Get cleaned up and ready to join "your" man in the kitchen

I should get cleaned up. After all, if I didn’t, I’d be sitting in the communal kitchen with drying juices along my inner thighs and fresh cum leaking out of my pussy. The idea of being so dirty actually really appealed to me, but I also knew Alicia did have a reputation of not being a total degenerate to uphold.

I walked into the shower and turned on the water, shrieking a little when it was cold but feeling my muscles relax as it got nice and warm. It was kind of nice being so short, I absentmindedly noted while looking around. It felt like there was more room in any space I went in to. I started lathering up Alicia’s body wash, enjoying the fresh, apple like scent that filled the shower, and the tingles of relaxed pleasure that moved over her skin as I washed it.

I almost felt like I was floating, still on a high from the sex and feeling so at ease, yet pleasantly used. I reached down and spread my new pussy lips, letting the cum flow out of me, while idly thinking about whether or not I could get pregnant while wearing a skin. I would ordinarily be freaking out at the suggestion, but right now with so much dopamine rushing around me, I found the idea weirdly appealing. There was something wonderful and wholesome about bringing new life into the world, but something depraved and sadistic about being able to wear a woman like this, before conceiving, bearing and giving birth to her child, unknown to the world that it was really you underneath.

It probably wasn’t possible though, thankfully. Still, there was so much I didn’t know about being a skinwalker. I’d have to try and find out soon. Experimentally, I brought the shower head down to my entrance, and directed the jet of water into me, hoping to clean things faster. The water felt so good! A moan escaped my lips while I felt it’s hot pressure thrust up a little inside me, stimulating my sensitive pussy lips and clit. My hand reached up to my hardening nipples too, and began teasing them, my brows starting to furrow as I bit my lip, my expression matching the indulgent sensations below.

“Babe, these are nearly ready!”

Frank called into the room, interrupting me just as I was going to go at it in the shower. My eyes flicked open, a little annoyed but feeling so good already I didn’t really care. I suppose I’d just call this edging. I stepped out and began toweling myself off, enjoying how light on my feet I felt in this body and how it felt like I could make out the individual fibers of the towel when I was wearing this skin.

“What to wear…?”

I flicked through Alicia’s closet, not bothering with the towel, just standing there completely naked. I kind of just wanted to eat like this, but figured someone would walk in… not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed that too.

I slid a pair of white panties up my legs, feeling their snugness cling to me, before I ran my fingertip down the center of my opening, pushing the fabric a little inside so my cameltoe could be seen.

“I’m such a provocative girl…”

I gave a lewd grin in the mirror as I threw on an oversized t-shirt, leaving a bra off so my nipples could be seen through my shirt. I was liking the new, more obviously sexual Alicia in the mirror. I finished the look with some Daisy dukes that couldn’t even be seen with how big the t-shirt was, enjoying the feeling of tightness from the denim and the way it rode up my ass a little. Now I felt ready for some pancakes made movingly by “my” boyfriend.