Call Candida

I opened the door to find the head of security standing there, a muscular, heavyset bulldog of a man with a face laced with scars. Seeing him in person, it was all too obvious why Maria would have been frightened at threats involving the family calling security; He had an all too obvious air of thuggery about him, that no doubt had been a powerful incentive for Stefan to hire him.

“Evening, Mrs. Devereaux.”

“Good evening. You haven’t happened to see any strange Nuns poking their noses around here, have you?”

“Well Mrs, I would say I’ve got one right here.”

I rolled my eyes as I opened the door, letting him inside.

“I’m really not sure about using that as some sort of identifier call out.”

“Why not? I like it. It references our special bond, but isn’t too on the nose. After all, you’re really one of the only people to ever know anything about my past. Doesn’t that show how much I trust you?”

With the door closed, the entire demeanor of the slab of a man in front of me had changed, a coy, playful energy infusing him that was totally at odds with his appearance.

“So… the chief of security? You really didn’t need me at all to get in here, did you?”

“No, truthfully I didn’t. But wasn’t it so much more fun this way? And from the face you’re wearing, I’d say your mission was more than successful, wasn’t it? How does it feel to be the woman of the house, Alex?”

I lead Candida up the stairs, the sound of my heels on the marble steps serving as a little soundtrack as I pondered her question. This body felt a little like it was a plane landing, the comedown from the cocaine and the **** affecting me, but the huge endorphin rush from sex with two different guys tonight was providing a very pleasant afterglow.

Just another part of being a woman I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. That lingering happiness that seems to leak from every part of me, that touch of energy after sex. Never mind that I wasn’t actually Eva for either of those times, it’s still such a pleasure that I get the benefit from her afterglow as I wear her.

“It feels… really good, honestly. Her body is so fit, and she’s been having so much sex tonight, so I’m totally basking in her afterglow. Even wearing the dress and heels she partied in tonight feels good, like I’m taking ownership of her life just like I’m taking ownership of her body.”

“I’m sure her looks don’t hurt, either?”

“That’s an understatement… before I called you, I may have spent at least thirty minutes just checking myself out once I got inside her.”

“You really are one of the most beautiful women in the country right now, of course you’re going to feel good. A man like Stefan wants only the best…”

Candida leaned in close behind me, as she continued.

“… and of course, I want only the best for you too, Alex. Have you remembered our deal?”

I rolled my eyes again as I lead her into the master bedroom, gesturing at Stefan’s vacant skin on the bed. It was so strange seeing the bulky form of the security chief move with a precise, quiet and slightly feminine grace as he approached the naked shell of his master, but I supposed the incongruity was entertaining for Candida, and with just me here she didn’t need to pretend.

“Oh… this is so perfect. Looks like you had a little fun first, didn’t you?”

Candida laughed, what likely would have been a delighted giggle in a cuter form coming out as a rough chuckle through her current, masculine vocal chords. She gestured at Stefan’s flaccid, deflated cock, still a little wet with pussy juice and cum.

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. I think you’re going to be proud of me~”

Eva’s voice lent my own teasing insinuations a sexy quality that was so fun to speak with, as I took a seat and crossed my legs. Candida extended the meaty hands she was currently wearing, and I stabbed them with the spines that emerged from Eva’s slender fingers. A rush followed, a moment of connection between Candida and I, as I passed over to her the unpleasant soul of Stefan.

“Oh… oh! This is too rich!”

Candida’s raucous laugh filled the room, as her eyes grew wild with pride and appreciation,

“Alex, Alex, Alex! The way you turned him, wearing his maid and revealing his daughter’s face, and then fucking him as her! Oh, I was so, so very right to choose you! Tell me, tell me everything.”

It was as though a fire had been lit under Candida, a true rush of passion consuming her. It only seemed to grow, as I recounted the story of everything I’d done to get here, from taking advantage of Maria’s kindness then stealing her skin, to my utter subjugation of Victoria. She’d seen and loved the memories from Stefan’s point of view, so she only needed to hear my final victory lap of fun with Eva to complete the story.

Candida gushed with a certain kind of malicious glee, praising my creativity, my embrace of my powers, and most of all my flair for the dramatic and my degenerate lust. My heart felt a strangely twisted sense of elation as I basked in her praise, feeling almost the way a child does when their parent admires them, or a person does knowing their partner is obsessed with them. I continued to feel the high of everything she’d said, as she began to strip out of her security uniform, though I had to turn away as she followed it by stripping out of the skin of the guard.

I’d forgotten how horrifying Candida’s natural form was. The awful, spiny skeleton, it’s sickly bone yellow color and the weird, slimy translucent muscle layer on top, decorated by what appeared to be red nerves floating and moving underneath like seaweed in an ocean current. She looked every inch the kind of alien life-form one would find in the deepest pits of the ocean, places much more frightening than space or any imagined hell to humans, and populated by creatures that seemed to embody the fear of the unknown.

Although my disgust kept my eyes mainly away, I could see enough of how she slithered into Stefan’s mouth to understand more both the gelatinous, semi-amorphous nature of a full skinwalker, and just how far removed from human a fully evolved one truly was.

“Ahhh. That’s much better. You don’t know yet just how overwhelmingly unpleasant it is for us to get out of a skin into our true form yet. I’m sure you’ve felt the discomfort, that awful cold that seems to sink into your bones and never lets up until it’s sated. I can tell you now it’s many times magnified once you’re fully evolved, and free of your birth skin. Oh well, a small price to pay for the gift of becoming a skinwalker.”

Stefan smiled at me, a certain placidity the original lacked, though still with the mischievous hints behind the eyes I could so often recognize in Candida.

“So why don’t you stay in one skin all the time, and just multi-skin to avoid ever feeling that cold?”

“Ahaha, really Alex, you do think just like a skinwalker.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, though I’m sure from Candida it was meant as a high compliment.

“Sometimes it can be a powerful reminder to emerge as your true form you know. Occasionally there are skinwalkers who get too into the illusion, and almost start to believe they’re human. It’s not necessarily a bad thing; it’s their prerogative, and the ability to do that is one of the gifts of these powers. Still though, I like the reminder than I’ve transcended humanity. Once you come to truly accept that you are a skinwalker, it will open power and understanding like you can’t even comprehend. We are much, much more than humans will ever know.”

Stefan’s cultivated voice added an almost regal, reverent quality to Candida’s words, before she continued.

“There is another reason why I revealed my true form before taking Stefan’s though. He is to become my new main skin. You see, with his resources, his influence, well… there is so very much I can accomplish.”

He looked at me, a smile surprisingly tender taking his face.

“Thornton academy of course has the children of several billionaires that would have been suitable for my purposes, but there is another reason I chose Stefan. I chose him for you, Alex.”

I looked up, startled.

For me? What… what does she mean…?

“You’re important to me. Very important. I meant what I said, that I’d been watching you for a long time.”

Stefan, Candida, stood, and strode over, taking my hands as I stood. Even in my heels, I was looking up at him.

“I chose Stefan because he came with Eva and Victoria. I wanted them to be my presents to you, a token of my love and appreciation. I was so happy when you said you’d join me, said you’d accept my gift, let me teach you the ways of the skinwalker. In a way, you’re like a child to me, the Skinwalker I’ve created and brought into the world. You’re also my love. What better gift than the ability to be either?

Finding out about your secret fetish too… so many Skinwalkers get addicted to the pleasure of the gender opposite from the one they’re born as, the overwhelming, forbidden pull of something suddenly being so open for them being truly powerful. But you already had that desire deep down, didn’t you? You didn’t even need to be transformed to long to be someone else. All the more reason why you were so perfect, so attractive to me. Now your fetish doesn’t need to be some shameful thing you indulge in secretly, some huge hidden part of yourself you keep away from a world that could never understand.

Now it can be your everyday reality. You’re my daughter, and my wife, depending on the day, the mood, whatever. I give both of them freely to you, and leave the decision of what to do with them to you too. The same for Lisa, and Annie, and the maid. They belong to you now. I know our future together is going to be bright…”

I was lying on Victoria’s bed, just trying to process everything that had happened, everything that had been said. Candida’s words had been so compelling, so confident. I had to be glad she was on my side; I felt the strangest mix of thrilling fear at the mysterious depths of her power, and a strangely co-dependent feeling that I was bonded to her. I didn’t know if it was a consequence of my skinwalker side being her creation, or if somehow I’d become so much closer with her just from everything I’d done.

It seemed like a lifetime ago I’d walked into her penthouse apartment, back when I was wearing Lisa and just thought I was getting to live out the forbidden fantasy of being a hot girl going home with a hot guy. Did I feel so much further on in life, because so much had happened to me, or was it a side effect of having the souls of five women inside me now, all under the thumb of my skinwalker aspect, all just costumes to wear like I could wear their skins?

I sat up on the bed, and looked out at them now. Sitting in a semi-circle around the bed, empty and vacant and each with a different appeal and call that seemed to beckon to me, were my conquests, and my rewards.

Lisa. Annie. Maria. Victoria, and Eva.