panties were, as the boner I’d been sporting ever since I began turning people into skins pulsed. I had half a mind to use Rachel’s skin as a sex toy to get off with, but restrained myself.

There had been something I’d been curious about ever since I restored Lisa, and now I was gong to test it out. I bound Rachel’s wrists and ankles to the corner of her bed with black ropes that she helpfully had lying around, her rooms collection of strange and sinister oddities aiding me in my dark deeds.

The skinwalker spines looked as alien and horrifying as ever as they re-emerged, before I stabbed her skin and allowed a soul to flow out of it, filling her body; Jimmy’s soul.

I smiled, a mixture of wonder and an evil fascination as her body filled, looking every inch Rachel from the outside, but with Jimmy’s soul inside.

I can’t believe this is working… I’m so excited!

The possibilities of this ability spread out ahead of me as the last of Jimmy’s soul left my fingertips, and admired the beautiful naked body of Rachel I’d filled with it.