“Tell me more about Skinwalkers… about what we can do”

An evil grin crept on her face as she spun around a leather chair in the corner and took a seat, crossing her short legs in a way that gave just the smallest momentary glance at her pussy.

“There’s quite a lot of variation on that front actually, so it really depends on the Skinwalker. We are terribly rare though I’m afraid, so I can’t say I’ve seen most abilities in person, even despite living so long and meeting more than a handful of our kind in my time”

Hearing her refer to these creatures as “our kind” still creeped me out a little, although I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to know everything.

“But if I had to say what brings out a Skinwalker’s extra special unique abilities, I would say having fun.”

“What…?”

I asked, unsure. Having fun was the key to strengthening a Skinwalker?

Candida laughed at my expression, before continuing, amusement clear in her voice.

“Yes, fun. It sounds too simple, doesn’t it? I mentioned Skinwalkers are creatures of instinct, and that is more true than you maybe even realized. Intense emotions, like fear, lust and love all tap into something deep and primal in humans, and much more so in Skinwalkers. It’s in moments like these where you may find yourself transcend and gain new abilities, cascading into your body and head as your form evolves in minutes to be something greater.

For example, one case I know is of a Parisian skinwalker who had been participating in an orgy for three days straight, swapping skins between the participants every few hours and using each body to the fullest. They became so absorbed in the rapture of their lust, they evolved then and there, gaining the ability to produce powerful pheromones that could drive anyone they chose into heat, essentially allowing them to create ravenous sexual appetites in any partner, and never, ever be refused sex.”

My eyes were wide as I listened to the story, my heat beating a little faster in my chest as I felt an excitement, and an ambition stir in my heart.

“Another case was a pair of Nigerian Skinwalkers, who had fallen madly in love with one another and stayed together for decades and decades, stealing the lives of couples for months and even years, always together. Their bond became so strong, they both evolved together, forging a permanent telepathic link between them, feeling what the other felt and seeing from each other’s eyes as they made love and navigated life together.”

Developing abilities like these, or something else, stirred something in me. I wanted these powers, I wanted to live a life able to do these things, to have these experiences. I wanted it all. Perhaps my thoughts left an expression on my face, as Candida notices and stood, walking over to me.

“I can see I’ve made you interested, haven’t I?”

She smiled as she got close. She was so much smaller than me, such a petite girl. It was hard to believe this was the true skin of the terrifying monster who had attacked me just a couple of days ago. She got close and wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, before digging her nails in and pulling, a wet tearing sound emanating as darkness descended on me for me for a moment. I blinked and blinked as I realized what she’d done, pulling Lisa’s face off of mine and letting it hang down over the naked breasts on my chest. I’d been so absorbed in the things she’d told me, I’d almost forgotten the crazy situation I was in.

“You’re looking much healthier already.”

She smiled and lead me by the hand over to a mirror, my tongue feeling alien in my own mouth as I ran it over the teeth I’d had my whole life yet now almost seemed unfamiliar. In the mirror I saw my body, wide hips and a light tan, thighs just the right amount of thick with drying fluids down my inner thighs and still wet cum trailing down. My body actually kind of smelled after our activities; a sweet yet sour smell of sweat and sex; the smell Lisa gave off after being fucked to exhaustion in a wild heat. The paler skin of my clearly male head sat atop this body of a Goddess; an incongruous sight that turned me on again as I felt my pussy twinge, and an urge to stick a finger in it rise.

She was right, I was looking a lot healthier, healthier than I’d looked in years. My cheeks had a healthy color to them, and the customary bags under the eyes from staying up late gaming, drinking, partying and studying so common for college students were gone. Even my hair seemed fuller and shinier, like It’d been styled and restored to peak condition.

“I… I look so much better than normal.”

My deep male voice surprised me, the deeper vibration of my vocal chords seeming both satisfying yet disappointing to hear. I’d grown used to having a girls voice to match a girls body; My own voice just had a different tone to it now.

“Of course! Just one of the perks of being a Skinwalker. Being out of a skin invariably starts making you feel terrible and run down, like staying awake for days without rest. It’s not healthy at all for us. But getting wrapped up in a skin, safe and warm and hidden? Well, it works wonders for the complexion. It’s good for the mental health too.”

She laughed at that, as even though it seemed to be true, stealing another’s skin and walking around as them was unlikely to be on any positive mental health bulletin boards on campus anytime soon.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Her eyes sparked as she said that, an illicit pride beaming from her expression as she lead me back into the corridor, to what seemed like a door at the center of the apartment.

“I had the whole Penthouse specially designed you know. At the center, is a private courtyard, which sunlight shines into, yet no-one from the outside can ever see. My own little private garden of Eden.”

She opened the door and lead me into the room, and sure enough, through the glass windows I could see a garden, full of grasses and flowers, with some seats laid out too, and sun-loungers. It was an elegant and beautiful space, utterly removed from what one would ever expect to be on the top floor.

“And something else that might excite you…”

She gestured around. I’d been so fixated on the central courtyard, I hadn’t even noticed what lay around it. Around the outdoor courtyard, and still inside the building, was a square room, perfectly hemming in the little section of outside. Four doors were present in each cardinal direction, allowing one to move from the courtyard to this surrounding room. But what was really striking was the rooms contents; Skins of every color, shape and legal age were hanging on racks, or laying on surfaces.

“Welcome to my fitting room. Feel free to look around.”

Candida was beaming with pride. I, on the other hand, was struck by a strange mix of horror, astonishment, and a strong, perverted desire to put on one of these skins.

“There’s so many…”

I couldn’t just ignore so many of them, these were real lives stolen. There could be one hundred people here, hi-jacked for her amusement. I was glad of my male voice, as it lent a deep seriousness to my tone as I turned to her.

“Candida, who are these people? Where did you get them?”

She laughed, a mixture of mirth and mocking, a kind of laugh I couldn’t tell if she was delighted at a harmless misunderstanding, or a cruel laugh one might direct at a naïve child, saying something they didn’t understand.

“Oh, don’t worry! I suppose you’ve only been a skinwalker for a few days after all. It’s all ethical, I do maintain some moral standards. Many here are **** row inmates, or people with terminal illnesses. They were all slated for **** in a few days anyway, so what’s the harm in making them skins? They go painlessly, I get a new body. Really it’s a win-win for everyone.”

“And the others? Surely they aren’t all so convenient.”

“Criminals, some who were caught and others the law wasn’t quite able to get because of their wealth and connections. It was two birds with one stone; A fresh, guilty little skin for me to enjoy, and more wealth to keep me in the green. Although I must confess; One or two of these skins didn’t do anything so overt as breaking the law.”

A sadistic gleam was in her eyes;

“Some of them were just bullies, little bitches who loved to torment others for their own gain. When I saw that, I didn’t really feel too bad about reducing them to an outfit. Whether you admit it now or not, you would probably do the same. And if you still think you wouldn’t, you just haven’t been a skinwalker long enough yet.”

I took in what she’d said and rolled it around in my head. She’d been around for centuries, it probably shouldn’t be surprising she’d have built up a huge collection of identities to parade around in. But I only had her word for their guilt; She could easily be lying about where they’d come from. I needed to decide right here and now whether or not I would trust her, or turn on her right now.