A different kind of Jessica

“Ughhh, c’mon… let’s just get out of here already.”

“No! I’m going to finish this chapter. I really need to study…”

I was sitting beside Grace at the kitchen table as she pored over her textbooks, trying to resist paying me any attention. A devious smile was creeping onto my face as I watched her; I knew soon I’d be able to break her. I scooted closer, pulling my chair so it was right beside hers, our bare thighs, exposed from the skirts we wore, touching just a little.

“Mhmm, okay. Maybe I’ll study along with you.”

My voice sounded so teasing, lips close to her ear, warm breath tickling her neck. Immediately a furious blush took to Grace’s features, as she squeezed her eyes shut, a little overwhelmed by the sensations.

“A-ah! Jessica, stop teasing me!”

She moaned it out as my heart began to soar, the pleasure of having fun with Grace never failing to make me feel good.

“Teasing you? I thought we were going to study? Here, let me read this passage for you.”

Grace squirmed just a little, before her squirming intensified as I began to read.

“Originating in Southern Germany, and particularly Bavaria, the Drude is a mythological creature heavily associated with nightmares and nocturnal attacks. Considered a type of spirit or demon, it visits unaware sleeper and preys on them there… hmm, it sounds a lot like me teasing you awake at night.”

I giggled into Grace’s ear, my voice dripping seduction as I turned to whispering;

“Just like last night, isn’t that right honey? You were so cute in your little pyjamas, body pressed against me, until my little neck kisses and caresses woke you up. You were already so, so wet when my fingers slipped inside you… were you really hoping for it that much?”

Grace’s blush was so intense now, an almost hypnotized expression on her face as her mind flashed back to everything we’d done in bed together last night, the way I’d pulled her out of her pyjamas and ran my teasing fingers all over her breasts, dialling her desire ever higher until she practically begged to be allowed to slip her tongue into my slit.

“Don’t you want to do it all again now, Gra-cie…?”

Her will to resist fully eroded, she turned to me, her soft lips mashing into mine, her clear lipgloss mixing with my own shiny red lipstick.

“Mhmm…”

I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me, loving the small moments she took initiative, each one showing how her desire for me was so strong it could even overpower her shyness. My heart-rate dialled up higher, the rush of serotonin at Grace’s touches tumbling through my head, as my hand squeezed her big, soft thigh. I could feel her shiver a little, and I knew the same pleasure chemicals rushing in my brain were in hers, my other hand pulling her body close to mine.

Muffled sounds from the corridor broke me out of my blissful stupor, the sounds of a key in the door and the idle chatter from Alicia and Frank as they got back from the grocery store. Grace broke the kiss and tried desperately to appear nonchalant, like she was still just studying. I tried to stifle my laughs and only half succeeded, too captivated by her cuteness to really stop.

“Oh, um. Hey guys.”

Alicia gave a smile, not expecting us to be here as her and Frank began hastily stuffing their food in cupboards and the fridge.

“Hey.”

I smiled back, while Grace squeaked out something resembling a greeting. Her face was ruby red as she scanned her book, eyes moving way too fast. She had small traces of red on her lips, and although she didn’t realize it, it made what we’d just been doing even more obvious than our seats scooted right next to one another.

“Hey Grace, why don’t we go study back in your room? It might relax you a little.”

Grace nodded while fumbling to get her stuff, while I calmly helped her, leading her out.

I could sense a curious atmosphere between the couple we’d left behind, shooing Grace away to her bed even while I took just a moment to eavesdrop from around the corner. It seemed like my hearing had been getting better and better, so even through the closing door it wasn’t much of a challenge to pick up on what was being discussed.

“Is it just me, or…”

Alicia started, before Frank’s interjection.

“No, no. It’s not just you. I think it’s kinda obvious…”

“You know… I never would have expected. The way those two got on at the start of the year…”

“Or just the way Jessica acted at the start. It was… ugly.”

I could tell Frank didn’t like to speak ill of people from the hesitation before he said it, but in the case of Jessica, everyone knew she had been an unpleasant girl.

“Lately though… I’m really glad.”

Even eavesdropping at a distance, the sunshine that infused Alicia’s words carried, the positivity unable to be ignored.

“Jessica’s really turned over a new leaf. She seems so much more considerate, confident instead of domineering.”

“I know what you mean. Before, it almost seemed like she was in a race to tear everyone around her down or something. But now, it’s more like she wants to build them up. It’s like she actually cares about Grace and is helping her get over her wallflower phase.”

“Oh, she’s helping her in all kinds of ways, that’s for sure.”

Alicia and Frank laughed a little at that, the obvious double meaning being lost on no-one. A long-time couple with a sex life as evidently enjoyable as theirs, meant they were well acquainted with how much of a difference good sex could make to someone’s confidence.

Around the corner, I silently slunk away with a smile. It seems the improvements to life here in the apartment were being noticed; a lot of the tension, that cold war-esque distaste between Alicia and Frank verses Jessica had dissipated, leaving a happier place for everyone to live.

Of course the best change had been to Grace. Even though she was still “the shy girl”, she seemed so much more comfortable in her skin coming to terms with her bi-sexuality, and so much happier with her new girlfriend.

That much was clear just seeing her smile as I opened the door, standing and opening her arms, shy yet yearning. I flashed my own cheeky grin in response, Jessica’s longer canines lending a carnivorous quality that somehow came across as primal and hot. I closed the distance between Grace and I in a heartbeat, Jessica’s toned body pushing Grace onto the bed with an excited shriek, letting my full weight press her into the mattress just a little as our breasts smushed together.

“I’m… I’m so happy you’re my girlfriend, Jessica…”

Grace squeaked out, unable to process how happy she was feeling without an embarrassing confession.

“Shut up and kiss me, you dork.”

I laughed, before our tongues joined and we rolled under the covers again.

Consciousness returned to me slowly, the rich rush of endorphins easing me back awake. It was still dark in the room, but my eyes had no difficulty seeing in the gloom.

Huh… 3:37.

“Mhmm…”

I indulged myself in a quiet little moan, simply acknowledging how good it felt to have Grace’s naked, voluptuous body pressed against mine. The short, curvy little half-Japanese girl was pressed into me, her back against my front. I let my eyes wander up her soft flesh, to her long, straight black hair, and finally her peaceful, sleeping face.

My heart felt so heavy as I looked at her, an aching affection I’d never felt for anyone before. Knowing she felt the same about me was a feeling I couldn’t describe even if I wanted to, a pleasure deeper and richer than anything else. I suppose this is what people called “love”, and the gratitude I felt just being able to experience it was more than I could say.

My eyes in their wanderings came to rest on the point where our skins touched, appreciating the ever so slight differences in skintones. The beauty standard for women in Japan greatly valued pale, white skin, and Grace was blessed with it in spades. I knew if she were in Kyoto or Sapporo, people wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off her. It was so curious how a girl like her could even live as unseen as she did here, being so gorgeous.

My own skin was pale too. I was a redhead, of course, so I was paler than Grace in a way only people with heritage from Northwest Europe really could be. Were my ancestors Scottish, or Irish? Maybe from Scandinavia somewhere, or Iceland? I caught myself smiling, an insidious forbidden thrill rising as I enjoyed ruminating on what I’d just thought.

“My own skin”

“I was a redhead, of course”

“My ancestors.”

I was thinking about it all so naturally. This sense of ownership, the unquestioned authority I felt over this body. This was Jessica’s skin, not mine. Her red hair, her genetic heritage, her aching pussy, still a little sore from the hours of teasing and scissoring and lesbian sex with Grace. The original Jessica had been straight, even homophobic. I idly wondered what she would feel, if she knew what the imposter wearing her skin had done with her life.

I reached to the front of “my” neck, conspicuously vacant of any kind of Adam’s apple, and pulled, enduring the initial pain before feeling the bitter, cold rush as my real skin underneath was revealed. It felt unrelentingly strange to feel the vacant shell of Jessica’s head fall back, resting like a hood on my back, as my male head was released for the first time in weeks.

My teeth felt wrong. The shape of my jaw felt wrong. Even the way colors looked, noticeably a little duller, felt wrong.

So strange, the face I’d had for nearly my whole life, could feel so bizarre after just a few weeks fully encased in Jessica’s skin.

My heartbeat was fast in my chest, as I enjoyed the danger of my situation, Grace sleeping less than a foot away from this unnatural sight. All she would need to do was wake up and turn around, and she’d discover the truth; That her “Girlfriend”, the woman who’s helped her come out of her shell and discover her confidence, who’d given her so much love, was really her male flatmate, a guy she’d never known very well, who’d used unnatural powers to turn her bully into nothing more than a skin he’d taken for his own.

Thinking of it this way, so evil, gave such an illicit thrill. But I also knew it wasn’t totally true to think this way.

The woman who’d been so good to Grace, the loving girlfriend who’d inspired her to push further beyond the limits of her shyness, she was real.

Well, she is now at least…

These skinwalker powers, so dark in nature, and with such a pull for evil, well, what they really could grant was a freedom and possibility to make the world better. They came with a cost, and a sacrifice, naturally. But then, what action of any note lacked these things?

Jessica, the original Jessica, had to go. She was an unpleasant bully, a cruel and sadistic girl who relished trampling on all the people around her. A rotten soul encased in a gorgeous body. Alex too, needed to be sacrificed. A normal enough guy, he was a little lost, a little uncomfortable with where he was in life. Maybe even with who he was in life. Jessica’s vessel was much more fitting and enjoyable for me than living as Alex would have been.

Now, I’m a hot and sporty red-head, a gorgeous and confident young woman with a beautiful and sweet girlfriend. I’m living a dream life, and everyone around me is happier for it!

I hastened to stuff my head back inside Jessica’s, the momentary darkness and the hot, slimy wetness of the inside of her skinsuit feeling so enjoyable in a tactile way, as it seemed the sinews of the suit joined together so much more hungrily than ever before.

Mhmm, that’s better…

My Jessica disguise restored, I ran her smaller tongue over her teeth, appreciating the feeling of her longer canines, and the long red hair that ran over the soft skin of my naked back. Snuggling into Grace, I felt her shift a little to be closer to me, the feeling of our bodies rubbing against each other feeling so good as I relaxed and began to drift off to sleep again.

Thanks for the skin, and the life Jessica~