A Bitch in a Shy Girl's skin

I was woken up by a bang, the door flying against the wall, as a surprisingly sheepish looking Jessica cringed a little. Evidently, she hadn’t quite realized how strong she was now as she’d burst in and was momentarily staring in amazement at her arms.

Not quite the smoothest entrance, Grace… well, anyway, time to get into my role.

I rocketed up on the bed, looking dumbfounded as I took in the startled red-head who’d just burst in the room.

“What the fuck? Why do you look like me?”

My own hands rocketed up to my mouth, eyebrow furrowed and eyes wide as I really sold my surprise.

“My… my voice? Why does it sound so, so cutesy and stupid??”

My eyes flicked lower, taking in the sight (and feeling the weight) of Grace’s truly indulgent breasts on my chest, her tummy flat from her good diet yet no-where near as toned as Jessica’s, and finally threw off the sheets exposing those ultra curvy hips and comparatively shorter legs.

I nearly lost it there, struggling to appear horrified at the unexpected body swap when inside I couldn’t help but feel ultra-aroused euphoria seeing such an explicitly female body below me. Even if I’d been wrapped up tight and happy inside Jessica, it still felt both so amazing and so fresh seeing another beautiful woman’s form stretching out from her point of view.

“Why am I… why am I someone else?? What the fuck??”

“Shhhh, you’re being too loud!!”

“Jessica” ran over to me, pushing me back down onto the bed as she pressed her hands over my lips, accidentally finding herself straddling me in the process. Wrapped in that skin she really was stronger than me, at least if I didn’t use a Skinwalker's hidden strength. And so now, pressed into the mattress, the satin bathrobe slipping off in the process exposing her, and feeling Jessica’s strong hands squishing down the plump lips I was wearing, I couldn’t help but get wet at Grace suddenly taking initiative in her new body.

“Mmmm, mhhggfffuuf”

I moaned into her hands, feeling them vibrate against my mouth, while trying not to laugh at seeing Grace’s expression of innocent panic look so novel and unfamiliar on Jessica’s face.

“J-Jessica, please, I can explain! Well, uhmm, okay, no, so technically it’s not like I can really explain, explain, but like, I can explain a little bit.”

“Mffhhhfhfhh!!”

“Don’t freak out, don’t freak out!!”

Somehow, hearing a command like that really made me feel the opposite of its intention. Still though, as I writhed just a little underneath Grace I couldn’t help but feel so turned on at the friction of our naked bodies rubbing together. Knowing that it was Grace in Jessica’s skin, while she thought I was Jessica in hers, just made this so much hotter.

“Okay, so, I know this is going to sound crazy! Believe me, it sounds so crazy for me too, but you have to believe me! We swapped bodies!”

I stopped my struggling, as if this somehow had cleared everything up for just a second, before I started writhing with even greater urgency.

“No, no, stop! You’re going to wake up Alicia and Frank! Or Alex, if he’s even here. Please!”

I looked her in the eyes as I kept up my writhing routine, before she seemed to get some kind of grip over herself.

“I’ll take my hands off your mouth if you promise not to scream, okay?”

“Mhhmm.”

“Okay?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, so, ehmm… I’m going to do it. One, two…”

“Mhgffmmm!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it now!”

Grace sheepishly removed her hand from my lips, finding it covered in saliva. I felt myself get wetter at the novel thought I’d smeared her own spit all over her hands, before I dived into my roleplay as the bitchy body-swapped red-head properly.

“You switched our bodies?? What the fuck Grace?”

“No, no! Of course not!”

“You’re always reading those weirdo books, what is your course even? Myths and legends or something? I bet you found some kind of spell to do this, didn’t you? You’re certainly creepy enough to be a witch.”

“Stop, Jessica, no!! I didn’t do this, I swear! It just happened, I don’t know, it’s like, it’s like… we were talking in the kitchen, and I was so tired, and then, just like, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?”

I huffed petulantly as Grace struggled to explain her side of the story.

“I must have fallen asleep! That’s it, I fell asleep!”

“Ohhh, perfect, mystery solved. Grace fell asleep, way heyyy!”

It was so strange hearing Jessica’s bitchy, sarcastic comments in Grace’s innocent voice. It was an interesting effect actually, her normally sweet tones being rendered saccharine, but somehow the corrupt, devious little inversion of it all just felt so unbelievably hot. I hoped Grace didn’t notice how wet I was getting; it would be a little too difficult to explain why “Jessica” would be so hot and bothered over the idea of body-swapping with the shy girl she’d been bullying.

“It’s… it’s…”

Grace struggled to think of a possible explanation, her brain scrambling even as it was still reeling from the various shocks of such a wild morning. Watching her suffer just a little, I was busy just trying to resist taking on a smug smile; or anything else that might reveal I, “Jessica”, was really the culprit behind all this.

“Aha!”

It was almost as though I could see a light-bulb appear above her head, as she came to her conclusion.

“In the kitchen. This morning. We were talking, and then I said I wanted to be someone else for a while, and it was just a casual thing to say, I wasn’t really thinking about it much. But then you said even you sometimes wanted that too, and, I don’t know, maybe it sounds crazy, but it’s all I can think of! Have you ever seen ‘Freaky Friday’?”

“Yeah, I have…”

“So you get it! It’s just like that movie, two people swapping to see what life is like for the other. I guess some kind of magic must have triggered when we said that.”

I remained silent for a minute, acting like I was processing what she was saying, while internally I couldn’t help but feel grateful her active imagination had come up with such a convenient explanation.

“Okay… so. This is like, really stupid, but… I think you’re right.”

Grace’s eyes lit up at the acknowledgement.

“Ugh, don’t get all happy just because I said you were right. Like, that must obviously be the case, as somehow I doubt you’re actually special enough to be able to do this yourself. Get off me.”

“Ah- Oh!”

At that last comment, Grace realized the extremely compromising position we were in, both naked as she straddled her own form while in the body of her hot bully. A huge blush colored Jessica’s pale cheeks as the innocent girl inside her had her head filled with lewd ideas, suddenly hyper conscious of our soft, sensitive skin rubbing against each other, trading body heat and intimacy.

She tumbled back onto the bed, as I rolled over to stand, before stumbling a little as gravity carried the huge breasts on my chest and upset my balance.

Omg… that’s really going to take some getting used to compared to how comparatively lithe I was as Jessica.

I sauntered over to the mirror, checking myself out. Dark eyes stared back, so close to black they almost seemed to contain every color in their depths, in sharp contrast to the delicate pale of Grace’s flesh. Goosebumps tickled across my body as I took in all my curves in the reflection, my indulgent bust and the **** contours of my hips.

It had always been stunning to me, looking at Grace’s body fully exposed like this, how a girl like her had ever managed to fly under the radar. I had to assume that her personality had some kind of powerful ability, some magical wallflower superpower that made her blend in when this skin by every real metric almost seemed specifically designed to captivate, and invite lust and love alike.

“W-well… I guess I never realized how hot you are. I can work with this…”

“W-what?”

Grace stuttered a little, apparently mishearing, although I had a feeling she’d picked up on every syllable and was really just having a hard time processing what had been said.

Now then… I think I’ve successfully fooled Grace into thinking I’m really Jessica in her skin. I guess now I get to decide how I want to play this. After all, this is the perfect opportunity to make her more confident!

Honestly, I felt better than ever being inside Jessica, so with the right encouragement, I bet I can make Grace feel amazing. A little time playing the role of the confident, popular and party loving Jessica and I bet Grace will get to experience all the same pleasure I got from being in her too.

And… you know… looking at Grace’s body, there really is so much wasted potential here. All I have to do is wear Jessica’s confidence and her knowledge about make-up and female fashion, and my own deep-seated impulses and tastes, and I could have a lot of fun as a new flavor of “Grace Miura~”