A couple becomes a couple

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

I smiled at Grace, while she just fidgeted with her fingers and stared intently at the shapes laying spreadeagled across her bed.

“At least they were easy enough to get.”

My voice sounded re-assuring, speaking out loud for both our benefits. I could tell Grace was nervous; even if she’d asked for this, it must still be quite the intense proposition. Everyone has wondered what it might be like to be someone else at some point or another, but having the means to do so actually spread out in front of you, the perfect disguises for Halloween available, it had to be an intense thought. Especially for a girl as shy as Grace.

“For the record, they’re a good choice for a lot of reasons. Plus this way we can still act like a couple on the night! Imagine the kind of convoluted sneaking around we’d be doing if we were wearing two people who hated each other or something.”

“Y-yeah… you’re right.”

“What’s up? I know now they’re in front of you it’s kind of a nervous proposition, but believe me, it’s so easy and interesting getting in a skin.”

Seeing Grace fret like this was endearing, although I had to admit, it was making me reflect on myself a little too. A part of me was wondering if her nervous reactions were the normal ones, and my increasing comfort in other people’s skins was my skinwalker side corrupting me.

Although… I also have a fair amount of experience doing this now too, so…

“We can stop at any time. I’ll restore them, and they’ll go back to normal completely. They’ll just be having some fun with us as our costumes for Halloween, harmless.”

She was starting to calm down a bit, the genuine nature of my re-assurances relaxing her. I had to be grateful for how convenient these powers really were, the ability to use people for only a short time before restoring them being one of the greatest boons they could possibly have. Certainly, it soothed what was left of my morals, if nothing else.

“Yeah… you’re right. I guess I’m just nervous. But I mean, who wouldn’t be… becoming someone else is so, so intimate, so bizarre, so…”

“Kinky?”

Grace blushed hard as thoughts of what exactly we could use these skins for burst into her mind.

“Y-yeah, I mean, yeah…”

“Just think of the roleplay possibilities.”

Now she was just making some strange, very cute noises, embarrassment and the shy, overwhelmed desires she was trying not to fully embrace shorting her mind out a little.

“Y-yeah…”

“Want me to show you how to put them on?”

“Yeah…”

I reached out for Frank’s vessel confidently. Of course this made sense. Grace wanted to ease into it, her first skinsuiting adventure. A couple becoming a couple. Frank and Alicia, the unfortunate victims in such close proximity to us. It was all so convenient, we wouldn’t have to worry about some other romantic partner for the skins we wore, and could act just as in love or intimate as we liked without arising any kind of suspicion. I’d get to be Frank, strong, big and masculine, while Grace would get to experience Alicia’s life, the happy, popular ray of sunshine blonde girl.

“W-wait…”

Grace’s voice was almost like a mouse squeak, so quiet and hurried. My hand hovered over Frank’s vacant shell.

“Hm?”

“I… I…”

I just raised my eyebrow, as I waited to hear what she had to say.

“I want to be Frank!”

What???

“W-what???”

I stammered out, surprised.

“I want to be Frank… and I want you to be Alicia!”

She was speaking fast, blushing, and almost panting. Her words were laced with her nerves, a strange, twisted peculiarity to her tone, a hint of shameful, embarrassed desire seeding her syllables.

“You… you want to be Frank? And you want… me to be Alicia?”

“Yes…”

For a moment, I just stared at her while my brain struggled to process what she was saying, but it seemed like she wouldn’t give me the chance.

“It’s just, you know, Frank’s a lot quieter than Alicia. She’s always the bubbly, popular one, you know she has so many friends and is always joking and laughing and stuff. That’s a lot of pressure! And you’ve always been more extroverted than me, so like, I just think you’d be a better Alicia! I think you’d wear her really well too, like you’d be so cute in her skin, and I kinda want to see you inside her, and-”

I seemed to feel twin impacts emotionally as I listened to her. I had to admit, she was speaking a lot of sense. Alicia was always more the talker between them. Frank had a certain gravitas that didn’t require talking too much, which would be a lot handier if you were normally shy and wanting to play one of the couple.

The other impact was all from the way she described me as Alicia. I felt my dick strain against my jeans, instantly hard at her words. Thinking I’d be good as Alicia, dreaming about me wearing her. My girlfriend, her voice almost pleading, wanting to see me inside the skin of our hot blonde roommate.

Ugh, omg, she’s painting such a sexy picture…

My hand drew back from Frank as visions of getting into Alicia assaulted my mind. Getting to be Frank would be fun, of course. Big and strong, he was almost the picture of the ideal masculine life. But getting to be Alicia on the other hand…

I bit my lip as I imagined squeezing into her skin. Getting to be the sunshine blonde, all natural with her blue eyes and tight waist. She didn’t have the biggest breasts at b-cup size, but her cute smile and voice just made the heart soar for having been near it, while the tan-lines in intimate places exposed her outdoorsy, free spirit lifestyle.

“And also…”

Grace sounded quieter now, as she interrupted my reverie.

“… I’m kinda curious what it would be like to be a guy. You understand, don’t you? I mean, I know you used to wonder a lot about being a girl. Everyone gets a little curious about it… although it’s got an extra layer for me.”

She paused a little, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“It’s just… I’m bi. You know that now. I know that now. But, you know… for years I really repressed that. I- I don’t like conflict. I don’t like being a rebel, or stepping on people’s toes. Most of the time I can’t even look the cashier in the eye when I’m buying something at the store. So being into girls, when I’m a girl… a lot of society really, really didn’t like that.”

She looked at her shoes, a certain sad gloom seeming to descend on her. It was easy to tell these were some painful memories. Thoughts of repression were always awful, an act of emotional bondage with none of the pleasurable sexual connotations that word usually brought to mind.

“And I didn’t want to go against society. I… I didn’t want to step on people’s toes. I didn’t want to be into girls. But I am. I am. And there’s nothing I could do about it. I like guys too, but I think if I always only ever was with men I’d die wondering what it was like to be with a woman.”

“Grace…”

I stepped over and pulled her into a hug, feeling her warm, curvy body snuggle against mine. Hearing her share such personal thoughts, the pain she’d kept inside, I felt myself growing closer with the girl I loved emotionally just as much as I was physically.

“… I guess… I guess that’s another reason I’m so happy with you Alex. With you I don’t have to choose just one. I don’t have to just be with a guy. You… you’re my girlfriend just as much as you are my boyfriend. And your powers make that literal too.”

I could hear her laughing a little into my shoulder, even as there were some tears at dredging up all these emotions.

“I’m always happy to be a girl for you, Grace. And I’d love to be your Alicia.”

She laughed a little harder, sunshine breaking through the gloom of her tears.

“That’s just another reason I love you.”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re always a little dishonest, but it’s endearing too.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean dishonest?”

“As if you’re just being a girl for my sake. It’s stupid to try and hide how much you love it. I saw the way you were carrying on as Jenny, it’s clear how happy you are when you’re a woman. And you can be anyone in the world, and the first person you become is Jessica too? She’s so mean, but anyone can see how pretty she is.”

“Ah-! I mean, I mean, there’s a perfectly normal explanation for all of that, you know, ehhh-”

“Shut up, dummy.”

Her innocent voice made my heart melt, hearing those moments of bravery, pushing me down just a little even if it was an act of affection. She looked up, a fresh-faced smile taking her features, after pressing through the catharsis of her darker memories, before she leaned up and kissed me. My heart felt like it was flying as I kissed back, feeling the pressure of her breasts on my chest and the sensation of our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

After a few minutes lost in each other, we broke apart, just staring dazed into each other’s eyes, before she spoke:

“I’m kinda looking forward to seeing how you kiss as Alicia.”

My face burnt a little with a blush, as the thought of it dialed my desire even higher.

“I guess I’m looking forward to seeing how you handle Frank’s body too…”