An increasingly common request

Consciousness came to me slowly, the kind of easy, comfortable drift awake that felt like the smoothest way to greet any new day. I hadn’t had any bad dreams or nightmares, and even the cold that haunted me when I was out of a skin seemed lessened these days. It was the opposite of a nightmare really… the last few weeks had been a dream.

I could feel the reason for my happiness in my arms, her short, curvy body pressed up against me. I smiled as I buried my face in the back of her head, smelling the lingering affects of her peach shampoo on her glossy black hair. I tightened my grip, pulling her against me, feeling my dick begin to stir and get hard, so grateful to be close to her, and hungry to get inside her.

I’d been dating Grace for the last few weeks, finding them almost going in the blink of an eye for how happily they’d been spent, yet still being filled with notable moments I hoped I would remember for the rest of my life.

Who would have thought I’d really be able to find love here at college… and with such a beautiful girl.

I idly thought back to the first time I’d met Grace, seeing her shrink back into the wall, too shy to say anything. Who would have thought that a little over a month later we’d be learning all sorts of things about each other’s bodies in bed, while still making time for cute dates in the day? My heart swelled, with a rich and overbearing feeling just looking at her, the heat from her naked skin pressed against mine feeling so good.

“Mhmm… good morning Alex…”

She turned to me, waking from her own slumber, her body spinning to face me.

“Good morning Grace.”

I met her sleepy gaze with a smile, as I lay on the pillow, just happy to be looking at her. Breaking, suddenly from the sleepy, comfortable atmosphere we’d been basking in though, came a sudden thrill of energy. Grace’s eyes shot open, a nervous anxiety appearing on her face, before she managed to rein it in. I just cocked my eyebrow, wondering what exactly could suddenly get her all worked up like that.

“Hey, hey. Grace. What’s up? You don’t look so good.”

“Ahh, it’s just, today is Wednesday…”

“Yeah, that’s right… and Halloween’s this Friday. What’s up? Wednesday alone isn’t usually cause for concern enough to get someone panicked like that.”

“Y-yeah… it’s just… you know how coursework and everything has been ramping up, and some people are doing tests, and practical exams, and…”

“Yeah, I mean… Universities usually do some stuff like that at this time.”

“… and presentations in front of the whole lecture hall…”

At even the word “presentation” I could see fear rushing to the forefront of Grace’s expression.

Ahhh… so that’s what’s gotten her so worked up.

Part of Grace’s charm, naturally, was her nature as a shy girl, but I also wanted to help her face her fears and overcome her social anxiety. I smiled warmly at her and pulled her close, knowing I could comfort her.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry Grace. Look, I’ve seen your notes and the way you study, you know all the material like the back of your hand! You’re gonna ace this presentation.”

“B-bu-but Alex…. I’m no good in front of people. You know I can’t face a whole lecture theater… and a presentation is all about style and confidence, and being loud, and I’m… I’m not any of those things!”

“When is the presentation? I’ll practice with you, I’m off today anyway. Let’s work on it together. When I’m done with you, you’ll be a whole new girl!”

I smiled at her, hoping my own confidence would buoy her spirits. It seemed totally ineffective. Her own shaky, insecure smile, only seemed to have one hope, as she buried her face in my chest.

“N-no… it’s too late for that. The presentation is at eleven O’clock…”

My eyes focusing on the clock behind Grace, and I could see it was eight thirty; which didn’t exactly give us much time.

“A-Alex… can you…”

“Oh no. I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“B-but… you said you were off today. And that you could make me ‘a whole new girl!’”

“Well, yes. But I meant like, metaphorically, like if we practiced together you’d feel more sure of yourself. I didn’t mean literally.”

“Please Alex, please…?”

“Oh no Grace, don’t you think we’re setting a bad precedent with this?”

“N-no… I think we’re just maximizing our potential as a couple to succeed as best we can. I mean, you have ways to help your shy girlfriend no other guy ever could, so it’s really sweet actually.”

My heart stung a little at the somewhat true logic of her words, while from someone as innocent as Grace even hearing her little manipulations was extremely cute. Especially when she was saying them into my chest, her sweet voice vibrating through me a little.

“Yeah, I mean… I guess, but…”

I struggled to resist her charms for a moment, before managing to rally a little.

“… but don’t you think you’re taking advantage of these abilities a little too much? I mean, I went to your progress meeting with your lecturer for you, passed your driving test in your skin, and even went to your gynecologist appointment!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that last one even a little, perv…”

“Huh??”

I laughed, surprised and incredulous, yet also very humored. Seeing small moments of push-back from Grace when we were alone like that was very enjoyable, I had to admit. Sensing I was on the back foot for a moment, she pushed her head up, turning her adorable face look at me, so close to my own.

“P-please Alex? Won’t you help your girlfriend in her time of need…?”

The sweet, affected voice, the adorable demeanor, and the sensually warm press of her voluptuous body on me naked in the bed all worked against my will to resist, wearing me down until I broke.

“Ahhh, fine, fine! I’ll do your presentation for you! God… just, you really need to do some of these important things yourself too. I’m only pushing you because I care about you, you know? I can’t just live in your skin all the times you need to push past your shyness.”

“Oh my God, thank you so much Alex! I love you so much…”

My heart couldn’t help but melt even as I rolled my eyes, as she pulled me into a tighter hug. Even when she was a little coercive like this, she was so cute and pure it was hard not to love her.

“So do you want me to just turn you now or? You know I haven’t showered or anything yet today, I’m just awake and a little stinky.”

I said it as a last ditch attempt to get Grace to think again, and to take responsibility and do her own presentation, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. She brought one of her hands to cover her mouth, trying to hide ever so slightly behind it as she turned away a little, blushing and refusing to meet my gaze.

“N-no… I don’t mind. I’d like it if you turned me now. I… I really like your smell actually. Knowing you’d be rubbing it all inside me when you wear me makes me feel like I’m closer to you. It’s so… intimate…”

“A-ahh-”

Immediately my boner turned from a semi to getting rock hard at her little comment, digging into her soft flesh. That had been such a hot thing to say, so specific, that I was a little stunned truthfully.

“Uhmm, mhmm… now who’s the pervert…”

“And now who’s all embarrassed…”

Grace giggled a little, before gasping with a look of melted bliss painted across her face; the now familiar pleasure she basked in more regularly than she maybe should have, as she deflated into a skinsuit once again.

“Honestly, sometimes I can’t tell which of us is the bad influence…”

I laughed, just a little, as I thought about it. Really though, even if Grace was taking advantage of my powers, it was a mutual benefit. All this time spent running around in her skin was keeping my skinwalker side satisfied, and knowing that I had consent for all of it really put my mind at ease.

My hands gripped the soft skin of my girlfriend’s back, before I pulled, seeing those wet, organic sinews appear as she opened for me. Her insides, glistening, hot and damp and dark pink, welcomed my feet as they slid inside her, becoming cocooned in the comfort of her legs. Even after putting her on so many times now, there was such a profound tactile pleasure to it, an exotic and forbidden nature to the experience of putting her on, that it really was irresistible.

That tight sensation, the space in between each of her tiny little toes compressing against mine as our feet aligned, and the warped, always so alien seeming feeling of my legs growing shorter even as the thighs expanded out in a hot rush to become Grace’s voluptuous shape. The feeling of my ass growing more plush to fill hers out, and the panting, overwhelming ecstasy as my cock inverted as I stole her vagina, the cavity of her womb overwriting my internals with hers.

Pulling her further up me, turning over onto my back on the bed and then leaning up, letting my arms take their place as her torso was brought tight against my own. The moan that let my mouth, the thrill of dopamine following like lightning full of life as her massive, indulgent breasts took shape and weighed down my shoulders. Such an unbelievably sexy, explicitly feminine sight from her own point of view, my male form utterly covered and consumed in the much more attractive skin of my girlfriend.

Finally, completing my look, not stolen as normal but given, I pushed my face inside hers, the tight space of her smaller features pinching in a way that was more pleasurable than painful. Feeling the difference in shape in my nose compared to her smaller, cuter one, and my thinner lips filling her plump, glossy ones. That binding pressure, that intense white that came upon the eyes even as they scrunched closed, and finally opened.

If someone came into the room now, they would see nothing out of the ordinary. Grace Miura, sitting up, big, pillowy breasts sitting proud on her chest as she lay in her bed, glossy, natural black hair just a little messy as she’d just woken up. No trace of the boyfriend who’d slipped inside her skin and taken over her identity just as she’d asked.

“Mhmm, I guess it’s not just me who needs a shower…”

Grace’s natural smell filled my nose as I took a big sniff of her armpit, feeling a tingle of attraction work through me as I breathed it in. Even now that I was her, and through the lens of her personality could feel that smell as just normal, my own self as Alex couldn’t help but be so attracted to her pheromones. My legs found themselves scrunching together, big smooth thighs rubbing, feeling so good even as an embarrassed blush burst out on my cheeks. Knowing all of her ultra feminine pheromones, her natural smell, was seeping out of me now, made me so horny somehow. The slit between my legs grew hot and wet at the thought, before I **** myself out of bed.

No time for pleasuring myself now… I do have to get ready for “my” presentation today, after all…

I beamed at the mirror, finishing brushing out the long, midnight black strands of hair that flowed down my back. Having a shower in Grace’s body always made me feel amazing. It was hard to resist begging her to let me inside her every time she needed to clean herself, the feeling of soaping up her midriff, her big breasts, feeling the water flow down her back onto her ass… Every shower as her was almost a session of worship, venerating the female form.

I shook my head as I tried not to get carried away thinking of the body I wore naked and wet, trying instead to focus on the clothes I’d picked out. A nice cream blouse added a classy touch, paired with a forest green cardigan, and a checkered skirt that matched both shades. My hand hovered over Grace’s sock drawer, trying to decide which would be best, before forsaking the knee socks for thigh highs.

It is nearly November after all, the extra fabric will help keep me warm.

Well, that was the internal logic I was using anyway. I still shuddered with a weird, pervy pleasure as I pulled them up my soft legs, loving the way they drew the eye to my thighs. I’d often thought it but never really said it to her, but Grace’s personal style genuinely seemed to skirt around being “school girl core”, only the quality of the items identifying them as real clothes designed to be worn everyday rather than the kind of cheap fast fashion an anime influenced slut would order from a dropshipping site to feel scandalous.

I knew Grace was too innocent and naïve to really notice all that, and honestly part of the reason I never said anything was because I really, really loved dressing like this. A part of me felt that forbidden thrill, like I was a crossdressing anime fan living out his hidden fantasy of pretending to be an anime girl. Basking in the forbidden thrill of it all had me wondering if I’d never been turned into a skinwalker, would I eventually have just started doing this kind of thing on my own?

I laughed thinking about it. Then again, I think anyone would love to be spending a day living the life of a girl as beautiful as Grace. I began to pose in the mirror, appreciating the subtle make-up I’d done today, stealing Grace’s simple routine but almost feeling like I was gaining her skills naturally through practice as her too.

Yeah… Grace is beautiful. I’m beautiful now too! I’m so lucky to have her as my girlfriend, even to have this whole situation. I act like she should do the difficult parts of her life herself because I care about her, and that’s true, but… I also love, love, love, getting the opportunity to be her.