Resist; One Last Time!

I can’t do this!!

The urge to skin Jessica was so strong tearing myself away from her almost caused me to throw up. My feet were lead blocks as I used every last shred of willpower to pull myself in the other direction, stomping to my room as the rush of pulsing blood in my ears got so loud I couldn’t even hear the last few goading comments from Jessica as I made it through the door into my room.

Oh God, oh God, oh God…

Panic mingled with sweat as my hands tore out of the hoodie pockets, spines fully free as I awkwardly tried to take my clothes off. Falling to the floor, rolling around, energy tightly coiled in all my limbs and an overwhelming urge to scream just to release it all churned around inside me as I got completely naked, before wrenching my drawer open and trying to get at my last, **** attempt at salvation.

The sleeping pills clattered to the floor, the top of the bottle pierced by the spines, no other way to get at them, before I gathered up 4 at once and swallowed, washing them down with the only liquid in the room; straight vodka. A normal adult was only supposed to take one; supposedly it was enough to put someone to sleep for 12 hours.

I was **** and thought unconsciousness was the only thing that could save me, and was grateful to my past self for having the foresight to stock up on these while he had the chance.

I’d gotten them from Jimmy. They were prescription strength, not available from any ordinary chemists. When I asked how he’d managed to get them, he just said vaguely he “knew a guy”. I didn’t know if he had just been trying to act cool or what, but I barely questioned it, just took the pack while I was offered; fear granting foresight I might need them for a situation such as this.

I was right.

I felt my vision blur and fade a little, the effects of the powerful pills hitting already. I really, really wasn’t supposed to take more than one, but I was so ****, and figured I was hardly a regular human anymore. My vision faded, whilst worry over the consequences of taking these pills was quashed by the deeper worry of what I’d do if I hadn’t.

My vision darkened again at the edges, before it all rushed together at once, and unconsciousness took me.

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The first thing that came to me was a soft bliss, the confusion of a sleepy mind that’s still too bathed in sleep chemicals to concern itself with the worries of the waking world. Darkness, comforting darkness. It must have been night outside. The thought made me happy. Nights were made for sleeping. I smiled, as I idly thought of all the sleep ahead of me, so much rest still to have.

The bedroom light had been on when I’d taken the sleeping pills.

The disquiet of the realization began to bring my anxiety back to me, first just a little, before it all crashed in a tsunami, eyes bursting open while restless energy filled my limbs. My body sat up quickly and awkwardly, un-coordinated and still a little under the spell of the sleeping pills, yet I could feel the skinwalker side of me working hard to burn off the sleep chemicals. I knew it had nearly fully cleared my system of what would take an ordinary person days to get over.

The sheet flew off me as I sat fully up, looking around in the darkness quickly. My nightvision seemed to be even better once again, yet another effect of these powers I noticed every time night came.

Bed. I was in bed. I’d passed out on the floor.

“Well, well, well. You’re finally awake.”

Jessica sauntered over, a lazy smile on her face.

Why hadn’t I noticed her before? Had Jessica been the one to put me into bed…??

Seeing her here ignited so many questions, but more than that… it re-ignited every last spark of skinwalker lust I’d been fighting so hard to suppress.

I didn’t even think twice as I moved out of the bed, semi hard dick hardening into a boner as I lunged at her, spines out, ready to take her skin for my own. I must have moved out from the sheets, crossed the distance and lunged in less than a second; a time impossible for me before my transformation, and yet…

She caught my hand by the wrist, her own slim fingers exerting a powerful grip as she wrenched my hand to the side with a laugh.

“Mhhmmmm, yes, yes! Ughhhh, that’s what I like to see. No hesitation, not even for a moment. You tried so, so, so hard to resist, but eventually you had to crumble. You would turn me into a skin in a heartbeat, if you were strong enough. It’s only natural after all.”

She gave a big grin, one uncharacteristically cheerful, knowing and wise, and one strangely much less conceited than any Jessica normally would give.

“I know what you did to her Alex. You paved over her memories so well, left so few cracks, you’re such a natural at this. And yet… when you’ve been doing this as long as I have, you can always see beneath the curtain. And I LOVE what you did to her.”

She laughed again, a warm mirth infusing the sound, Jessica’s voice sounding so naturally pretty when it wasn’t being used for bullying. A feeling of ice slid through my veins as the penny dropped on what was happening here… who I was really speaking to;

The Skinwalker.

“You…!”

I choked out, shock and fear coloring my voice as the creature wearing Jessica nearly effortlessly threw me back on the bed, laughing just a little more as I bounced on my mattress.

“In the flesh! Well, in Jessica’s anyway, hehe.”

It laughed warmly, eyes sparkling with humor and love, like the way a parent would seeing their child do something truly delightful. It was surreal seeing “Jessica” act like this, a world away from her toxic ordinary self, and the sexually charged, teasing version of her I’d embodied when I’d been the person wearing her skin.

“Oh, Alex, Alex, Alex. I can’t tell you how surprised I was when you escaped my little set-up. Especially when you have the fetish you do! I thought anyone left alone with a skinsuit of their crush had to have at least tried it on, or had sex with it, something, anything. But not you. No, you not only figured out how to restore her, you got away and everything. Kudos for having such strong morals.”

She winked and laughed again, like even the suggestion of morals was somehow the funniest joke she’d told yet.

“Of course! What kind of monster would wear the woman they loved.”

I glowered at her, but it was even less convincing to me than it was to her.

“Probably the same kind of monster who would skin his flatmate before using her body and life like his own personal playground. And then bullying a shy girl, having sex with her, mind controlling her…”

I reeled a little with shame as my litany of sins was read out, even though my memories of them was getting me rock hard; the **** pleasure from what I’d done filling me completely.

“And oh wow, let me tell you. The surprise from Jessica after what happened with Grace! Talk about routine bullying gone wrong! I can’t tell you how overjoyed I felt as I watched her memories, and got to experience even second hand just a little of the pleasure and horror of being utterly dominated by the twisted version of Grace you created. Ugh, and the way you fucked Jessica with you cock coming straight out of Grace’s pussy, before that big reveal? Inspired!”

The creature wearing Jessica giggled with glee as it read out what it’d seen in her memories, loving recounting what I’d done while I lay petrified on the bed.

“You should really, really steal Grace’s skin permanently. I think it was meant for you, you know?”

She said it affectionately, like it was a perfectly natural thing, like me stealing Grace’s life, her face, and her body was the most wonderful and natural thing I should do. As I lay there, my head so full of emotion, I didn’t know what to feel any more.