Damned if I do, damned if I don't

I breathed deeply as I surveyed the room, pupils dilated from the twisted love rushing around my head, and the triumphant feeling of power filling my heart. Such hedonism had more than impressed the skinwalker part of me, and the victorious sensation from Grace’s soul over dominating her bully thrilled me in the most malicious way.

I looked over that body now, pushing my dick up into the folds of Grace’s vagina as a suction similar to the feeling of putting on a woman’s skin started, the pressure causing some juice to ooze out of my pussy, as Grace’s natural internals formed fully again, no indication of my hidden masculinity deep within her womb.

I reached up and slid her face on mine too, enjoying the tightening as I became 100% Grace again. Opening my eyes and seeing her in the mirror warmed my heart, and feeling her pure, wholesome soul in me, mine to use whoever I pleased, like having sunshine inside at all times.

“Oh Grace… you’re really, really special, you know that?”

I said it out loud just to hear her voice leave my lips, as my heart seemed to melt just having heard it. Feeling the swish of her long, straight, natural black hair against my shoulders, and her beautiful breasts on my chest… how could I give this up?

Well… it’s not like I needed to give it up, actually.

An evil grin took to the innocent features I’d taken from Grace, a forbidden idea taking root deep in my heart. It was so fun being Grace... there was such a thrill in it. Being the good girl, the shy girl. Pretty but socially anxious, roleplaying innocence with a girl’s body that made it so believable. No-one would know who had really slithered inside her skin, and the things I would be using it for behind the scenes.

“I’ve decided… I think there will be a new Grace Miura from now on. A Grace who will actually use this bombshell body she was given, the way it’s supposed to be used.”

I said it out-loud like a proclamation of intent, spoken words to claim ownership over my new skin for anything that may be listening.

“Now, what to do with you…”

I looked at the defiled body of Jessica, my cum and her juices leaking out of her slit, residue all over her chest and chin. It wouldn’t do to really have someone bullying the new me, but then again, a little roleplaying might be fun when we’re both in front of other people. But in reality…

I reached into my mouth and ran my fingers along the side of it, making my fingers slick with spit, holding it up in the light. It seemed to still have that touch of sparkle to it, the same sparkles that appeared ever since I’d gained the ability to control minds. As I looked into the sparkles amongst the slime, it seemed as though I could see a million possibilities in them, especially now that I’d found the will to explore them.

Skinwalker abilities seemed to be related to instinct, or something like emotion. As I thought about the heightened situation in which I’d gained the mind control ability, I figured logically enough that these powers must be like any muscle or skill; the more I used them, the more capable they would become.

Walking over to Jessica, I looked closely at her sleeping face, an almost peaceful expression of bliss on her features. She really was cute, when she wasn’t being a total bitch. A girl like this, I absolutely wanted as my ****. Her mental state must be wrecked after my reveal during climax… would her psyche be more malleable now that she was on the precipice?

I bit my lip as arousal turned the heat in my pussy even higher, the idea of what I would do with her inspiring me. But first, I thought I should make some kind of show for her for when she woke up. After all, it was only fitting I would dress up a little, it’s not everyday “my” bully would find new purpose as my mindbroken ****.

I opened Jessica’s wardrobe wide, admiring her collection of very sexy outfits. Mentally I made a note to go shopping soon and start building my own wardrobe up. Now that I’d decided on moving into Grace’s skin, the least I could do was add the option of adorning it for my tastes.

I decided to go with a red bodycon dress, bringing it out of the wardrobe and bringing the zipper down before sliding into it. Its material was soft and giving, and gratitude filled me as I wore it. Some dresses like this were so perfect; an amazing combination of comfort and sexiness, soft material against supple skin feeling like its own sensory indulgence. If I’d remained a guy for my whole life, I never would have known this pleasure, but thanks to the Skinwalker gift it seemed I’d added a whole new world of blessings to my life.

It wasn’t entirely perfect though; bringing the zipper up, I ran into two big issues with this dress. Jessica liked nearly all of her clothes to be tight, but wearing them in Grace’s more voluptuous form was causing the fabric to strain against her ample breasts. I smirked, a petty feeling of superiority settling on me as I enjoyed this reminder of my bigger breasts versus Jessica’s.

Slipping into a pair of her heels, it seemed both Jessica and Grace were a similar enough foot size to swap shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, I glanced over my body, almost threatening to burst out of Jessica’s dress. What better way to show everything she had belonged to me, than confronting her in her own outfit?

I settled in her chair as I waited for her to awake, anticipation building within to see what mental state she may be in after what I’d done, and at the prospect of officially making her my ****…

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes. Initially she looked confused, before her memories all flooded back at once. She sat up quickly, glancing in every direction while her breathing increased. Seeing me lounging there in one of her dresses seemed to make her heart jump up into her chest.

“Grace?? No, Alex?? Which one are you?”

She seemed so panicked she didn’t even notice the drool slipping out the side of her mouth. Between the erratic eye movements and the lack of any kind of attention to personal hygiene, it seemed she really was on the edge of a serious breakdown.

“Ohh, Jessica. Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that any longer.”

I slunk over closer to her as I spoke, her body language seeming to shrink back away from me as I approached. When I was practically standing in the space between her legs, I spoke again.

“You can just call me ‘Master’”

I smiled as I lifted her chin up, bending down so our faces were close. Her eyes were moving erratically left to right, unable to look right at me.

“How does that sound?”

I kissed her suddenly, invading her tongue with mine as she moaned. I made sure to rub my saliva all over the interior of her mouth, my other hand roving over her body and feeling it relax as my control took effect once more.

I broke the kiss to see her expression of ecstasy, all of the lunacy that threatened her before seemingly hidden behind that complacency of her lost will.

“Answer your Master.”

I commanded, kissing her deeply again before she could, before breaking it to hear her response;

“Uhh… what… Master?”

She seemed so confused… it was cute when she was helpless like this. I pulled her close, letting her head rest on my breasts in a motherly fashion.

“Yes Jessica, I’m your Master now. Or Mistress, if you prefer. I suppose I’m both at once after all. I know how angry and frustrated and aggressive you can be. Wouldn’t it be better just to relax? Have you ever really been happy, all this time while your arrogant pride made you see others as disposable, and prevented you from ever having more than a surface level relationship with them? I’ll take care of you. Wouldn’t it be good to have me as your girlfriend, your lover, your Queen?”

Speaking like this was turning me on so much, I could feel my pussy getting hot as I whispered in her ears. And saying I could be her girlfriend, her Queen… using these expressly feminine terms to address myself was turning me on too.

I looked at her one more time, eyes meeting, her pupils big as my control wormed its way deeper and deeper.

“Open your mouth.”

I commanded, Jessica complying immediately, only for me to spit a huge globule of saliva into it, before diving in with my tongue. Our bodies were pressed together, fallen onto the bed at some point as we’d kissed, her naked breasts and mine burst from the top of the dress rubbing on each other, nipples releasing sparks of pleasure.

It felt so good, my tits, the heat in my pussy, the ecstasy of our tongues dancing in each other’s mouth’s… the dopamine burst out in my head as my vision went white, my saliva dripping down out of our mouths almost seeming to flash for a moment, leaving sparkles that were brighter still floating within.

I knew what I’d done as I broke the kiss after minutes of pleasure. The look of deep obedience and dreamlike bliss settled onto Jessica’s features simply proved it; my mind control powers had evolved right then and there, and she had succumbed totally to being my ****.

I whispered in her ears again;

“Tell me, what am I to you?”

In a way that belied how happy she was, full of languid pleasure, she responded;

“My Master, my mistress, my owner and my Queen.”

I hugged her deeply, feeling the heat of our bodies radiate off each other, dreaming of the endless possibilities that lay ahead of us.