Grant Grace's wish, in a way she'd never expect...

“I just… I just wish I could be someone else for a while.”

That had been what Grace had said, exhaustion and my mind control lowering her guard and making her honest. She was suffering, blaming her lack of confidence for the problems in her life, wishing she could just have a break for a while.

I can give her what she wants…

I’d never been as shy as Grace, but like many people I’d had my own awkward phases. Memories of becoming a teenage boy, feeling weird and uncomfortable with puberty, my brain scrambled with hormones. Most everyone has feelings from their own adolescence they’d like to forget. Even once getting to college, it wasn’t like I’d been some instant ladykiller, totally charismatic and cool while I made myself a harem.

I’d tried hard to push myself out there, failing socially more than a few times towards the end of high school and a few more times still once getting here. My efforts to be brave and take risks hadn't been in vain, summoning the courage to ask out my crush, even if that had ended with a vicious, supernatural disaster. I had to admit though, nothing I’d ever done as myself had made me feel even half as confident, as energetic, as self-possessed and capable… as stealing Jessica’s skin had.

“Oh Grace, everyone wishes they could be someone else once in a while. Even I do, sometimes. You already know I resent you for being a pathetic loser, but a part of that is seeing you squander your good looks acting so depressing all the time. If I had your life, you know I’d be using your body the way it was meant to be used.”

Grace sniffled a little, looking up at me.

“You… you really want to be someone else sometimes? I can’t imagine you feeling that way, Jessica. You’re already so… so confident, and charismatic, and sexy…”

She said those last few words very quietly, trailing off into silence. Even with the plying comfort of mind control, it seemed Grace retained some of her modesty. I had to remember the breathless way she’d viewed me the last time I mind controlled her, kissing her and touching her body, while I let her fully embrace her bi-curiosity with her hot bully.

She’s definitely attracted to this body… perfect.

“Well, of course, body swaps aren’t possible. Just the kind of thing that would happen in a dream, never real life. Maybe you’ll dream of it tonight? Maybe now, when you pass out from exhaustion on the kitchen table?”

“Wha-”

Grace’s quiet voice barely had enough time to get a syllable out, before her subjugated mind recognized that as a command rather than just casual conversation. Her pupils almost seemed to roll up into the back of her head, as her face dropped down onto the table, being only slightly cushioned by the pages of the book she was reading.

“Hehe~”

I giggled a little, satisfied with my handiwork as I stood and approached her. Red nail polish tipped fingers revealed themselves as mere sheaths to the horror underneath, as my spines burst from Jessica’s fingertips and pierced Grace’s soft neck, filling her with skinwalker fluid. Before long, I was strutting into “my” room, carrying the empty vessel of the poor, long suffering shy girl with me.

I pouted just a little as I looked around Jessica’s room, feeling a pang of disappointment that I was going to be leaving it behind for a little while. It had really grown to feel like “home”, especially with all those evenings spent Netflix and chilling with Mike or stumbling in here with some other guy or girl after a steamy time at a nightclub.

That disappointed feeling intensified, as the sinews in the back of Jessica’s neck broke, the face of Alex emerging into the uncomfortable cold of being out of a skin. I stepped into her en-suite bathroom, getting a good look at my own face for the first time in about a week.

At first, I’d hoped to ration my time inside Jessica, only taking her when I felt I couldn’t contain my urges. Then I figured I was just taking her anytime I wanted to have fun, or even just when I missed wearing her clothes and relaxing in her body. I might have removed her to send off the real girl to do something I couldn’t be bothered with, but increasingly even that had stopped, as I found myself becoming increasingly comfortable never leaving her skin.

Now, looking at the face of Alex, it almost felt like looking at a stranger. I ran my fingertips over my broader jawline, my Adam’s apple, the rougher skin of my cheeks, my more pronounced brow bone. These were features I’d had my whole adult life, and most of my adolescence too, so why did they feel so foreign? Who would have thought just a little time inside Jessica, seeing her sea-green eyes, pale perfect skin and the soft, feminine contours of her face in the mirror would come to feel so natural, so fitting, and so “me”?

Maybe it’s a good thing I’m getting out of this skin now… somewhere along the line it seemed I’d started thinking of Jessica as belonging to me, her skin my rightful one to wear.

I pulled the gap of the skinsuit’s back wider, my broader shoulders emerging with a bizarre spatial growth I logically expected yet still always found so physically strange. Strangest of all, naturally, was the potent, still overwhelming gravity rush accompanied by a gasp that announced the return of my masculinity down below. Gulping at how alien it felt to have my cock swinging around my legs again, I hurried to get all the way out of Jessica, walking back into her room and laying her on the bed.

Holding the back of her head, I stroked her deflated cheek, admiring the silky feeling of her skin, while my other hand enjoyed the tactile pleasure of being absorbed by her long hair.

Crazy to think this deflated girl suit allowed me to fully become my bitchy flatmate and live her life totally… crazier still to acknowledge it was my own dark powers that reduced the original Jessica to that.

I sighed, as I let her go. Inside, I could feel a weird, possessive jealously urging me to get back inside Jessica, almost like I could hear it say:

“What are you doing…? She’s yours, you know she is. If Jessica had wanted her life, she would have used it for good, or at the very least not been such a colossal bitch. She lived by stepping on and dominating people, isn’t it only natural that when a bigger shark came along, she should suffer the same fate she pushed on others? And what would be a more thorough dominance, than taking her skin and stealing her life from her? To the victor, the spoils, after all~”

I figured such entitlement, such twisted logic, must be coming from my skinwalker side. Although, I couldn’t exactly fault its motivation. It was a part of me too, it knew just how much I craved taking Jessica’s life for my own. I **** myself to turn away from the skinsuit of the red-head I coveted, and plucked up the vacant shell of the short-stack Asian shy girl instead.

Grace…

Looking over her, I felt a splintered collection of emotions. I’d been crushing on her back then, all those weeks ago. After living as Jessica for so long, it almost felt like another lifetime. They say new, or novel memories, make time seem to go slowly, as the brain is digesting so much new information. Its why time seems to fly when you’re doing the same routine day in, day out. Why people’s whole lives can be consumed in an office cubicle, a litany of revolving Christmas parties being the only marker of the years passing.

Everyday had been new and exciting as Jessica. I’d racked up more new sexual partners in a week as her than I had my whole life before her, squealing out as I got railed by some well hung guy or moaning spitefully hot little whispers into the ear of a cute lesbian girl who’d never been topped by a woman like me before; a woman who so beautifully combined dominance with femininity.

After all that, my feelings for Grace almost felt naïve. Even then, they had been real, and I could still feel my care for her as I took in her deflated face. Yes, I loved being Jessica: Getting to be so hot, so confident, so shamelessly slutty. Well, maybe this was exactly what Grace needed too. I couldn’t help but be excited to think how she’d feel waking up in the body of her bully, the bad-girl who was the yin to her yang, her opposite in nearly every way.

And of course, it wouldn’t be fair if “Jessica” didn’t get to wake up in Grace’s body either, to further add to the chaos. Naturally, I wasn’t going to let the real Jessica into Grace’s body. Even if I loved living as her, the original girl was just too much of a bitch to be given full access to Grace’s identity. No, instead I would take Jessica’s role. It was only natural really, I’d been living as her for all this time anyway, I may as well consider her personality, her life, and her skin all as just extra accessories for me now.

I peeled open Grace’s back, the pale skin parting at my touch. Swinging my legs inside her, sitting on the toilet for balance, I filled her, before rushing to stuff my masculine body inside her short, curvy, womanly shape. Before long I was standing with her legs, moaning in a male voice totally discordant with the female pleasure I felt taking Grace’s womb, and feeling the steamy heat travel up as I was sealed in her skinsuit.

Mhmm… gosh, it feels a little too good to be back in a girl’s skin again. Should I be concerned with how miserable it is every time I’m just my ordinary self? Or is my skinwalker side just that depressed being out of someone else’s form?

Stowing my contemplation for later, I hurried into Grace’s bra and panties, my lips forming a dissatisfied frown at how boring they were.

“You really have been wasting your potential, Grace…”

After becoming so accustomed to Jessica’s taste in lingerie, the sexier the better, naturally, I couldn’t help but be disappointed at the reserved choices Grace inflicted on herself. Taking the opportunity to spice up Grace’s wardrobe was going to be one of the first things “Jessica” was going to do once “she” woke up as the shy girl she’d been bullying.

I finished my look by stuffing myself into the ill-flattering tracksuit Grace had been wearing, before approaching Jessica’s vacant skin. Skinwalker spines tore through the soft skin of my fingertips, before I pierced pale, deflated flesh. I’d been contemplating my powers, the mechanisms that allowed them to work. When I turned someone into a skinsuit, it was less just an injection of fluid, and more a straight transfer. They were filled with the substance to reduce them to a magic infused skinsuit version of themselves, while I got their souls in return. Restoring a skinsuit involved restoring a soul, the body reforming without harm as the victim was made totally whole again.

But… what if I restored a skinsuit, by filling it with the “wrong” soul?

This had been the idea that had been filling me with curiosity ever since it had came to me; an idea I was now going to put into practice. A smile halfway between wonder and victory took to the normally demure face of Grace, as I felt her pure soul successfully pass through my spines, Jessica’s body reforming with a much more pleasant spiritual filling than the original had.

Yes… yes! It’s working…!

What felt like only seconds later, the toned, sporty body of Jessica was sleeping soundly in her bed, naked with a peaceful expression.

“Nighty night ‘Jessica’! I hope you’re excited for your wish to have come true when you wake up…!”