Get dressed...

“I think… I should complete Grace’s look.”

I smiled, whispering to myself just to hear her voice leave my lips. Luckily, it seemed no-one had noticed any of what had transpired in this small section of the library, and I found myself very grateful now for its labyrinthine layout and strange acoustics.

Still though, just because I’d been lucky so far didn’t mean I wanted just anyone stumbling onto me now; a gorgeous, naked Asian girl, standing aroused and ready...

Mainly because I’m not sure I could resist seducing them…

I lifted Grace’s panties to the light, a small note of dissatisfaction passing within me. Beige and plain, neither the panties nor the bra were sexy, just pure function.

Awww, I wanted to wear something a little risqué…

Grace was a very innocent girl, so it made sense she wouldn’t be wearing lingerie, I supposed.

Hmmm... maybe I could get her some?

I found myself smiling at the thought, dreaming of Grace's body in expensive lingerie even as I pulled her panties up her legs and felt them nestle flat against her lower lips. I’d been resisting wearing a skin for so long, the reminder I was back in a female body felt so strange, yet I couldn’t deny how much pervy pleasure I got from the constant sensations I felt, only possible when wearing a girl.

Continuing slipping into her clothes I slid into her bra effortlessly, immediately enjoying the relief and support it gave her luscious breasts. Even though I loved them, I did understand a little how for a woman having them all her life, they could be just a little inconvenient.

Although, if I had tits like this for the rest of my life, I don’t think I’d ever get tired of them…

I sighed happily, as I felt my mind be filled by pleasurable daydreams of having Grace’s breasts forever while I sat back on the desk, sliding her thigh high socks up her legs. Having the view from her POV as they held tight to her full thighs, just a little skin seeming wider where the sock ended and flesh began from the compression at the tip of the sock on her thigh, bra clad breasts on full display… it was like its own little ecstasy, getting to see this view.

I think I love being a skinwalker…

Zipping up her skirt, her shirt and jumper then followed, before I worked her dainty feet into her boots, marveling at how my normally much bigger feet could fit inside. Looking down and seeing such comparatively small shoes was always such a trippy reminder of how powerful these skinsuits really were.

There… now!

There weren’t any mirrors in this study alcove, so I had to just use her phone’s camera to check out my handiwork. Face Id opened flawlessly, eliciting a small giggle from me, just another reminder of my perfect disguise.

“Wow… I look exactly like her…”

An ecstatic little sigh drifted from Grace’s lips as I let my eyes drift down her body, indistinguishable from the girl who’d originally walked in here. I set the phone aside and spun around, feeling the twirl of her skirt, and the way the air flowed up. At first it was like I could feel the illicit thrill of crossdressing, before the even more illicit thrill of knowing I was all woman right now overpowered it in a shiver of erotic enjoyment.

Wearing a skirt is such a powerful feeling, so ****, but so liberating… it’s not fair girls get to wear these and guys can’t! Well… I suppose I am a girl now, so it doesn’t matter.

I giggled again, unashamed to let my feminine instincts run wild, as they just made my disguise that much more convincing. There was one major difference between this Grace, with her Alex flavored filling, and the one who’d arrived; my pussy was still so hot and wet.

I could tell I was starting to soak Grace’s panties a little… between the excitement of the conversation and the pure erotic thrill of putting on her skin, it was going to be hard to stop feeling aroused. Even as I thought that, a throbbing pulse seemed to come from my lower body, female sexuality urging me to satisfy it.

I bit my lip as I fetched some tissues from my backpack, reaching up under my skirt and panties and trying to dab up Grace’s love juices. They came back soaked. I couldn’t resist breathing deep their scent as I shuddered a little, loving the smell of Grace’s most intimate place; while taking twisted pleasure knowing these love juices were coming from between my legs now.

I have to get out of this library, before I wind up fingering myself between the aisles…

I sheepishly laughed at the thought, hurrying to stuff my male clothes and Grace’s notes into our respective bags, gathering them up to leave.

I hope no one notices me leaving with two bags… maybe they’ll think I stole one from the tired looking boy who came in here earlier?

Another small laugh left my lips at the thought, knowing with the amount of people who came and went in this library, really no-one was going to pay that any mind.

Walking out into the evening, I started heading back to the apartment, before taking a sudden notion to head downtown for a little. There’d been an idea that I’d been playing with for a while, and now was really the perfect time to make it a reality. I let Grace’s legs carry my through the streets as I got comfortable in thought, grateful for her jumpers protection from the autumn air.

The light was a pale orange color as it cascaded out from western alleyways, the sun settling down before night. There was still a decent crowd out shopping, although it seemed we were in a small lull in activity in the city. You could call it a change over of shifts; as the day shoppers went home, those seeking dinner rumbled into the restaurants, and the first denizens of the “night shift”, those out beginning their barcrawls and other, more nocturnal adventures, began arriving.

I walked through the crowds, feeling the small tingles of excitement as gazes from strangers found their way onto my body. I knew Grace would keep her head low, anxiety keeping her from acknowledging the effect she could have on people. I wasn’t quite so shy, and indeed found myself feeling a certain confident pleasure from the attention.

A married man, tired from his day at work, stared while smoking a cigarette, dreaming of his own college days, and the chance to get with someone as gorgeous as Grace. A young girl started, eyes full of awe at the pretty girl who looked so beautiful, as she walked with her mother, craning her head to get a look at me. A passing highschool boy walked by with eyes locked on my chest, shamelessly watching the motion of Grace’s breasts as I moved.

All this attention feels so stimulating… even though it’s subtle, it’s like I can feel the presence of their desire so strongly…

I wondered if I was hyper-sensitive to this sort of thing now, my brain seemingly picking out and organizing reactions to me from passers by and strangers, even those across the street, and all in a coherent, seemingly very accurate way.

Maybe it’s another extra part of being a skinwalker…? Greater ability to read people, heightened senses, being able to pick reactions out of a crowd. It would make sense, being able to assess reactions down to their finer points, greater understanding of how a different skin would be perceived, another skinwalker survival adaption. Maybe a subtle sign from the skinwalker side to seek out the skin perceived as most attractive to people…?

Was this a part of the ability? I considered it idly as I walked. So far, I’d worn Jessica and Grace, two girls who were both objectively very attractive. Maybe the skinwalker side had rejoiced at my picks, encouraging me to go for them somehow… being an attractive girl opened a lot of doors, and I could tell most had been a lot more receptive to me while wearing these girls than they would have been with my ordinary face.

Grace was so cute, it seemed like people got an urge to protect her, so sweet and shy… the perfect unsuspecting vessel for a skinwalker, a girl people naturally wanted to keep safe, and whose beauty was more than enough reward to sacrifice for. Jessica was strong and sexy, physically superior to me as Alex in every way, and so hot she could ignite passion in any guy she met. A skin like that could get me in any door, with a few different ways…

My ruminations came to an end when I arrived at my destination, a shop I’d been thinking about visiting for a while.