Kindness has consequences...

Wow…

I beamed Jessica’s perfect smile as I slid into her bedroom, immediately going to her mirror and taking in the sight of “my” body. My long red hair had a messy, natural look to it, infused with the sexy intimacy that tells of how I spent the night. Similarly, my make-up was a little messy too; lipstick smudged from kissing all over Grace’s skin, eye shadow not nearly as perfect as it had been last night.

In the morning light, the black latex dress and heels was so explicitly sensual it seemed totally at odds with the more pedestrian energy of this time of day, and if anyone had seen me, it would have been so obvious was returning from a “walk of shame.”

Still, though…

I giggled a little from happiness, my mood sky high from everything I’d experienced since hijacking Jessica’s skin. There was nothing shameful in my walk “home”, short as it had been from Grace’s room to Jessica’s.

I felt amazing. Empowered. So confident and at ease, more than I could ever remember feeling. It was almost like my life as myself, as Alex, had been a bad dream, and ever since becoming Jessica, I’d woken up.

I could have had any girl or guy at that party…

I shivered a little with pleasure as I remembered the stares, jealously and a forbidden attraction alike from the girls, and oftentimes just dumbfounded lust from the boys. A feeling like that was so addictive, to feel wanted, to feel desired, to feel like the sexiest girl in the party and only needing to look at your reflection in the window to know it was true.

Little fantasies of going home with people flitted around my brain; from the star of our colleges basketball team with all his friends along the far wall, to the hot blonde from the drama department. Even thoughts of sex with that guy who’d been trying to chat up Grace, who had seemed so turned on as I degraded him. Visions of stepping on his dick and giving him a footjob, laughing as he shamefully came, then riding him until he was exhausted and leaving without a word, using him for sex before strutting home to scandalized mutters from old women at how sexy I was dressed.

I LOVE this skin…

My fingers traced around the toned, sexy body, bound in tight latex, tingling as the pressure from my finger awakened small bursts of tactile pleasure. I watched in the mirror as I kicked off my heels and slid out of the dress, enjoying the way Jessica’s breasts bounced free and the way the sunrays coming through the blinds picked up her toned midriff and perky ass.

God, she’s so sexy… if she wasn’t such a bitch…

Thoughts of the real personality of the girl whose body I’d stolen floated back to me accompanied by a grimace. I had her soul inside me now, I knew what she was like for certain. Some people seemed harsh until you got to know them, got to see a deeper side to them. Jessica was not one of these people. The craving for dominance, the deep desire for humiliation, destroying the reputation of anyone near for fun, but especially Grace…

I shuddered just a little as I thought about it. The way Jessica viewed Grace was so different from me. As Alex, I couldn’t say I’d ever really gotten to know her, but anyone could see she was a shy and sweet girl who was just having a hard time fitting in and making friends. Someone you naturally wanted to protect and care for, someone it was easy to root for, hoping she could find a good life and good people to spend it with.

Jessica saw her as weak. As prey. As a sporting joke, one that was only funny sad, and the more miserable, the better. Wearing Jessica’s personality the same way I was wearing her skin, I found myself slipping into exactly her mindset as I considered the shy girl I’d just spent a wonderful night with.

“She’s so pathetic and stupid. Everytime I see her face, I just want to punish her. What do you mean, ‘you’re shy’? You’re a fucking adult Grace. Grow up. If you won’t stand up for yourself, it’s because you deserve to be lower than everyone, and of course, lower than me. I’ll make sure you know your place, and I’ll have all the fun in the world reminding you of how much better I am than you.”

Ugh. Such a gross mindset.

She really didn’t have another side. In any social engagement, Jessica was always looking for a way to make herself look the best, and tear anyone around her down. I scanned through her memories and cringed at the casual sadism on display, feeling the thrill from her personality as I experienced years of bullying from the POV of the mean girl who loved making the shy and the unfortunate in life even more miserable than they already were.

“What the hell…”

Her voice sounded so attractive, even tinged by the sad, horrified condemnation my mood carried for Jessica. It really wasn’t fair. Gazing up again, meeting the sea green eyes of the girl in the mirror, I let them rest there for only a minute before taking in every curve. Her body was so beautiful, her face gorgeous. Why was someone so pretty, so blessed, so outwardly perfect, so inwardly rotten?

I reached to the back of her neck, and dug my fingers deep into the skin. It hurt for a moment, before distending and parting, a cold rush of air burrowing in on the damp flesh of my real, male body underneath. With a shiver like bursting out from a warm pool into cold air, I let Jessica’s face fall onto her chest as my head emerged.

I had to blink a few times just to get my bearings, eyes getting used to seeing the world after seeing through Jessica’s for a day and night. It felt incredibly strange working my way out of her skin, my arms leaving hers, seeming to elongate, the empty sensation of my chest now lacking her breasts feeling rather miserable as I lost her body from the waist up.

The sensations from the lower body were much stranger though. The exact opposite of the inversion I’d experienced as I took her womb last night happened; a massive rush, like a dam breaking, as my cock and balls burst out from deep within as gravity took them to their rightful place. Almost immediately, a boner speared upwards, being covered in the slime of Jessica’s skinsuit was a stimulation way too powerful to remain flaccid.

After experiencing so much exclusively female arousal over the last twenty four hours, it was quite the novelty feeling how hard and throbbing my cock got, now that it was fully on display in the world. My feet expanded by several sizes as I freed them from Jessica’s skin and lay on her bed, breathing deep her scent with eyes closed as I paid attention to all the strange stimuli of just being in my own body again.

My ass was flatter, my body longer, and my energy levels and confidence notably a lot lower as I lay there, but no matter what I could tell I was drastically changed from the man who’d stumbled into the apartment after his terrifying date with Lisa only a short time ago.

What had once just been a fetish, a forbidden fantasy that could never have been realized, all of it had become real for me. I’d been that sexy bad bitch, that hot girl at the party who loved turning heads. Experienced lesbian sex from within her skin, feeling Grace’s tongue slide inside my lower lips…

I squirmed a little as I thought about how much I’d enjoyed it.

Grace…

My thoughts were pulled back to her, thinking about how happy she’d been as I apologized for the way Jessica had treated her, the small moments of hope starting to shine through as the optimist in her started to believe, even just a little, that she might have a friend instead of a bully. How liberated and happy she was, as she got to explore her bi-sexuality, kissing a gorgeous girl and being spoilt, dominated in a way that felt so good to her.

But… that wasn’t Jessica. None of it was. It wasn’t how she would act in the slightest. If I restore her…

I looked at Jessica’s discarded skin, lying in a pile on the floor of her own bedroom. She felt so soft as I lifted her up, marveling at how her face still managed to look cute, even flaccid and hollow like this.

The real Jessica hates Grace. She would be disgusted at the idea of kissing her, even disgusted at the idea of seeing her as an equal. If I restore her, she’ll go right back to bullying Grace. Maybe even harder, Grace’s hopeful claims about what they’d done together seeming like a gross insult, and opening the door to Jessica using Grace’s repressed sexuality as a weapon against her, destroying her now that she’s ****.

If Grace experienced that… such a vicious twist, with her guard down, from the girl who she thought cared about her… it might be too much for her.

A horrible grimace crossed my features, as all the worst-case scenarios flashed in my brain, thoughts I didn’t want to dwell on for even a second. Grace falling into depression, her innocent smile crushed forever, her broken heart unable to love after such a betrayal out of nowhere. For such a sensitive girl, already shattered from bullying, it would be the cruelest twist.

“I… I need to take responsibility. I can’t let that happen!”

An urgency pressed my words, even as I whispered them, fear over the worst possibilities coloring my vision. Grace was opening up, trusting me. With my help, she could become a healthy, well adjusted and happy young woman. It’s just…

I can’t do it as myself.

Jessica’s skin rested in my hands. Lips still painted glossy red with lipstick, hanging open a little, exposing the inside of her suit. Easy for me to get back inside, cover myself in her warmth, enjoy all the fruits of her fit body and confident persona, leave behind my dull life as Alex and become a better Jessica.

She doesn’t deserve it anyway… she has every gift and just uses them to be cruel to the most helpless! I could be a better Jessica, a **** Jessica who would actually make people’s lives better!

Lofty ideals of improving things for others aside, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t just love taking her life for my own, all for the fun of it…