Excuse yourself to the bathroom, and get ready to restore Grace

“Hey, guys… I’m just going to go to the restroom, okay?”

“Aww, you’re going to miss my song?”

“Sorry Aaron, I’ll be back before you know it.”

I smiled apologetically at him, and his smile back let me know there were no hard feelings. I left the two of them and walked to the ladies room, stepping inside as I looked underneath the stalls.

Empty… good.

It was always so weird just walking into the ladies room and having no-one say anything. I remember being so nervous the first few times I had, freaking out a little internally.

“What if everyone freaks out when I go in there? They’ll think I’m some creepy, pervy guy! I think I’d die if someone thought of me like that!”

Of course, those kind of panicked thoughts were totally irrational. As I straightened up and looked in the mirror, there way no way anyone would see anything less than a woman. Grace’s wide hips and indulgent breasts, along with her short height and aggressively snatched hourglass figure saw to that. Even if I dressed as masculinely as possible right now, I don’t think people would ever see Grace as a guy.

And, well… that means no-one would ever see me as one either, when I’m in her skin.

The girl in the mirror was beautiful, of course, and I felt a weird clashing pride in my chest as I took in her gorgeous appearance. It was the strangest mix of dual pleasures, a unique feeling few could ever experience. Immense pride knowing that woman was my girlfriend, mixed with the strange euphoria of knowing she was also me right now.

I relaxed, seeing the shy mannerisms and nervous demeanor of Grace melt away as I peeled myself free of her personality. It was so helpful how these powers made me default to my skin’s natural behavior pattern when I wore them, but that also made it very trippy seeing elements of my own self shine through when I wanted them to.

This was one of those strange moments. As the insecure exterior of Grace vanished, it was replaced with that of a more confident woman. The girl who stood there seemed so much more sure of herself, a healthy confidence and an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. From the way her hand rested on her hip as she posed, her body naturally showing itself off, she had all the demeanor of a young woman who knew and loved how hot she was, tempered by having the humor not to get arrogant and take herself too seriously.

When did my default get so… womanly?

I idly wondered why my default state in Grace’s skin free from her persona seemed so little like the awkward guy who’d come to college at the start of the year, but just chalked it up to getting more confident from all my experiences.

Still though… I’m getting so comfortable being in a girl’s skin. It kinda makes me feel good, noticing it…

“Hi Grace…”

I waved at the mirror, smiling. My heart melted a little; it felt really weird talking to my reflection like this, but seeing my girlfriend mirroring my actions always felt so good, that craving reminder that I was in her skin never failing to bring me joy.

“… So, as you can see in your memories, I’ve completed your presentation for you. It went really well, if I do say so myself. And, as you can see too, I may have went and gotten you some friends too. Don’t be mad at me!”

I laughed a little, before continuing.

“Listen, so… I know how you’ve been feeling lonely in class, and how you’ve been wanting to make some friends, so when the opportunity presented itself, I really couldn’t resist. You’ll be thanking me in the long term! Even if you’ll be freaking out when you wake up on the toilet in a minute.

Grace, you know I love you, and I’d do anything for you. But you need to live your own life sometimes. I can’t be the one to live it for you, and just give you memories. As safe and sanitary as that might be for you, if you never put yourself out there, never be brave and authentic with yourself and others, you’ll regret it.

It’s because I care about you that I’m not going to live your good times, even if this morning I did help you get over the bad. Consider this a trial run out. It’s low stakes; just a good time with some new friends. And I promise that if you go in there and sing your lungs out and be real with your friends, you’ll be so much lighter for it tonight. Okay? I’ll see you later.”

I gave her one last big smile, before reaching to the back of my neck. I already knew that this was where I was going to end her memories for now, so she wouldn’t see anything beyond this point. Still though… an idea had come to me.

I was having plenty of fun here, loving singing along with Karaoke. I deserved to cut loose sometimes too! I cared about Grace and wanted her to have a good time, and live as herself. But maybe she might freak out a little, might get concerned. If I were here as myself, she might try and use me as a crutch, let me do the talking, take advantage of her comfort with me to stop herself having to be uncomfortable with anyone else.

But if I was here as someone else…

The cleanest thing to do would just be to take Grace off and restore her right here. Walk out of this restroom (and hope no-one had seen me, a guy, leaving the ladies), and let Grace have her time with her new friends.

But there’s two possible skins in there that I can watch over her from inside, while having all the Karaoke fun I like…

Aaron was clearly genetically blessed, his baggy clothes doing little to hide his impressive physique. Getting to be him would be like having a masculine upgrade, plus even if I wasn’t the paranoid or jealous type, it would stop there being another guy around my girlfriend. I’d been a guy my whole life, so it wasn’t like it would be too hard to pretend to be another guy either, especially with these powers.

Then again…

Jenny was an option too. She seemed so fun and confident, her vintage style and glasses matching so well with her shorter dyed blonde hair and her cute, cheeky grin. Hadn’t I been loving spending as much time as possible in female skins ever since getting these powers? The memory of her snuggling into me after my song came back so strongly, feeling the soft curves of her small body against my more voluptuous form, the easy intimacy it was so easy for girls to share with one another. Maybe I should become Jenny, and spend time with my girlfriend from inside the skin of her new girl friend?