Switching skins

I decided against staying as Helen. I already took a few days of her life, and, while my time as her has been fun, she deserved to be herself to reunite with her family.

After grabbing my suitcases, I spotted the woman I was thinking of going to the bathroom and smirked. She was making it easy for me, she always did that after landing.

Her name was Anabela, she was a slightly tan woman, with a Portuguese father and an English mother, who was a flight attendant as well. She was a bit older than Ishani, with somewhat short auburn hair, and, apparently, very bad luck when it came to dating men.

I followed her and pushed her inside the biggest stall, the one for people with disabilities. I immediately stabbed her with the spines at the same time. She seemed terrified, but not for long as her soul flowed into me shortly after and she deflated, turning into an empty skin. I now had three souls inside me, but it didn't bother me all that much, my skinwalker side easily accommodated everything.

I grabbed our suitcases and dragged them inside as well before locking the door. I quickly stripped and pulled on my neck to remove Helen's face. I removed the rest, holding my breath as my vagina returned instead of Helen's. The sensation was very pleasurable, but I really couldn't make any noise.

I shook my head, seeing my black hair waving around, and smiled, enjoying the sight of my perfect body. I couldn't help but hug myself for a brief moment. It was so good to be me again, even if only for a short time.

You can enjoy your body later, Ed, it's not the time... Keep your narcissism in check...

I undressed Anabela and started to wear her. Again, I bit my lips as my genitals disappeared and Anabela's replaced them. It truly was an addicting feeling, I could see some skinwalkers changing skins often just to experience this as much as possible.

After wearing the rest, I pulled her face over mine and the usual process happened, her skin constricting around me. Her memories flowed into me at the same time, memories of growing up in Lisbon, moving to London when I was fifteen, wanting to be like my mother and become a flight attendant as well to travel all around the world...

I opened my eyes and let out a cute sigh, satisfied with my new temporary identity. I got dressed in my uniform, took out my own stuff from Helen's suitcase and stashed it into Anabela's, and focused on Helen's memories.

I found myself in the sky, above the clouds. There, a multitude of paths formed by said clouds were leading to different moments of Helen's life. I found her most recent memories, the ones from the moment when she got skinned by Dahlia to now, and started to tweak some things, hiding all mentions of skinwalkers, covering all my flirtatious moments with Ishani, and replacing everything with more mundane conversations. Once satisfied, I returned to the normal world, dressed Helen's skin in her clothes, and stabbed her with the spines to restore her.

Being you was really fun, Helen, I thank you for that. Now I hope another skinwalker won't get to you and you'll be able to enjoy your life with your family.

Before she could regain consciousness, I quickly left the bathrooms and walked out of the airport. Anabela lived in the district of Brixton, so I hailed a cab and went on my way to her apartment. It was already getting late due to the timezone differences, so I wouldn't do much this evening.

In the cab, I took out a hand mirror and examined my new face. Anabela really took from her father, she had that South-European charm to her. She wasn't as hot as me, of course, but was still an eye-catcher, making me wonder what was the cause of her bad luck with men. I quickly got the answer as I searched through her memories, though. She had a tendency to be attracted to ladies' men, the kind who didn't know what being faithful meant. She always fell for their tricks.

You're too naive, girl...

I arrived in front of my apartment for the night, paid the driver, and went inside. It was a small but cozy place, with one bedroom and a tiny balcony. I locked the door and took a look around, making sure that I was truly alone. Since Anabela was hungry, I ordered some Chinese food and ate once it arrived.

After that, I texted Dahlia to tell her where to find me tomorrow and decided to remove Anabela's skin. Switching to her earlier really made me realise how much I already missed being Yun, and since I was alone tonight, I wanted to be myself. I laid her skin on the sofa and walked to the bathroom, naked, just to observe my reflection.

I grinned and caressed my face and body, narcissistic pleasure rushing through me.

No offense, Anabela, you're pretty hot, but you can't compare to me~

I was getting aroused, so I went to the bedroom and laid on the bed, ready to satiate my lust. I closed my eyes and pictured Dahlia while rubbing my vagina gently. I was thinking of all the intimate things we'd be doing together once we reunite. I was looking forward to us 'fucking like rabbits', as she put it before our departure. I became a lot more sexually active and perverse since we became a couple, but I didn't mind it. This last month as Yun with her has without a doubt been the most enjoyable month of my life.

I kept going, increasing the rhythm, masturbating until I finally climaxed and let out a squeal of delight. This pent-up lust from these last few days finally released, it didn't take long for me to peacefully fall asleep afterwards.

I woke up the next morning at around 9 AM, feeling so relaxed. I softly caressed my stomach and let out a soft moan, remembering last night's events. As I got up, I noticed that the sheets were stained from my little session of last night. I quickly put them in the washing machine and started it to hide any evidence of what I did.

I went to the living room and grabbed Anabela's skin, ready to put her on again. She was my cover until Dahlia was done with whatever she was doing regarding my passport, after all, and I didn't want to spend the whole day locked up in her apartment. I wanted to explore the neighbourhood, at least.

A few minutes later, and after another very pleasurable moment when her vagina replaced mine, I was fully Anabela again. I went to her room and got dressed for the day, wearing some yoga pants, a t-shirt, and a sweater, something very casual and comfy since I didn't have any big plans. I would just buy some groceries in her stead and take a walk around.

I noticed that Dahlia sent me a text, telling me that everything should be done this evening, and that she would meet me here. It made things easier.

I grabbed a backpack to carry the groceries and left the apartment, going on my way to the nearby market. The Brixton market apparently had a wide variety of food and goods from different communities, mainly Caribbean and African, so I went there first, curious.

It was a very lively spot, with a crowd of people wandering from stall to stall. I bought some vegetables and fruits, since Anabela had a few days of break and would be able to eat everything before her next shift. She quite liked Caribbean cooking, apparently, and was on pretty good terms with some of the vendors, them smiling and greeting me as they saw me. I even got gifted a few more fruits and vegetables than I paid for, since Anabela was a regular customer.

After buying everything I needed, I kept walking, observing my surroundings. Brixton was a fairly poor district of London, one where a lot of lower-class people lived, but it still had its charms, the architecture being so different from what I was used to in the US.

At around noon, I went back to Anabela's apartment and cooked lunch, using her knowledge to prepare a Caribbean dish she loved: Jamaican Jerk Chicken. Spicy food wasn't really my thing as Yun, but Anabela loved it, so it was very delicious.

After that, I spent the rest of the afternoon texting and calling Anabela's friends and family, planning things and checking on them for her. She was a very bubbly girl, she loved to party and socialise. I made a mental note to remember a fun nightclub she often frequented, it was a place Dahlia and I could potentially go to once we're back to our normal selves.

I spent a bit more time catching up to a Netflix series Anabela was watching when a text from Dahlia interrupted me. She was in front of the building. A quick glance from the window confirmed that she was her normal cute redhead self.

I undressed, removed Anabela's skin one last time, and went to change into the casual clothes I grabbed: a pair of cargo pants, high sneakers, a t-shirt, and a zip jacket. I was glad I remembered to take this last one because it was still fairly cold here despite us being in spring.

I stuffed the rest of my clothes in the backpack I carried and made sure that I didn't forget anything. I closed my eyes and went into Anabela's memory editor, a sunny beach reminiscent of the time she lived in Portugal. I barely had to change any of her memories, so it didn't take long for me to conceal my stay in her skin.

Once done, I placed her skin on the couch, dressed her, and restored her before quickly leaving the apartment.

Have fun with your friends, Anabela. Thank you for this day as you.

As I went down the stairs to join Dahlia, I felt so relieved to not have to hide underneath a skin anymore. Well, apart from the one I chose to make my own, of course.

I gave Dahlia a warm smile as I stepped out of the building. "Good evening~"

"Good evening, Yun~" She replied, quickly pulling me into a hug and tiptoeing to kiss me.

I enthusiastically returned the kiss. It was so much better now that we were back to our normal selves. No more awkwardness or boundaries to respect, just pure love.

"Here, your passport. Welcome to England, Yun~" She said, handing me my documents.

"Thank you~" I simply replied, kissing her again.

"Now, let's find a hotel for the duration of our stay. There's a nice one not too far from Camden, since I know you want to visit it as soon as possible."

I smiled. "Lead the way, then. You're the expert."