Choose Victoria... and find a way into her house

Maria de la Cruz scanned the drinks aisle, trying to find the specific type of bottled water Victoria insisted she buy. It was a ludicrously expensive brand of bottled water for what it was, some “artisanal” water, filtered through the most expensive parts of the Swiss alps for centuries, or something like that. Regardless, it cost more for a single bottle than most might pay for a whole meal at some local café.

Her eyes finally alighting on the section that featured it, she began loading up her shopping trolley, before holding one of the bottles to the light. Were the contents of this bottle really so much more special than one from a cheaper brand, or even tap water? Victoria claimed she could taste the difference, on account of her “superior breeding, and naturally better taste.” As she said it, she’d followed it up with a “Well, duhhh” And an eye roll.

“Really, how can that girl act like she’s so classy and then have such a cheap, bitchy attitude?”

Maria honestly didn’t like Victoria, though it was easy for anyone to feel that way about her. She appeared inexplicably, outrageously popular among her peers, although perhaps once someone’s bank account became big enough, they became worthy of person-hood in the eyes of the spoilt rich girl.

“It’s not like I have much of a choice…”

Maria sighed for just a moment, hints of sadness flitting through her expression. The black and white dress, with its long skirt, white stockings and the shine of her patent leather shoes would make her seem like a maid cosplayer, if it wasn’t for the obvious high quality of the garments. No, the gorgeous young Filipina woman was a real, genuine maid, and serving under Stefan came with the stipulation of wearing the uniform.

Moving on from her musings about water, Maria turned the corner only to hear a startled scream of pain, as a slight schoolgirl was crushed under a falling display of cans.

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

She moved quickly, rushing forward to pull the cans off the schoolgirl, hearing her start to cry.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’ll be okay… can you walk?”

“Ye-yeah, I think so…”

The girl managed to say, in between tears. She’d probably be covered in bruises all over her body tomorrow. Maria helped her up, pulling her into a hug as she tried to comfort the young girl. Even though Maria was only in her early twenties, she felt an almost maternal urge to try and protect this poor girl.

Thin arms seemed to pull her closer, as the girl cried into her chest. Maria knew if she was seen with tear stains on her uniform, she’d be treated awfully, yet right now she didn’t care.

“There there, it will be all right little one. What’s your name? I’m Maria.”

Pulling apart from their embrace, Maria tried to smile at the girl, finding a cute face smeared with tears.

“I-I’m Annie.”

“These stupid displays, honestly. It’s like they’re trying to make them unstable or something, they’re always getting more and more extravagant. Of course something like this would happen eventually. Do you want to come with me to the bathroom? We’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Y-yeah… yeah. I’d like that.”

Maria gave a comforting smile as she pulled Annie along with her to the girl’s toilets, leaving her shopping cart behind.

“Hey, I don’t want you to lose your cart, and have to go collect everything up again…”

“Nonsense! I can get all that stuff in no time. Finding it around the shop is half the battle, and I have a good memory. Helping out a girl in need is a much better use of my time.”

The girl’s bathroom was a clean, high-quality space. Although it was Maria’s first time in here, it matched her expectations; this was the most expensive supermarket in the city, and most everything about it was premium.

“God, I look like such a mess.”

Annie’s voice wavered, as she looked at her tear-streaked face, wiping a little off with her sleeve.

“You look very pretty, you’re just startled is all! You mustn’t be so hard on yourself you know.”

Maria’s voice was warm, eyes meeting Annie’s in the reflection, before they took notice of her school uniform.

“You go to Thornton academy… huh.”

It made sense. This was the most expensive supermarket in the city. Naturally students from that most elite of schools would be shopping here. And yet, there was something different about Annie. Maria’s exposure to the school was through Victoria; vain, arrogant. A superiority bred and bought, yet a soul as vacuous and empty as a dusty corridor.

Annie’s uniform lacked the perfect tailoring and private enhancements Victoria’s enjoyed. It almost looked like it’d been acquired as a hand me down, bought from some other, older graduated student. And Annie seemed, well… nice. It made a big change from the way Victoria carried on.

“Yeah… I’m a scholarship student.”

So that was it. A scholarship student. This poor girl had probably broken her back and crossed all sorts of lines just to get her foot in the door of the place. Maria’s appreciation for her grew immensely, feeling for the first time as though she was seeing a Hawthorne academy student who was much more one of “us” than one of “them.”

“You must be a very hardworking young woman, Annie. I’m sure you’ll get a good job and be on your way to success in no time.”

Annie turned in close to Maria, a warm smile on her cute lips. She really looked so innocent, and there was something about her smile that made you want to protect her.

“Thanks so much, Maria… actually, I was hoping I could try your job for a bit.”

“Huh…?”

Maria raised her eyebrow, not quite understanding what was being said, before a pain blossomed in her neck. The whites of her eyes flashed, a shocked expression, barely being able to register the motion of Annie’s hands as some sort of awful, evil looking spines had burst from her fingertips and stabbed Maria’s soft skin. She tried to speak, tried to scream, to make any noise, but only a strange breath, like she was deflating left her lips.

A strange melting malaise, though one that was so pleasurable seemed to descend as her eyes grew heavy, dipping down until she saw and felt no more. Now it was only Annie standing in the bathroom, her tears seemingly stifled as though the tap that had poured them forth had been switched off, a devilish grin on her face.

Well, well… I looks like I have my way inside Victoria’s mansion. Honestly, I’m even scaring myself with my acting these days.

I laid Maria’s skin on the sink as I plucked a “cleaning in progress, do not enter” sign from the storage cabinet in the corner, setting it outside the door to give me a little privacy to enjoy my newest pick-up. Even deflated, Maria’s face was beautiful, a flawlessly clear complexion and the hint of a golden-brown tan on her features denoting her Filipina heritage.

I’m going to guess her looks were one of the deciding factors that set her aside from the competition going for this job…

I shivered a little as I really took the time to study her face, running my fingertips over her soft lips. The prospect of getting inside another gorgeous woman was getting me so excited, even while my real male skin was wrapped in two of them already.

“Well, no time like the present… I’m so excited to be a grown woman! Even though I’m eighteen, I never really filled out…”

I moaned, roleplaying as I felt “my” A-cup breasts, still shivering even despite what I was saying due to their sensitivity.

“… But now I’ll get to have the kind of boobs that will really get men excited!”

I hurried as I slid out of my school-girl outfit, zipping out of my skirt and leaning against the sink while I took off my thigh high socks. I was going to miss wearing this outfit, but if all went to plan, I’d be wearing Victoria’s soon…

I threw Annie’s uniform up beside the sinks, checking out my body in the reflection, admiring the way even with her slight and skinny frame I was still rocking hips and a shape that was so distinctly feminine.

“Now…”

I held Maria’s empty skin in my hands, admiring the healthy shine of her black bob haircut and the way her skin was still warm: an enjoyable little visceral reminder that she’d been complete and alive just a few short minutes ago. A giggle escaped my lips, Annie’s voice giving it a sing song cutesy touch that stopped it from the totally pervy way it would have sounded with my male one.

“I don’t think I can stop myself any longer… I need to get inside this maid right now!”

I pulled at her back, feeling that tension before all at once the sinews peeled open, looking almost like liquid latex being pulled apart yet much, much more organic. The lights from the bathroom shone inside her, revealing the intimate, deep pink of the inside of her suit, and the glistening light from its warm, wet, slimy coating.

Leaning up against the sinks again, I slid my legs down into hers, the thin limbs easily going through the comparatively baggy deflated legs. Wanting to hurry, I went straight to Maria’s arms, finding a similar time as Annie’s slender limbs easily slid inside, yet being shorter didn’t fill her all the way. Manoeuvring my body through the gap, I awkwardly turned, seeing an incongruous and horrifying sight in the mirror; Annie’s head atop the deflated body of Maria, her loose skin hanging down off of the smaller girl’s frame.

“This is the first time I’ve really been totally smaller than my skin in every way… I wonder- aghhh!”

It felt like all the air was rushed out of the suit, like my muscles were pulsing and full of energy. It should have felt strange and frightening, yet instead almost had the pumping sensation right before you cum as a guy, but seeming to fill every limb instead of just the penis. It came from my feet first, moving up in the order I’d donned the skinsuit; the pulsing, pumping energy as my flesh seemed to expand and fill the space, leaving me with Maria’s thicker, juicy thighs and ass.

My moans grew so much louder as I bit my lip, trying to stifle them so no-one outside could hear, as a tight, thrilling pressure pushed at my lower walls, the skin of Maria’s pussy seeming to slide inside Annie’s, changing it. Every vagina was very different, but actually feeling the shape, the size, the texture even, rush inside as my feminine internals were re-written to yet another woman’s, was an insane feeling.

The next craziest sensation was from my chest. Annie’s sensitive nipples seemed to pulse, a firm, needy pressure as though they were already connected to Maria’s, and my flatter chest ballooned out and became Maria’s indulgent D-cups. Feeling that weight, squeezing the freshly inflated and gorgeous boobs I’d stolen, I couldn’t help but feel satisfied. My own pervy male fantasies and my predilection for gender bender adored looking down and seeing breasts from the woman’s point of view, while a pulse of pride from Annie’s personality told me she was loving having a more notable rack too.

Gone was the skinny eighteen year old in a baggy, freaky looking skinsuit; now in the mirror was the more developed body of an early twenties beauty, just with a teenagers face on top.

“Mhmm, it’s a shame our skintones are different, otherwise I could just hide her face and enjoy her more mature body…”

I pouted as I roleplayed, getting a twisted pleasure from imagining what Annie would be like if she were a skinwalker herself. Thinking about it, with her intelligence, drive and the desire to make it to a position of power no matter what, she’d probably be an incredibly formidable one…

“Well, I’d better get my face on.”

I entered the wet darkness, Annie’s long dark hair being hidden inside Maria’s back as the sinews joined and steam sealed my in her face. My hands helped prod and align the nose, the lips, her features, before they greedily seemed to attach themselves, shaping me flawlessly into the young maid’s visage. The pressure, that white vision and almost pins and needles, announced that it was complete.

I opened my eyes to see only Maria de la Cruz in the supermarket restroom.

“Wow… I look great…”

I gasped as my voice came out in her light accent, denoting her status as a true Filipina, born and raised there before coming here for work. I couldn’t help but shiver with pleasure, thinking it was so exciting to be a foreign woman now.

Running my hands over my new breasts, my tight midriff, and my juicy thighs, it wasn’t hard to see why Stefan had hired “me”. Right now I was serious eye-candy, and wearing that maid outfit all day probably just made things even more fetishistic. My hands went to my slit, pulling it open a little, watching as some girl juice slipped out and down my inner thigh.

“I can’t help how erotic it is putting a woman on like that…”

Experimentally, I shoved two fingers inside myself, gasping and having to grab the counter for support as the rich feeling of pleasure filled me.

“I’m sensitive… mhmm…”

I resisted the temptation to just start fingering myself as I instead drew my panties up my legs, shivering just a little with satisfaction at the way they sat snug, only the folds of femininity under their fabric.

Knowing under there I’m so perfectly, totally all woman right now feels so good… so forbidden for a guy to have this anatomy… ughhh I love it…

Her bra went on with stolen, well- practiced precision, before I sighed, satisfied at the relief from pressure it provided.

“Very different from Annie, huh…? Now…”

Maria’s white stockings felt so soft as I pulled them up smooth, plump thighs, feeling the compression. It still felt so pervy wearing something like this, to have these legs, so totally different from my own, and so much more attractive.

The quality of Maria’s maid dress was clear to see as I slid into it, buttoning it up in the right places and feeling the way the material hung on my body. I spun around, the long black skirt flowing out with a wonderful feeling, looking like a blooming flower spreading around me.

“Mhmm, I really look the part now~”

I couldn’t resist a self-satisfied little smirk spreading on my newly stolen lips, as I appreciated the docile young maid in the mirror.

“Now I just need to wear her soul…”

My eyes grimaced just a little, the almost overwhelming rush of emotion and memory spreading through me, over twenty years of life rushing in all at once for me to use. There was a strange meta-physical pressure, something so strange and potent that I struggled to describe, some extra dimension of me I’d lacked before my transformation stretching and struggling to contain yet another soul.

And then, after the discomfort came, it seemed to lessen, a part of me growing out to contain the addition of Maria’s soul to match that of Annie’s and Lisa’s, The spirits of three young women for me to wear at my leisure, just like I was wearing their skinsuits in layers over the real me.

“Ahh… you haven’t had the easiest time of it, huh…?”

I grimaced as I reflected on Maria’s memories. Growing up the eldest daughter of a big family in the Philippines, her parents struggling to feed so many. Working from the age of thirteen to get extra cash to help feed her brothers and sisters, fending off guys who were interested in her rapidly developing beauty. Becoming a maid, first to well off families in Manila, before Stefan had seen her on a business trip to visit her master at the time.

He'd immediately liked her, offering her a salary many many times what she’d been earning before. He sorted out her papers to be in the country, and her flights. She even stayed on the grounds of the mansion, living in a smaller building fashioned as servant’s quarters. With the economic incentives, and all the ways she could help her family, how could she say no?

But it hadn’t been smooth sailing. The money she was earning had seemed vast, but now she was over here she realized she was only being paid minimum wage. The daughter, Victoria, was a demanding and spoilt bitch, while the wife, Eva, was utterly uncaring. Stefan himself had dropped any pretense of being a gentleman, and had begun openly leering at her, and sexually harassing her. Her staying in the country was totally dependent on Stefan; and she knew that if he tired of her or if she displeased him too much, she would be sent back to the Philippines without a second thought.

And then how will she help her family back home…?

But if she stays…

The sexual harassment was getting worse. Maria knew that a big part of why she’d been chosen was her looks, and how **** she’d be with her status as a non-citizen. Stefan didn’t care one bit that he was married, if he wanted something, he would take it. Soon.

A sad look crossed my face, sorrow over the situation the woman I wore was in.

But now, things don’t have to go that way. There can be a better way forward. If I intervene that is…

I smiled, flashing a look that was all confidence and dedication.

Maybe I can make things better for Maria and get what I want…