Morning in the mountains... and a dilemma

I opened my eyes to a feeling of deep peace and happiness, gratitude for everything that had happened filling me. Wrapped in my arms was Alicia, her hot body pressed up against me, hair and skin smelling so natural as we hadn’t been able to wash since coming here. I breathed her scent in deeply, enjoying the sensation.

She was so small compared to me like this… so warm in my arms. I felt my heart melt a little, that gooey feeling of love permeating through me. I was really, really going to miss it. I could tell that underneath the skin, underneath this personality, I was still just my regular self. I knew that physically, I could always go back to being just me. But I didn’t really want to.

Whether it was Frank or Alicia, I was going to become addicted to being one of them. Maybe both; I could stay here permanently, swapping skins as I pleased between the two of them, basking in the enjoyment of this young couple whilst making love as either sex.

I have to get out of here… it’s not right to steal their lives like this.

I could feel my morals, still not totally eroded yet, bringing forth the slightest sensations of guilt at what I was doing. I didn’t feel nearly as guilty as I thought I might though, which worried me too as it really demonstrated how far I’d already fallen.

Or I could stay… I’ve had a better time in just a couple days than any other time in my life. It hasn’t really felt wrong until now, has it? Despite everything, I’ve felt so totally natural in another skin, maybe even more than my own.

I could tell the decision was twisting around in my head. No matter what, I needed to make a choice now. I could end the camping trip early, find an excuse or something to draw the couple back home naturally. I could even slip away if only we could find some other people; it didn’t matter who, just as long as there was an opportunity for me to move skins I could escape away, make it back home and resume my life. I knew I’d need to do something quickly, before I crumbled and this love totally corrupted me.

But… maybe I was being too hasty too? They only had one more day on the camping trip, so maybe I could last that long. A whole other day of exploring, couple time, sex… would it be all I’d need to be fully corrupted? An addiction to wholesome love, leading to me replacing either of my nicest flatmates and stealing their relationship?