Make fantasy reality

I stood off the bed quickly, my heart beating fast as I rolled the possibilities around in my mind. Excitement coursed through me as I thought about my powers and what I could do with them… I didn’t want to be out of a skin! I wanted to steal pleasure and identities, have orgasms as I impersonated strangers and acquaintances alike, have sex in every position, as a guy and especially as a girl.

I knew this mania might pass, and I should get how I felt under control, but right now I didn’t want to. And best of all, I’d already planned for this. A wicked grin spread on my face as I walked out of my room and hurried over to Grace’s, glancing around the corridor to see if I would be spotted but not caring even if I would be. I pushed her door open.

The room was just as I’d left it, a little messy but still with all of Grace’s wholesome charm about it. Peeling back the covers though, was a sight that was anything but wholesome. Grace’s gorgeous body, deflated and flat but undeniably her, lay on the soft mattress with a pair of Jessica’s panties over her face.

My erection was straining my jeans as I tore off my clothes, excitement to slither into the body of the shy Asian beauty overwhelming me. How would I get inside? I thought about going through the pussy, but stopped myself. What if Grace was a virgin? I didn’t know if I could burst a hymen crawling through her pussy while she was a skinsuit, but I didn’t want to risk it. If she was a virgin, I wanted to keep that intact so I could lose her virginity myself and feel it break as I had sex as her.

The thought was deliriously sexy and utterly immoral, which seemed to only make it better. Maybe this skinwalker thing was corrupting me faster than I thought…

I decided to go in through the mouth, as even though I’d already tried that with Jessica, it had felt so good, and the thought of my body being swallowed up by Grace’s lips got me so horny. I grabbed those same lips and pulled them apart, getting a twisted thrill from seeing how her face distorted as it was pulled beyond its natural appearance before I thrust my legs inside.

Her insides were still warm and wet even though she’d been a skin for hours, a reminder that she was very much alive. My dick was rock hard as an involuntary shudder ran through my body at how perverted and primal sliding my whole body into such a dark, hot, slimy vessel felt. Soon my feet were at the end of her legs, sliding into hers and feeling the pinch in-between my toes as they slotted into her smaller ones. I felt that familiar pressure compressing on me before the nerves connected, the feeling of carpet through my new girly feet providing another sensory pleasure.

I smirked as I flexed my toes, before greedily pulling her further up me, rushing to assume her form and feel her body as my own. Her hips went over mine, the outline of my dick dragging around her stomach before getting wrenched down as that pressure started, my eyes going wide and a moan escaping my lips as Grace’s vagina thrust deep in me, her womb replacing my insides.

I fell back on the bed at that, new pussy immediately growing hot and wet at how turned on I felt. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to that feeling… not that it was unpleasant. In a twisted way, feeling that sensation of vagina forming as I took over the reproductive organs of the girls I wore might be my favorite part.

I pulled Grace’s body totally over mine, and then rushed to pull her face over mine too, wanting to feel all the constriction at once. I got my wish, and that pressure started over my entire upper body, squishing me down into Grace’s shape and I tried to stifle a squeal, my voice’s pitch skyrocketing higher as my Adams apple disappeared and I gained Grace’s unique vocal chords.

After a short time the white in my vision cleared, and the first thing I noticed as I sat up was the weight of Grace’s breasts on my chest.

“Oh wow… Grace, you’re really gifted…”

I loved how gentle and innocent her voice sounded leaving my mouth as I let her small fingers push into the big, soft breasts on my chest. Grace was technically only a cup size bigger than Jessica, but her breasts felt much larger and more indulgent. I moaned a little at how pleasant it felt squeezing them, little electric bursts of pleasure sparking in my head at even these little touches.

Walking over to the mirror, I felt how my new hips moved and the slight jiggle in my breasts and butt and couldn’t help but find it erotic. Even after being Jessica, there was a totally different thrill to being wrapped up in Grace’s skin.

The girl in the mirror was naturally gorgeous, dark hair and dark eyes seeming to shine a little in the light, as her perfect skin perfectly complemented the look. I smiled, appreciating her straight teeth, memories telling me how she’d had braces off just before coming to college and how she was hoping to shed some of the “shy, nerdy girl” reputation she’d had in high school.

With me in her skin, I could think of a few ways that reputation could be lost… I fought off the urge to masturbate in her body, knowing that soon I’d be pushing this form to the limit anyway. I opened her wardrobe, wanting to get in her clothes and fully cover myself in the character of Grace.

Her underwear was disappointingly plain, which lead me to another idea… even while I wanted to look every inch the part of Grace on the outside, the thrill of doing things she never would appealed deeply to me. I picked up Jessica’s panties and brought them to my nose, taking in a big whiff. They were covered in her scent and leftover juices from last night, and I couldn’t help but slide them up Grace’s legs and feel them ride up her ass crack as I wore them.

“Oh my God Grace, you’re being so naughty today…”

I giggled, looking at the way Jessica’s risqué panties sat on Grace’s bubble butt.

“Wearing my bully’s panties…”

This was wrong on so many levels; I couldn’t help but start to get wet thinking about everything I was doing. Keeping on with the provocative hints I was going to embellish Grace’s outfit with, I went bra-less, knowing that with breasts like these, it would be obvious to anyone who looked. I reached into Grace’s wardrobe and took out a button up blouse and a tan cardigan, before stepping into a plaid skirt and some ankle socks.

Grace’s memories told me she thought her clothes made her look well put together, presentable and a little chic, but my male brain couldn’t help but code her everyday style through the lens of “subtle sexy schoolgirl wear”. I put my nose to her cardigan and breathed in her scent deeply, my heart fluttering from how powerful it was up close, and my pussy growing hot and wet knowing it was coming from me now.

My heart almost skipped a beat at how cute the girl in the mirror looked.

“Oh wow…”

I twirled a little and let the skirt fly up, feeling the swish as I came back down along my smooth, thicker thighs. I could feel little hits of dopamine release in my brain, everything from the way my breasts moved to the way my new, long hair fell filling me with a feeling like love.

Every inch of me was Grace now, totally and completely. Feeling satisfied and ready, I picked up her bag with her books from university and headed out of her room, ready to lay the trap which would fully realize my plan…