Grace Miura

From the strength of Jessica’s emotion, I knew it had to be Grace. Skinwalker’s were apparently creatures of instinct, so I figured it best to roll with whatever the greatest emotional pull was at the time. At least, that’s what I tried to use to rationalize this to myself; Really there was some kind of serious thrill about approaching this girl who both myself and Jessica knew, and being perceived totally as her.

I started moving towards her, enjoying the way my walk oozed a natural sultriness as the latex skirt constricted my thighs. I could feel eyes on me from guys and girls alike across the room as I moved, enjoying the way their stares seemed to pierce and rove all over me. As myself, I’d never really stood out much, but wearing Jessica, all dolled up in a dress like this, people couldn’t resist looking.

Before I knew it, I was close to Grace, and she looked up at me with some fear in her eyes, triggering a cruel pleasure from Jessica’s personality. It was clear Jessica would take this as another opportunity to belittle and demean this sweet, quiet girl for sport, and Grace seemed to know that too. Then again, with me in here, maybe it was time for a **** Jessica to actually put Grace at ease and help her have a good time.