Wear each other's clothes

“Ughh, Grace. Seriously.”

My voice was halfway between disappointed and disgusted as I held up one of the bland beige bras Grace wore everyday.

“What? They’re practical.”

She said that last line so quietly, which just invited me to snort with derision.

“Listen… we’ve got to do something about this.”

“But there's nothing wrong with it…”

“Hmm, no, there kinda is. Even you don’t sound sure about that. Grace, look at me.”

I met her eyes, my dark ones to her sea green, again noticing for just a moment the peculiar inversion that came from looking up at her and dominating her even while I was inside her shy girl skin.

“You’re a grown woman now. You’re allowed to be sexy, to have fun. These bras? They’re the **** of fun. So bland, so blegh. You’ll see what I’m talking about when we get to my room.”

She still looked nervous, but I turned to put her bra on, grateful for Jessica’s years of experience as I slid it on like any other young woman.

These powers are always so very handy… and I think I’m doing a really good job of playing Jessica’s role. Grace doesn’t suspect a thing! And, well, I’d be lying if I said it wasn't so fun being a bitchy mean girl~

I opened Grace’s dresser, being met with an array of skirts, socks, blouses and button up shirts.

“Mhmm, you know… this I can work with.”

“Really?”

Grace sounded so surprised, as she watched me get dressed in her ordinary clothes. Clad just as she normally would be, I slid thigh high socks up her legs before slipping my dainty feet into her loafers, as I continued.

“Mhmm yeah. I could wear this normally.”

Her eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Ehmm, why…?”

I tried to stifle my laughter, before it just came tumbling out all in a rush. Even with a slightly teasing inflection, it still came out so cute in Grace’s voice.

“You mean, you weren’t doing it intentionally? You really didn’t realize?”

“Didn’t realize what? C’mon Jessica, tell me!!”

Seeing her get all flustered like this was so fun. I laughed a little harder before I spoke between mirth filled breaths.

“Like, it’s honestly way too funny that you never realized. Okayy, so, sorry to be the bearer of bad news Grace, but like, you totally dress like a cosplay loving slut.”

“W-what?! No I don’t! What do you mean??”

“Like, c’monnn Grace. This is totally schoolgirl-core. Like, the checkered skirt? The loafers, the blouses and cardigans?”

“It makes me look well put together!”

“It looks like a uniform! If you had blazer with some school crest on it this would totally be cosplay. I’m calling it cosplay because people would really struggle to believe you were actually still in school when your boobs are this big.”

“N-no… it’s not all like that!”

“Grace. You literally wear thigh high socks, frequently. Who apart from cosplayers and anime loving sluts does that?”

“They’re warmer! And winter is coming! They cover more of the leg anyway, how is that even lewd!”

“Probably because the part that’s left uncovered draws all the focus, so everyone winds up staring at your thick thighs and of course, your short little skirts.”

“They’re just easy to move around in…”

She was blushing too hard now, acting a little like Eve in the garden when she realized she’d been naked all this time.

“Whatever, whatever! Your style of dress is actually one of the only things I liked about you anyway. No matter what, I think it’s sexy.”

“T-thank you… I think…”

It’s so cute seeing her all embarrassed like this… a shy blushing red-head with an athletic body sure has appeal omg…

“Now… let’s go to my room.”

My grin was wolfish as I pulled Grace along behind me taking her back to mine with a hungry energy. I threw open “my” wardrobe and dressers, exposing the panties, bras, dresses and tight leggings I’d had the pleasure of wearing everyday I stayed buried underneath Jessica’s supple flesh.

“These dresses are all so… so… tight and slutty…”

Grace was covering her eyes and her furious blush as she took in the clothes that came with her new skin, while I just puffed up with an interesting pride at seeing her so embarrassed at the clothes I’d taken such thrills wearing.

“Mmmm, well, you know Grace… I spent a lot of time grinding out exercises to get that body you’re in now, of course I love showing it off~ But don’t worry! We’ll be saving the dresses for later. Why don’t we start with underwear?”

I presented a barely-there black lace bra, covered in frills. It was amazing how such little fabric could be so expensive, but there was a truly unique pleasure that came from coercing a man you were fucking into buying it for you. The lingerie set I extended to Grace now had been bought that way, and it had actually been me inside Jessica who’d gotten it. Seeing the love, or more likely lust, struck man I’d met the night before gladly fork over big bucks just to buy me these scandalous undergarments had been such a feeling of power.

Feeling like a Goddess he was presenting an offering to, twisted pride and teasing lust alike had mingled in my heart as I’d slid it on for him that night, basking in self-satisfaction as I enjoyed a lifestyle reserved for hot, slutty bitches; that now I, who was born a guy, got to enjoy.

“B-but I can’t wear this! It’s too lewd, too exposed, too, too-”

“Ahh, ahhh! Actually, you’ve worn this already, haven’t you, Jessica~? What’s one more time?”

“Uuuu…”

Grace seemed to whine a little, her huge blush clearly conveying how embarrassed she was, yet I could tell she was a little turned on, a little captivated at the idea of learning how it would feel. She slipped the ultra-thin panties on, immediately feeling them ride up her ass, before she clasped “my” perky titties in the bra.

She spun around in the mirror, almost seeming to forget I was there for a moment, a look of wonder passing across her face as she shamelessly checked herself out.

“What?? What’s that look for?”

She moaned it out as the embarrassment engulfed her again, finally noticing my smug smirking.

“Mmmm, nothing. Just appreciating how much you seem to enjoy being me.”

“I-I… well! Ehmm, uhhh, eee-”

“Here.”

I handed her some leggings and a crop top, which she accepted and slid herself into. I watched with clearly invested captivation as she slid the leggings up her legs, watching the black fabric mold itself to her shape, leaving nothing to the imagination. If you looked close enough, you could even see the subtle outline of her camel toe, and underneath Grace’s demure little skirt I felt my pussy get slicker with arousal at the sight.

“It feels so weird having my belly exposed like this….”

“I’m so toned down there, really Grace, of course I’m going to show it off! Like, have a little pride in your stolen appearance, okay?”

She kept checking herself out, before slipping on my Nikes and becoming fully “Jessica”, exactly as “I” dressed casually day to day.

“So… how does it feel?”

“Well… I feel so light, and I have so much energy. It feels really good, I guess…”

“That makes me happy, Grace.”

I walked up beside her, so we could both see ourselves in the mirror. I was lucky she seemed so distracted by her new skin she wasn’t noticing the occasional out of character moments, the little times I was noticeably **** than the original Jessica would have been.

“So, uhh. Now what?”

I turned to her, with a devious smile.