“You can… you can use them on me…”

“What?”

I looked intently at her, brain scrambling, thoughts overwhelmingly imagining I must have been hearing things.

“I said, uhmm… you can…”

She looked down, blushing intensely, while her hands gripped tightly the edge of her skirt, nerves making her speak quietly as the extent of what she was offering fired her shyness way higher. As far as she was concerned, she’d never even kissed the guy she liked, and now she was jumping straight into offering intimacy deeper than even sex.

I stared at her as excitement rushed around my brain, mingling with astonishment and most of all, hope.

If she’s serious… if she really means it…

“… you can wear me!”

She looked up as she said it, words squeaking out in an embarrassed rush, like they’d been a struggle just to say.

“Grace… you really mean it?”

A big smile teased the corner of my lips, gratitude and love for her flowing throughout my heart.

“Yes! Yes, okay! It’s… embarrassing…”

She was blushing, moving to hide her face with her hands. I slid in closer and showed my gratitude with a hug, hearing her gasp as my arms slid around her and pulled her close. She was stunned for just a moment, before she started hugging back.

Her body was so soft and warm, voluptuous breasts pressing into my chest and causing a tingle of dopamine to run through my body. Her hair smelled so good as it rested under my chin, how short she was compared to me feeling obvious as we touched.

Thank goodness she’s still sitting, so our lower bodies aren’t touching right now…

If we’d been having a proper standing hug, they’d be no way she couldn’t feel my rock hard dick standing to attention in my pants, wholesome excitement at hugging the girl I liked being amped up by the more perverse, fetishistic pleasure than soon, I’d get to be her.

“I’m so happy Grace, thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me! You’re really saving me…”

“Oh, well…”

She squirmed a little, embarrassed by how much she was loving being praised, almost short-circuiting a little from the affection. Breaking the hug, I saw her avert her eyes, almost like she couldn’t handle the brightness in my smile, too overwhelmed by positive feeling.

“How… uhmm…. How will it feel? For me, I mean?”

I thought about how best to answer for a moment. Even willingly, the first time someone got turned into a skin would always be a scary prospect.

“It feels good, I think.”

“You think…?”

She sounded unsure. I would too, if I were in her position.

“No, I mean, I know! The fluid that it transfers over to you, it seems to fill the recipient with pleasure. When I used it before, Jessica had an expression almost like melting bliss."

“Really…?”

She said it quietly, pondering.

“And, uhm. You can definitely turn me back, right?”

Her brow was furrowed. She liked me a lot, inexperience with love and her first budding feelings meaning she was very susceptible to things I might ask, but she was still right not to trust me totally blindly.

“Of course I will Grace. Nevermind I’d turn anyone back to normal, I really, really like you, and I want to spend time with you. The real you. I’d miss all of that if we were just one all the time.”

The reminder of my feelings for her kept her blush high, as her eyes roved around the floor, a little too shy to look me in the face. I let my free hand take her chin and pull it up so our faces were close, mine the picture of trust and a little excitement, while hers had nerves sparking against flustered excitement.

“If I restored Jessica good as new, of course I’ll do the same for you. You’re the girl I care about most of all.”

If she’s looked like she was about to short circuit before, she really did now. My own heart raced, the colossal thrill of being so brave and open about how I felt pumping around my body like accomplishment and vindication all in one.

Grace pulled back and spun away, hands on her face.

“Okay, okay! Let’s just do this already. But, one more thing…”

She looked back, giving me a side eye glance, her body still turned away from me.

“It’s not just anyone I would do this for. Only you… it’s only okay because it’s you.”

She turned away again, the blazing pink at the tops of the back of her ears the only indication of how furiously she was blushing.

She’s so cuuuuttteeeee, what the hellllll…

The spines in my hand pulsed painfully, a fresh reminder that the skinwalker side needed sated very soon, or who knows what kind of consequences there might be. I stepped forward, my chest pressing against Grace’s back, before saying softly;

“Is there any particular spot you want me to use?”

“No… just… let’s get this over with. I’m so nervous.”

Thank you so, so much for letting me do this Grace. It means the world to me…

I flipped up her jumper, spines pulsing one last time, so hard they hurt, in their hunger to get inside her skin. I gave them their wish; sinking them inside her lower back.

“Ughwaaaa”

I could tell she was scrunching her eyes closed as she moaned a little from the pain, while I could feel my skinwalker side rejoice and my vision almost got clearer, heartbeat rushing, pure dopamine splashing around all my senses at once.

Massive rushes of skinwalker fluid burst from the spines, filling Grace quickly, another soft moan from her being tinged almost with ecstasy now. I let my free hand support her as she swayed a little, almost unable to stand from the chemical pleasure, as I pulled us down onto the chair, me sitting while she sat on my lap.

Her soft, plush ass felt so good against my legs, and I knew for sure now she could feel my boner drilling into it.

Soon, I’ll be the one with that ass, those curves, that sexy skin… all of Grace’s cute, innocent demeanor, mine to wear, wrapped up tight in a womanly body that was just made for sex…

I swallowed as my fantasies ran riot in my head, Grace cooing a little while she held up her hand, seeing it deflate like a glove. Ordinarily, a person would be terrified, but there was so much backed up skinwalker fluid working its way through Grace’s system that all she felt was ecstasy, even while she became nothing more than a costume.

The deflation spread down both arms, her torso and her tits following suit, then her legs. Those thighs lost all their perfect thickness as they went flat against my legs, even while I leaned back Grace’s head to see her face. She gave one last glance filled with love, and almost a look like she’d realized something, before her eyes closed in a sleepy bliss.

And then, it was over. Only in the ensuing silence did I become aware of just how fast my heart was beating, my head a mess of emotion as I held the skinsuit of my shy, sweet crush… with her consent. All at once, as deep chill descended onto me, almost seeming like it emanated from deep within my bones; like my clothes had been stripped from me all at once on the tundra, slipping into the arctic ocean.

I tore my clothes off hungrily, only giving a cursory glance to make sure we were still alone, peeling Grace out of her own clothes once I was fully naked too. It was amazing how little caution you could have, or maybe how daring it made you, when you were a skinwalker who hadn’t “dressed” in a while.

Before all this, I never, ever would have considered standing naked in one of these library clearings, the risk of being caught and fear of repercussions paralyzing me. Now, I barely gave it any mind.

Still though… I gulped a little as I looked over Grace’s naked body. Even deflated like this, freaky as it was, she was still so sexy. It felt a little like I was seeing her in a new light; When I’d worn her before, it was full of all the hot, deceptive fun of stealing the cute shy girl’s role, playacting such a sweet and girly character was its own turn on, especially from within such a voluptuous body.

Now though… my feelings for her had deepened so greatly, I couldn’t help but hold her skin in greater reverence. I had a deep crush on her now, and the much richer love of finding it reciprocated… that made this feel more special than anything.

My fingers found her soft lips and peeled them wider even as I let my own ass rest against the desk for support, pulling both legs up and slipping them down her throat. A tingle of tactile pleasure worked its way through me, as I felt all of the warm saliva in her throat mat at my leg hairs. Knowing this was the same saliva that had lined her mouth as she confessed rushing my feelings into the stratosphere.

I really need to hurry… ughhh, I can’t tell if I want to savor every moment of putting her on, or if I just want to hurry and become her right this second…

The outline of my legs fumbled a little, before finding their place inside hers; that pinch of the spaces between her toes lining up with mine, and the pressure before I could feel her much smaller and daintier feet as my own, cutting loose masses of dopamine as the first part of Grace became fully possessed by me.

I resisted the urge to moan, just barely, the sense not to totally **** the good fortune of remaining undetected so far barely restraining my own animalistic urges. Instead, I hurried to stand, nearly falling as Grace’s feet adapted to carrying a drastically different body, before I pulled her legs up mine.

It was always such a crazy sensation; some parts of her legs felt so tight as they squeezed mine, while for others I could almost feel my flesh expanding to fit hers; her juicy thighs in particular. Strangest of all, of course, was the height; Grace was so much shorter than me, so feeling the crush of those pins and needles work through me while I lose vertical inches was always going to be weird.

I pulled her hungry mouth higher up me, loving even the ultra pervy look of being devoured by her skinsuit, before I felt the most powerful sensation yet. I fell to my knees as my hardened dick was suddenly wrenched down, a powerful inversion reversing everything as Grace’s reproductive organs penetrated deep inside me.

I couldn’t suppress my moans while some drool left the side of my mouth, face on the floor while my ass stuck up to the ceiling, cool air rushing inside my newly realized, sopping wet pussy. I could tell my face was pulled in such a lewd, pervy, and embarrassed look as I thought about it; Grace’s most feminine parts deep inside me, as I was unmistakably her from the waist down now.

I shoved my hands into her mouth and pulled her lips to my neck, finding their place in her arms, anxious to fully take on her form. That same pressure, the feeling of the space in between her fingers, sticking tight to mine, that pins and needles… all of it came and went, and then I had her arms.

The things I noticed most of all though… new weights sprung up on my chest, deflated breasts returning to their former glory as the heat of my body revived them; Grace’s skin recognizing its new owner even while it returned fully to the appearance of its former one. My new, smaller fingers dug in greedily, guilty little moans escaping my lips at the indulgent pleasure of feeling such full, decadent tits.

It was getting way too hard to resist playing with them, especially with the wet, hot, slimy sensation emanating from Grace’s pussy between my legs. I knew from the last time I wore her that she was an innocent girl; she didn’t really even touch herself, so there was so much unexplored, repressed lust she hadn’t properly begun to explore.

Something about the moment that had lead up to all this too… knowing our feelings were mutual, the love and lust in equal measure I felt for her, the cathartic release of getting inside a skin again, especially that of such a gorgeous girl… knowing she wanted me inside, she’d let me in willingly, as I got to become the girl I loved.

Ughhhh… this is way, wayyy too hot…

Biting my own lip wasn’t enough, so I pulled Grace’s face over mine, the warm interior like dipping into a swimming pool at perfect temperature, with the pressure like an erotic, wet hug all over my body. Once the pressure had passed, and the white had left my vision, it was her eyes I opened.

If anybody had seen me now, they would only see Grace. The shy, sexy Asian girl, surrounded by male and female clothes while she stood naked in the library. Nipples at attention, while she was so turned on there was even a trail of her love juices starting to flow down her inner thigh.

Mhmm… it feels so good to be back…