Alicia's memory editor

Opening my eyes after resting in the grasses and gliding down from the high of both sexes orgasms, I resumed my attempts at altering Alicia’s memories. Now that I’d orgasmed it was a lot easier to focus, although already I could feel the telltale signs of horniness starting to build again deep inside.

I’d always had a great imagination growing up, so I figured I should follow it now and attempt to visualize what Alicia’s memories might look like. The vision of them came to me, spread out like a film reel as I drew closer to it, focusing more and more. It seemed the closer I got to this mental construction, the greater the details on it became, her life running parallel to my own with her memories laid out like scenes of a film, only from a first person perspective. Interestingly, Frank’s memories were here too, the three souls I’d collected lined up, side by side.

Were these the souls? Or are the memories and the souls separate?

I idly mused as I grew closer to Alicia’s, a glance at Frank’s confirming that I didn’t really need to alter his, as turning him into a skinsuit happened so suddenly it hadn’t had time to register as a memory. All at once, I felt myself get sucked inside Alicia’s memories, my vision going white as I panicked momentarily before an unnatural calm descended on me, keeping me from totally freaking out.

This calm… it must be a part of the skinwalker instincts.

I opened my eyes to a beautiful town square, bustling with simple, happy people. Bright sunlight beamed down from the sky, and I could see long thoroughfares leading in different directions through the town. The architecture of the place was quaint, a mix of the nicest elements of architecture from mountain towns in Austria, Switzerland and southern Germany, with a significant dash of idealized Americana charm. It was like a slice of central Europe in the Rocky mountains, or Colorado in the Alps.

True enough, mountains with rich evergreen forests rose dramatically in the distance surrounding the town, but far from being oppressive they added a splendor and majesty to proceedings, a dynamic variety in elevation that gave great views both from the town and around it. Mottled sunlight and the shadows from clouds moved dramatically across those peaks, and there was a sense that whether hiking in summer or skiing in winter, this town would be wonderful to live in. The TV screens in diners and shops, the reflections in puddles and fountains, and the reflections in car mirrors all were playing little snippets of memories from around Alicia’s life.

Catching my own reflection too, I was entirely myself here. I did a double take, before acknowledging fully that this really must be a construction of the mind, far from reality. Logically speaking I knew that right now in the real world I was lying naked by a campsite, Alicia on top and Frank on bottom, so this really had to be taking place far from that messy scene.

This place… it seems to be like the essence of Alicia has been distilled down into a location… is this the center of her memories, the center of her being? If so… is this where I can create false memories?

I decided to try it, imagining the people she may have ran into in the day, starting with the inhabitants of our flat. Sure enough, they appeared from no-where, including strangely enough, myself. I looked brighter and more naïve that usual (I thought), while Frank looked even bigger and more handsome, her affection for him coming through in his appearance. Jessica still looked pretty, but she seemed to permanently have a bitter, angry expression on her face, and the air seemed physically colder the closer I got to her. Grace was still very cute, but she seemed smaller and almost cloaked in shadow, like the viewer could never really get a decent look at her.

I started creating a fake memory, before stopping and re-considering. Nothing I’d really done since skinning Alicia had been particularly out of character, as I’d been wrapped tightly in her personality, enjoying roleplaying as her. To that end, I just gave me my own memories, with the internal monologue altered so there was no mention of skinwalkers or really me, covering anything to do with my dark secret in the last couple days, whilst letting those happy, wholesome and real times she’d shared with Frank speak for themselves.

Pulling out of Alicia’s “memory editor”, I opened my eyes to that same starry sky and sat up, pulling my body out of Alicia’s skin fully. I unleashed the skinwalker spines from the ends of Frank’s fingers, stabbing Alicia’s skin while noticing that they didn’t look as large and sinister when emerging from already powerful, manly fingers.

I guess they just look more evil and frightening when coming from the dainty fingers of a pretty girl… the last person anyone would expect to be a twisted monster.

Letting go of Alicia’s soul honestly felt bad. It felt like drinking hot chocolate in reverse; instead of warming you up it was like losing warmth, leaving a cold, damp feeling on a winters day. I suppose it must be testament to how lovely a girl Alicia really is, if it felt so negative losing her, her soul gone like an empty bed once a long-distance lover has gotten their flight away.

Still, watching her body re-inflate was a sight to behold, that gorgeous female form flowing back. I lifted her effortlessly, Frank’s muscles making light work of it as I wrapped her in blankets and got the fire set up to make dinner. Feeling so capable, both at camping and just at life in general, was one of the best feelings I think I could have. Wearing Frank was like feeling strong in every way, like I could take on the world and prevail. It was a very different experience from wearing Alicia, but it was really enjoyable in its own way.

Getting the fire going and setting up the grill, I started cooking for the meal, the smell of sausages filling the air with their delicious scent. While I cooked, Alicia sat slumbering peacefully to the side, and my heart melted looking at her pretty face. The depth of Frank’s affection for her was so overwhelming… originally I’d felt I needed to get out of Alicia’s skin to escape falling in love with him, but it seemed the feelings were just as overwhelming on this side.

My stomach suddenly rumbled, as enthusiasm to eat overtook me and my excitement over food after a long day of camping and sex took over. Hopefully Alicia would wake up soon, because otherwise I might just eat all the food myself…