Getting ready for dinner...

The silver Mercedes pulled up outside Lisa’s apartment, the young couple inside looking satisfied, if a little bedraggled.

“You’re sure you aren’t just trying to escape?”

Trent teased, looking over me, hungry eyes unable to resist raking over my damp body in the long dress.

“I said I’d come along on the whole day of dates, didn’t I? I’m a woman of my word.”

I teased back, before leaning over and taking him in a long, lingering kiss. I could almost feel his pulse spike up through his lips, the powerful sensation of meeting mine being enough to pull pleasure throughout both our bodies.

“There… something to remember me by. Now, you go and get changed too, I want to see you looking sharp for our dinner.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was you who was seducing me…”

He started, as I slipped out of the car, a tingle of pleasure working through my body as I felt his eyes on me.

“You’re just my fun for the day, darling. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

A flirty spark seemed to fly between our eyes before I strutted into the lobby, satisfaction and excitement rushing together so thoroughly in my head as I played the part of the teasing, seductive girlfriend.

Oh my God, I can’t believe this day…! And how much fun I’ve been having…

As the elevator made its way to Lisa’s floor, I couldn’t help but admire the way the corset and long skirts of this dress sat on her body; somehow managing to make sophistication look so sexy. Trent had outright bought it as we picked up our regular clothes, and somehow knowing I could wear it anytime I liked made me really, really happy.

Making my way inside Lisa’s apartment, and then inside her bedroom, I found myself reflecting on everything that had happened. Our agreement had given me so much hope; real knowledge that I could save Lisa, without any ****. But after the arcade, and everything we did together…

I glanced at the strip of photos from the photo-booth, idly sticking them to Lisa’s wall with all her other memories. The boy and girl in the pictures looked so natural and happy together, like the positive, flirty energy they shared was leaking from the frames, impossible for such a small image to fully contain. Trent, the picture of chiselled, masculine beauty, like a Roman statue. And Lisa… every inch of her skin was beautiful, her big, brown eyes seeming magnetic while her plump, perfect lips shone with lipgloss that compelled the eye to study them, and to wish to kiss them.

I bit on those same lips now, feeling the gentle compression of their cushion and the sweet sensation from her straight teeth leaving small little marks on their surface. My straight teeth. My soft, kissable lips. My beautiful, undeniably feminine face. A body like Aphrodite, a skin fit for a Goddess of love…

I opened the back of the corset and let the dress drop to the floor as I stepped over to Lisa’s full-length mirror, sliding out of her bra and panties with the plundered precision of the girl who’d done so a thousand times. Her breasts were so big, soft and perky, nipples standing to attention and hardening a little in real time as my male lust reacted naturally to the sight of my naked crush following my movements.

Lisa’s smaller hands and fingers moved to attention, peeling the lower lips I wore between the intersection of my thighs apart gently to the thrill of air rushing inside me a little. Some still warm, goopy cum slipped out, as I watched with ever so slightly disgusted fascination as Trent’s seed fell a little out of my pussy. Such a forbidden feeling, knowing my womb was absolutely stuffed with my boyfriend’s cum right now…

Ughhh, no guy should know how this feels. But why does that make it so much hotter for me? Such a twisted way to be… but I can’t help but love it.

I giggled a little at the twisted sensation, the unnaturally perverted thrill of this skin and everything I’d used it for working through me.

“I’m such a pervy girl…”

Lisa’s voice, so proper and so used to the wholesome words normally spoken by the original girl, still sounded much hotter when I was the one making her speak how she never would normally.

“I wonder…”

Fingers probed at the back of the nape, before digging in, as I tried to pull my original, male face out from inside Lisa’s perfect, female one. Somehow, it seemed more difficult than normal, the goopy threads more resistant to parting as I peeled the gap open. As I pulled my head out too, it seemed like the inside of Lisa greedily clung to me, different parts pulling away only for others to stay attached.

“Huh… that doesn’t usually happen.”

My male voice still sounded incongruous after being Lisa all day, but I didn’t really care to notice much, distracted as I was with how different Lisa’s skin felt as I tried to take it off. Experimentally, I pulled her hand like a glove, trying to free mine beneath it, expecting the normal procedure so far of a skinsuit to become much more like a suit the more I left it.

Instead, it almost seemed like her skin separated unevenly, sinews inside gripping to me organically, almost wrapped around and trying to pull me inside again, their hot, wet trails feeling erotic as they clung to me.

Male hand outside now, Lisa’s arm hung down the side of her body, almost looking depressed for not being used by me.

The way her skin’s clinging to me… it’s so strange. Almost like it doesn’t want me to leave…

“Hmmm, do you like having me wear you? Is having me inside really that good?”

I said it out loud, quietly, conscious that every skinsuit is always alive, even if they don’t necessarily seem like it. Had I… bonded with Lisa’s skin somehow? I slipped my hand into hers again and felt the inside almost rush to attach itself to me and give me her perfect arms again, flexing her nail polish topped fingers as I enjoyed wearing her once more.

“My crush likes me back, huh…?”

I started, playfully.

“… just not in a way I ever thought she could.”

I stuffed my face back inside hers, feeling the same greedy, hungry sensation as her skin rushed onto me, like it was **** to have me wear it again, and finding Lisa's to feel much more natural than my own face.

It's almost like my face as Alex feels more like a mask now, while Lisa's is much more fitting...

I pondered the unexpected way Lisa’s skin had reacted to my attempt to leave it as I showered, the warm water sliding down my soft skin in a way that provided constant small thrills of sensual pleasure.

Every little touch feels so much better when I’m her… every small feeling and fleeting moment.

Stepping out, wrapping my body and hair in a towel, I sat on her swivel chair and spun while I tried to make sense of everything that I felt.

This day has been way too much… I can’t remember having so much fun. Ugh, I have to focus! There’s still dinner with Trent tonight to get ready for… it’ll be the natural culmination of the day.

I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, he’d just said to dress a little fancy. I think we both knew that Lisa’s skin was so gorgeous I could probably turn up in a bathrobe and be let inside anywhere.

I opened her wardrobe, letting my eyes drift around her clothes. Style was another area Lisa excelled in (Was there anything she didn’t…?) and I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of appreciation, jealousy and excitement as I looked over her clothes.

The appreciation was natural, anyone with an eye for aesthetics could tell each piece was carefully considered and often very high quality, with some expensive brand names making an appearance, but mainly a keen eye for eternal style rather than matching any temporary trends.

The jealousy was knowing she could wear clothes like this all the time and look perfect, while I couldn’t help but feel envy, not just for her looks, but for her gender too. So much of her wardrobe was undeniably feminine, and further emphasized her beauty. I knew it wasn’t really normal for a guy to be jealous of women for their clothes, but I’d always felt a draw to so many of their styles, and found myself wondering how their clothes might feel on their bodies, noticing cute pieces and wishing I had a female body to wear them with.

Finally, excitement, because… I didn’t need to wonder anymore. I had a female body now, and Lisa’s wardrobe full of cute, classy and undeniably feminine clothes was at my disposal. And when I wore her clothes in public, I’d be the one being seen as beautiful by everyone around me, guys staring with lust they couldn’t help while girls looked on wishing they could be me.

Me… Lisa. I had my crushes body now. Now I was the beautiful doctor to be with the perfect smile and figure, wrapped up in the attractive light tan of her skin. Her pussy between my legs pulsed a little with gratification, a physical sensation to match the possessive, addictive elation I felt thinking about staying inside Lisa’s skin and identity forever…

“I think I want to wear… this one.”

I smiled as I slipped into it; the same red velvet dress Lisa had worn on her date with Trent, the one on the poster board I’d caught myself thinking about last night. I knew I was being greedy, I thought, as I applied her make-up in exactly the same way she’d worn it that night. Almost trying to steal the one big date night the real Lisa had had with Trent, copying her look exactly, while I stole her relationship.

Well… I suppose her relationship was always more mine anyway. I was the one to go home with Trent in the first place, isn’t he more my boyfriend anyway?

I laughed out loud before thinking,

It doesn’t really matter… couldn’t Lisa just be a cover for me now? Couldn’t she be my main skin?

Finishing her make-up, I felt my heart melt a little as I blew a kiss at my reflection, loving the shiny red lipstick and the way the soft red velvet felt so luxurious against my skin. Lisa’s iphone screen lit up with a text from Trent, arriving to take me to dinner…