Cars of every variety

The underground garage was filled with cars of every variety, and my eyes went wide as I looked over them all. It seemed Candida had everything in here, from the most ordinary Toyota, to the most lavish classic Rolls Royce, from an unassuming bicycle to a powerful looking Ducati, a hatchback Volkswagen beside a Lamborghini.

“You’ve got everything!”

I rushed out, looking over the assembled vehicles with awe.

“Of course! Vehicles for every identity.”

I could hear how proud Candida was, and it made me appreciate that I might well be the first person she could have shown all of this off too.

“This is amazing… can I drive some of these?”

I stood with my hands on the bonnet of the Rolls Royce, wonder suffusing me as I looked over its beautiful construction, while Candida approached me from behind.

“No, you can’t.”

I turned, surprised, to see the form of Mr. Laithwaite just behind me, fully in my personal space.

“After all, you don’t have your drivers license yet, Annie.”

He emphasized the name as he pulled me in for a kiss, surprise and pleasure mixing together before I fumbled and put my arms on him, leaning into it. Feeling his rough tongue in my mouth was turning me on to no end, and I felt that heat and yearning build in my slit, as my panties started getting a little wet.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, my heart rate speeding up as I recognized the sensation of being pierced by skinwalker needles. I moaned into his mouth as I kept kissing him, before I felt a rich sensation, a rush of energy and emotion, like taking a long drink of water when you’re parched on a hot day. Annie’s soul was flowing into me!

Snippets of her memories rose unbidden to my mind; the crushing pressure put on her by her parents to succeed academically, the alienation she felt from her peers being middle class in a school for the kids of billionaires. Getting in as the sole recipient of a scholarship she’d worked her ass off for, and then giving certain favors to the adjudicator of the private Thornton academy entrance exam to seal the deal. The fear of failure as her grades slipped, before beginning to explore the budding flower of her sexuality with her own teacher. Her intense, obsessive love for him, filled with all the folly and lopsided chemistry that is so powerful as a disaffected teenager.

When we broke the kiss, long strands of saliva hanging between our mouths as my panties grew wetter feeling his hard meat press up against me through his trousers, I was fully ensconced in her personality.

“Thank you for the opportunity to learn from you like this, sir.”

I flashed eyes that had the perfect mix of schoolgirl innocence and precocious seduction, knowing what “we’d” been doing together for months in classrooms.

“Now Annie, I’d love to continue your education but right now we’ll be late for school if we don’t hurry. Let me give you a drive to the neighborhood, but I’ll let you walk a few blocks to the gates. After all…”

He leaned in and began whispering the next part, as our collective body heat radiated together and my mind pictured our naked bodies intertwined.

“… we wouldn’t want anyone to see us getting too cozy together. Imagine what they might say?”

Secretly, the idea of being caught made my slit wetter than ever, as I imagined the scandal and the pleasure I would take in flaunting this. I knew also that this wasn’t Annie’s pleasure; She loved her illicit relationship, but was also rightfully very scared of being caught. No, this building tendency towards exhibitionism all came from the real me; the twisted desire to have sex in front of everyone wearing this teenage girl’s body, knowing I could tear her off in private and slide out of her life, every pleasure without consequence.

I need to get a hold of these impulses…

I thought, halfway between concern and amusement. Mr. Laithwaite opened the passenger side door of a modern, silver Mercedes as I got inside, before he joined me in the drivers seat and we pulled out and began driving. This lower, hidden garage had a ramp which lead up to the regular one, a sliding hatch that resembled a large hanger storeroom and some subtle optical illusions making it seem innocuous as we emerged. It wasn’t the most fool proof covering, but it certainly appeared banal enough that the regular apartment dweller of the complex wouldn’t think much of it.

The drive to the school was fresh and enjoyable, the day being radiant and sunny with the starting hints of autumn color beginning to leave their marks on the tree lined streets of the upmarket neighborhoods we went through. I admired the Mercedes interior as I put Annie’s hair up in a ponytail, before admiring my schoolgirl body more.

It felt so kinky wearing this outfit in public… I felt like such a pervert, and the deception of wearing Annie’s skin and knowing to every onlooker my body matched the clothes perfectly got me so turned on. It was going to be so difficult to get through the day like this without needing a masturbation break in the girl’s toilets.

Mr. Laithwaite gave my thigh a little squeeze before dropping me off with a couple blocks to walk, sending a little tingle of excitement through me.

I need to have sex with him again before the day is out… I’m craving him so badly in this body…

Soon I’d rounded the corner, and got my first real view of Thornton academy. Large gates separated the school from the rest of this expensive neighborhood, and walking through the gates I could feel both the eyes of it’s guards and some sophisticated camera’s moving over my features and finding no fault with them.

I allowed myself a smug smile, proud of my flawless disguise as I walked the long path, lush lawns and pitches for a variety of sports stretched out in every direction. I could see teams training early before school, muscular and attractive boys playing football to my left while gorgeous girls were playing volleyball to my right.

There’s so many beautiful people at this school… and all of them are incredibly rich and privileged too…

My mouth almost started watering as I fantasized about trying on the skins of these students. My own school days had been boring and uneventful, the fantasy of a fun highschool life, a cute highschool girlfriend and an interesting group of friends dissipating towards the harsh reality of what it had actually been; mediocre at best.

Although I’d never been totally unpopular, I’d remained in the bottom 40% of the school where popularity had been concerned, more often than not fading into the background as less than an afterthought by most of the student body. But here… here I could have a second chance. Where I’d been terrible at sports, here I could be captain of any team I wanted, boys or girls both. Where I’d been firmly middle of the pack academically, here I could be the smartest student of all. And where I’d been socially forgettable, here I could be the prom king… or the prom queen.

The malicious and petty idea of becoming the most popular girl in school struck a real chord with me; combining my budding lust for attention and being desired, with my own fetish for stealing a girl’s life and living in her pretty body.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed I’d already arrived at the school proper. Gazing up, the main building was a sprawling estate, that seemed to have been inspired by the ancient architecture of Oxford. The elegant stonework and old-fashioned windows made the place seem less like a school and more the manor of an old Lord, and even just being here made me feel like I was on some kind of movie set. Now that I was here though… I was more than excited to see how my first day here would go.