Rachel's room

Rachel’s room sat at the end of the hallway on the top floor, just down the corridor from Jimmy’s. Her door had a large sign shaped like a bat with her name on it as I hurried inside, eager to hide my male clothes and the last piece of exterior evidence that underneath this skin I was really Alex.

“Woah…”

Her room seemed to be filled from floor to ceiling with all sorts of unusual trinkets, that I took my time examining as I laid her crossbow down on her desk. Crystal skulls sat beside scattered tarot cards, band posters mixed together with scraps of esoteric parchment on the walls, and her large wardrobe sat open, filled with goth girl fashion. I took a peek inside and felt an erotic thrill work through my heart as I took it all in; leather and pvc skirts, different tights and long socks. Corsets, dresses, red and black striped jumpers, black patent leather boots, some with a spiked combat boot style, while others came out in a long heel, and had a vampiress dominatrix vibe.

Next to the wardrobe was a make-up table, with eyeshadow palettes with edgy names like “city decay”, and “bloody crimson” sitting beside a spectrum of different colored lipsticks. I dug into Rachel’s soul and pulled it over mine, letting the knowledge of how to use each product give me pleasure as I imagined applying them.

It was strange; being Rachel seemed to stroke two very different pleasures at once. On the one hand, she was edgy and out there, supernatural and over the top, and it was thrilling to feel so openly against societies norms. There was such a strong vibe of freedom from it all…

On the other hand, even if it wasn’t quite the mainstream, she was undeniably feminine. The mastery of make-up and the sexy, alt-girl clothing all sent shivers of pleasure down my spine when I thought about wearing it, knowing the underneath it all I was really a guy, and this was so taboo. But then… I looked in the mirror, reaching back and loosening the corset and bra and letting them drop, exposing my breasts to the air.

A guy wouldn’t ever be able to look like this, though.

I dug my fingers into the willing flesh, moaning a little at the chilly fingertips that soon warmed up. Rachel’s areola were a little smaller than Lisa’s had been, and a different color; a soft pink instead of the more tan brown color Lisa’s had been. I worked my fingers over them, enjoying their sensitivity while letting my lips curve into a smile, unable to resist taking pleasure in the knowledge that in just a few days I’d worn two completely different sets of breasts, and two completely different girls.

Closing Rachel’s mirror with one hand, I admired her body in the full-length mirror on the front of it, before hungrily stripping off her skirt, tights, panties and boots. Now the girl in the mirror stood naked, except for a black choker.

This body is so totally feminine… I don’t know if I’ll ever get over how sexy it feels to wear a woman’s shape.

I let my fingers wander down to my lower lips, tracing around them as I felt Rachel’s cleanly shaven entrance.

And she just gave this body up to me completely? She’s so beautiful, but she totally let a boy like me inside this skin, stealing her body…

I dipped a finger inside, feeling her tight walls part as a slim, pale digit disappeared inside, sucking air through my teeth as the initial, small sensation of pleasure wormed into my heart.

“I think I’ll take a look at ‘my’ toys.”

I smirked as I spoke in Rachel’s naturally sexy voice, before I reached into one of the drawers of her bedside table. She had a lot of different toys… a variety of wands, different shaped dildos, butt plugs, anal beads.

“You’re really a freak, huh Rachel…”

I felt my pussy moisten as the heat inside built, the idea of being inside such a slutty and well-trained body getting me nice and wet. I drew out a black seven- inch dildo with a thick head, about the length and size Trent’s dick had been.

I maybe want to try something I know I can take first… I can build up to something else later.

Still, the idea that I was going to put something like this inside of me… the idea was as worrying as it was erotic.

“I should get it ready first…”

I gave it an experimental lick, that grew hungry as I began working my tongue up and down the shaft.

This was buried deep in Rachel’s pussy… covered in her juices… and now I’m licking it up and down with her tongue!

I shoved it down deep into my new throat, marveling at how far it could go, and at Rachel’s complete lack of gag reflex.

I’m such a slutty girl now…

I kept working it in and out, fantasizing about how it’d felt to suck Trent’s dick, and the power I’d held over him while I did so. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter as I thought about it, before I took the dildo out of my throat, long, thick strands of saliva coating it and hanging between my mouth and the tip.

“I think it’s ready…”

I whispered gleefully, before lining it up at my entrance and pushing inside.

“Ahh…! Oh my God!”

The sensation was immediate, Rachel’s slimy, tight walls parting as the spit covered dildo pressed inside me. I worked it deeper, drawing it back out before beginning my second stroke, starting to pant and sweat a little the more of a rhythm I built.

My free fingertips spiraled around my nipples, pinching them a little and teasing while I pressed the dildo deeper than before, a small squelching sound almost coming from my vagina while the two juices mixed, some flowing out of my lower lips in flecks as the dildo rushed out, getting on the sheets.

“Sorry, Rachel! I guess your bed is going to be a little messy when I’m done with it!”

I giggled as I said it, wanting the memory clear when I restored her, wanting her to know exactly what I’d done inside her skin. The idea was so hot… I quickened the pace, while the hot sensations spread out from my pussy all over my body, like it was traveling through my veins to all my joints, my fingers and my toes.

All at once, the wave broke as a female orgasm rushed over me, a little scream of pleasure tearing from my shiny black lips as love juices squirted out, drenching the sheets just by my pussy.

“Ahhhh… !”

I moaned out, satisfied but still hungry for more lust as I lay back on my elbows, the soft mattress seeming to suck me in. Silky midnight blue hair matted slightly against my sweaty torso, the view of Rachel’s body spread out beneath me on the bed giving me a pulsing pleasure as I admired it.

I lay back like that, not thinking of much while I enjoyed her sensations for who knows how long, before the sound of a text message broke the silence. I peeked over, Rachel’s phone lying with her other stuff in the pile of discarded clothes I’d stripped out of. The black phone case with a silver spider web design glinted in the lamplight as I stretched out, wondering who could be messaging the girl who’s skin I was wearing…