Preparing for class

“Mr. Laithwaite” rose first, taking two clean towels from a rack and walking, calling after me to follow. My head seemed to be swimming in dopamine as I came up behind him, my tight teenage pussy a little sore from how thoroughly I’d been ravaged as I was lead into a large communal shower ajoined to the room full of skins.

“This is where we would shower off after an orgy or something… although so far we haven’t been together to have one yet.”

He turned on the water, and it seemed to come from shower heads all over, filling the room with water, like being in the center of a warm rain shower. It felt so luxurious; I’d never been in a shower quite like this. He handed me some girly looking bottles of shampoo and body wash, as he began using some more masculine looking ones.

“Here, these are what Annie usually uses. It’s always important, and pleasurable, to cover your skin in the scents its original owner liked to use.”

I smiled as I accepted them, putting a dollop on my hand and beginning to wash my skinny, youthful body.

“We…?”

I inquired casually, as I let the soap ease my stolen muscles and clean my new skin.

“The other skinwalkers of course! It’s not just us after all, although I can’t say I’ve ever met most of our kind. But still, if you stay with me, you’ll at least get to meet some of them. They’re an interesting lot of course, although we don’t see each other much at all. Maybe it’s because we’re so rare, or maybe they just like playing with humans all the time. Oh well, it’s a shame, but it is probably safer this way. Still, when we do get together, suffice to say it’s always a good time.”

He smiled deeply at that, and I could almost see Candida through the rough, manly exterior for a moment. It was interesting, but I could already feel a budding affection for her starting to build. I wondered if it was like those Nigerian skinwalkers she’d mentioned earlier… what kind of factors came into play, when a skinwalker couple formed?

After cleaning our bodies together, we left the shower and dried off, seeming knowledge of a wider plan on Candida’s part and curiosity on mine superseding the desire to have sex, at least for a small time.

Leaving the central room with it’s myriad of skinsuits, we walked down some steps onto the floor below, apparently also a part of this apartment. What lay down there was a more conventional dressing room, but it had to be the biggest dressing room I’d ever seen! It stretched out ahead, filling the room and went on to fill almost the whole story. It seemed the blinds stayed closed all the time here, letting light in without letting the outside peer in, and all the clothes were protected in clear plastic covers and seemed to be organized not by color or season, but rather in alcoves with small photo’s above; a variety of outfits for each and every skin that lay upstairs.

It was as impressive as it was expansive, and as I wandered through this massive room, I could see that there was still plenty of empty alcoves left to fill.

“It’s so huge…”

I spun around to see Candida puffed up with pride, an interesting mix of her own personality flowing out of Mr. Laithwaite.

“I’m glad you think so, Alex. I’m really proud of it, truthfully. It’s the greatest luxury, being able to try on anything and anyone, and slip into their lifestyle at any time. You’ll have a little taste of that soon enough.”

He smiled as he waved me over to the biggest, first alcove, which didn’t seem to be specific to anyone, and had on raised platforms like tables two sets of clothing. On the right, sat a tweed suit with brown shoes, a simple, classic outfit, that seemed to excite me somehow seeing it, and held an attractive, academic appeal. He moved to begin putting it on, and the appeal became obvious as the feelings of Annie coded into her skin; attraction at an outfit that must be heavily associated with her illicit lover for her.

I mused on it with interest; even though I didn’t have Annie’s soul yet, some aspects of her personality stayed etched into her skin, even without her memories and mannerisms. I’d noticed I’d defaulted not to my own mannerisms ever since I put on her skin, but rather Lisa’s, as it seemed that without a soul Annie’s skin was still secondary to Lisa’s, even when covered by it. I wondered if it might be possible to change Annie’s skin this way; maybe there was some way I could endow it with Lisa’s sexy, voluptuous curves…

“Well? Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

The authoritative masculine tones of Mr. Laithwaite woke me up from my reverie as I saw he stood fully realized in his suit, my knees feeling a little weak by his presence alone. Looking at the other platform on the left, sat the outfit I was to wear; the Thorton college girl’s school uniform.

I swallowed with perverse pleasure as I worked Annie’s bra and panties on, excitement over wearing a girl’s school uniform temporarily overpowering the twisted, lewd enjoyment that came with wearing a teenage girl’s underwear.

I pulled the skirt on first, a dark blue checkered skirt design and a cut that seemed a little short considering it was part of a school uniform. I didn’t mind, as I looked at the cute, petite Asian girl in the mirror. I didn’t know what kind of person she normally was, but with me in her skin she wasn’t going to have a problem showing off a lot of thigh.

I buttoned up her shirt next before throwing on her soft cardigan, feeling it’s cashmere quality even through the shirts fabric. This school really was premium, the quality of the uniform was so high, it felt like it was more expensive than any piece of clothing I’d ever owned as Alex. Looking at myself in the mirror, I started laughing. Something about this outfit… it really reminded me of something my flatmate, Grace, would wear. It was funny how she didn’t seem to realize her everyday look seemed like she was cosplaying an unintentionally sexy school girl.

Getting close to the mirror and examining the look, I started smiling and enjoying letting my eyes wander over this body.

I kinda look like Grace’s little sister or something…

I knew I was probably just being a little racist thinking that, as Grace and Annie both simply had East Asian heritage and nothing else really connecting them, but it was still funny to me dressed up so similarly.

“I’m so jealous of you, Big Sis! How come you got all the boobs and I’m flat!”

I whined in my head before throwing a pout on my face, imagining the two having a playful argument. Annie had such a cute face… she wasn’t as cute as Grace, but she had a real “little sister” appeal.

I sat back against the platform as I pulled the school’s thigh high socks up my legs, the act of putting them on being so erotic my pussy grew hotter and wetter just for feeling them press against my thighs, before I slipped into ballet flats and stood, admiring the full picture. I idly mused about how perverted the idea of thigh high socks as part of a girl’s school uniform was, but the small crest at the top of the socks proved beyond all doubt that they were standard issue.

Finally, I picked up the dark blue blazer, eying the school’s crest before I put it on me. Gold threads formed an intricate design of a serpent emerging from the sea and eating the stars of the night sky, a beautiful yet sinister design, when I actually thought about it. I wondered for a moment to its meaning, before pulling it on me and giving “Annie” a once over in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror looked so small, innocent and cute, packed into her school uniform. I got close and let my dark eyes widen as I looked over her, still amazed that it was really me underneath this skin, enjoying the airy feeling of wearing her skirt and feeling the hot wetness of her pussy as I wore her school uniform. I was literally inside the body of a schoolgirl right now!

The insane situation rolled over me as I gave myself a hug, squeezing my slight body as if looking for physical confirmation that it was, really and truly me. I flashed her smile and gave a girly little skip as I followed Mr. Laithwaite into the next room, head swimming with ideas and excitement for my “first lesson”.