A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Consciousness came slowly, drifting gently onto Grace as she came around. She felt relaxed, blissfully so, her muscles almost melting into the mattress as her mind gently awakened.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good… so little stress, so little anxiety… I don’t even remember getting into bed. I really must have been exhausted. How long have I slept…? I don’t have any classes today, so I guess it’s okay. Sometimes we need to rest and recuperate too, right…?

Of course, normally Grace was a little too anxious to ever take such a lackadaisical attitude, but it seemed today she felt different. She drifted off happily into the comforting oblivion of unconsciousness for thirty of forty minutes more, before rising once again and opening her eyes.

She sat up, eyes blurry and caked with sleep, before yawning and rubbing them clear, only just beginning to regain the cognizance to understand what was going on when she took in the hand she just used.

The skin was pale, not quite in the same way as her ordinary hand, rather a subtly different shade of skin, fingernails painted a deep red color. She flexed those fingers now in disbelief, flipping her hand over and back, examining them with the quiet detachment wrought by disbelief. They were longer than her ordinary ones, and ever so slightly more slender, with narrow wrists and smooth white forearms. Looking closely, she could see the slightest hint of a few freckles on those arms now, a feature she’d simply never possessed at any time before this.

It was about then with the synapses in her brain caught up with what she was seeing, and she realized this wasn’t her arm at all.

“W-w-w… what?”

Her voice didn’t sound like hers either.

“W-what?! Huhhhh??”

Gone was the soft, cute almost squeaks she was accustomed to, traded for a tone that was just a little more husky and breathy; the restrained and adorable tones of a shy girl swapped out for the suggestive and teasing voice of a succubus.

In her confused panic, Grace glanced down at her body now, the naked form tumbling from her neck across the bed being nothing like she was used to. She threw off the sheets and exposed it in all it’s unfamiliar glory, taking in fully her long, luscious legs and the toned abdominal muscles that greeted her.

Her body before had been much shorter, and more voluptuous, comfortable and soft and perfectly proportioned in a different way, even if the girl herself had been too insecure to ever acknowledge or realize that was how her body truly appeared. The shape that greeted her now had been gym forged and toned, hard sweaty effort shaping this skin from that of an ordinary pretty girl into the type of seductive, co-ordinated beauty you just wanted to see move.

Her hands cupped her breasts, fingertips sinking into their perky, sensitive forms as she moaned in that voice, the sudden stimulation and the strangely arousing situation making her new pussy moisten with sudden desire.

“Oh… oh my God…”

Thinking about it, or more likely feeling, Grace suddenly became hyper aware of what was in between her legs, and more specifically the pulsing, used soreness that was emanating from it. It wasn’t sore in a way that was a bother, as such, rather there was a certain pleasure that seemed to emanate from it, like the high after exercise, but much more primal than even that somehow.

“Did… did I…”

She gulped as all the possibilities tumbled together in her head.

“… I mean… this body. Did it…?”

Not wanted to think for even a moment what “she’d” done recently, or more likely the previous inhabitant of this body, Grace spun her legs over the bed and stood.

“W-wow… that was fast.”

Hurrying over to the mirror, she had to appreciate the obvious increase in dexterity that her new skin seemed to confer, that and the general appearance more than denoting just how in shape she now really was.

“Wait… n-no way… you’re kidding…”

Staring back at her, copying her movements exactly, was Jessica.

Jessica, the girl who’d been bullying her for the entire beginning of the year, before suddenly and inexplicably stopping. Jessica, the slutty gym bunny who couldn’t resist fucking whoever she liked, and loved showing off. Jessica, the confident bad girl who embodied everything Grace wasn’t.

“A-and… and now… I’m that bad girl…”

Curious hands wandered around the slack face of the white girl in the mirror, feeling and prodding features numbed by surprise until the disbelief turned into confusion.

“How did this happen? And why did this happen? And, I mean, wait… if I’m Jessica, does that mean she’s me??”

The last few words lowered into a whisper, as all the bizarre, messy possibilities hurried to Grace, fear and worry not withstanding what Jessica might do in her skin.

“I… I should go check. Just to be sure, right? Well…”

Even with that thought, Grace couldn’t take her eyes off the girl in the mirror. It’s difficult to overstate just how disorientating it can really be, looking in the mirror and seeing someone else entirely follow your movements, totally at your mercy.

Especially when it was the girl who’d been bullying you. The mean girl, so unrepentantly cruel. That girl who was always so, so…

Sadistic!

Rude!

Merciless!

Aggressive!

Dominant!

… Hot!

Wait, what…?

Grace shook her head as unfamiliar red hair swung in either direction, a confused blush coloring pale cheeks, before whispering partly for herself and partly just to hear the new voice that was at her mercy to use.

“I… I mean… logically, anyone can see Jessica is hot. Right? They all know that. It’s not weird to acknowledge it, after all. It’s perfectly normal for a girl to find another girl attractive, it doesn’t mean anything!”

Newly sea green eyes, so captivating to suddenly control, gently teased from Jessica’s newly acquired legs up to muscular, lithe thighs and hips, to the perky breasts that sat on Grace’s chest now, crowned with nipples in a beautiful shade of pink. Finally, they reached her face, peering closer in the mirror and really examining her flawless complexion, and the subtle contours of her face, so symmetrical.

“I guess… I guess I’m the pretty one, now. Huh…?”

Grace stared at her reflection as the seconds ticked into minutes, losing herself to all she was seeing, before the urge to go check on her own body began to press against her brain with too much **** to be ignored. With almost visible effort, she tore herself away from the mirror, grabbing Jessica’s crimson satin bathrobe and shivering with tactile pleasure as it slid on her skin, before beginning to march towards the door.

Nerves and fears alike bloomed inside the shy girl filling out the skin of her bully, as she reached for the door handle to Jessica’s bedroom.

“I… I have to do this. Right?! How hard can it be? I’ll just head on over there, and find out, right? And then I’ll, we’ll, uhmmm… we’ll sort this out! Right! Or… something?”

She stopped in her tracks, finger curled around the handle, as for just a second she was paralyzed with the indecision that had haunted her for nearly her whole life.

“C’mon Grace… act like the girl you look like! Jessica wouldn’t hesitate, so… why should you now! I can… I can do this!”