Save her for later...

I felt her give out a helpless moan into my mouth as her body lost its substance, her lips being the last to lose shape as she turned into just a warm mass of soft skin and hair draped over my fingertips. Internally, I could feel her too, as her essence flowed into me, a confused jumble of memories separating off from my own and joining Jessica’s, a third parallel beside the other two of the years we’d each lived.

For a moment, it felt too full in my head, a pressure inside making things difficult for me as I furrowed my brow, before I felt some kind of internal barrier growing and shaping, whatever deep part of me that was now all skinwalker expanding to comfortably fit three souls and sets of memories at once.

I let out a deep breath and opened my eyes, letting them wander all over my little stolen trophy; Grace’s skin ripe for me to slip inside and steal her precious little life. I indulged in a smile as I hugged her skin to mine, enjoying how alien a skinsuit still felt to me as I breathed her scent deeply. I wanted to get inside her so badly! But I shouldn’t… not yet.

The twisted seeds of a fantasy of mine had been sown, but it would be premature to take that pleasure now. I lay her empty skin down and pulled her covers over it as I stood. This way, if someone came into the room, they wouldn’t see anything amiss. But if they found the skin still… an erotic vision came to me of one of the partygoers, or maybe even a friend like Jimmy or Alicia lifting the skin up, a morbid mix of disgust, horror and forbidden fascination crossing their faces as they held it. How would they react? Would they be tempted to put it on? It wouldn’t be the kind of thing anyone would readily admit to if asked on the street, but the forbidden pull of a skinsuit, even to try, would be too much for many. And when it was of a girl as gorgeous as Grace, anyone would want to have a go inside her body.

Could this suit work on a regular person? Or was it only a skinwalker who could assume a form after putting on a skin? Because of the unique way skinsuits were created, perhaps only a skinwalker could take memories and personality with a skin, but would it be possible for anyone to take just the form of the skin, and change their height, voice and gender? There were so many questions that flicked around my mind. With my mind control abilities now, I would be able to find out too… I tucked the idea in the back of my mind, sure to re-visit it soon.

But for now, I should enjoy the rest of the party. I strutted over to Grace’s mirror, the relaxing afterglow of my orgasm suffusing my walk with little sparks of gentle enjoyment. The woman in the mirror looked so messy and satisfied, with her long red hair tussled around and her lipstick smudged from kissing two different kinds of lips. The latex skirt was so tight too that it’d even stayed pulled up, my bare pussy exposed as the felt the air run over it.

I took some moments to pull the skirt down and clean off some of the fluids that had leaked down my thighs, fixing my make-up and hair quickly. I decided to leave Jessica’s panties behind as a little sign of what had happened here, laying them across Grace’s deflated face under the covers.

“Something to remember me by, babe.”

I teased Grace’s skin, as I slipped into my heels again and went out into the party.

Things had clearly evolved in the party since I’d left, with that distinct vibe that only comes on a party after the half-way point and nearly at the final quarter. Drunken faces filled the room, the unmistakable unconsciousness that descends upon the **** where they can all be in a small room for hours together yet have a totally different time depending on which part of the room they’re in, almost unaware of the other parts.

Alicia and Frank were no-where to be seen, having likely departed early to go “rest” in their bed. Interestingly enough, I could see a small crowd of people by the corner that I didn’t know as myself, but Jessica’s memories told me were some of her friends, including her personal trainer. Her memories painted a rather vivid picture of some of the things they’d done together, and I could feel her body getting horny again at the thought of what we could be doing together soon…

The final group that piqued my curiosity was with Jimmy on a couch in the corner… who was that he was talking to? I narrowed my eyes a little trying to make it out. Sitting beside him on the couch was a girl with blonde wavy hair with a fresh and naturally pretty demeanor. She was wearing a blue, silk slip dress, that reminded me of something from the 90s. Ashley! Her name was Ashley, she was one of Lisa’s friends. And if she was here…

My eyes focused on the other two on the conversation. One of the girls was hard to miss, short and with light brown hair, but really the most notable trait about her was her impressive and luscious ass. Combined with her thick thighs, her body was draped in the classic beauty of a Hollywood bombshell from the 50s, and I knew she had a fiery attitude that was something of a turn on too. Her name was Emmy, and along with Ashley filled out a trio of best friends.

Seeing the girl at the center of that trio, and the final member of that conversation, caused my breath to hitch in my throat a little. Standing with her back to me, in a white and skyblue dress, was standing Lisa, her long dark hair curling down her back in waves and her light tan skin popping attractively against the blues in her dress and accessories.

How much did she remember about the other night?? It looked like she was just here to have fun at the party, so I guess I must have restored her okay… still, it was a little jarring seeing her here. At least, I hoped it was the real her this time, but paranoia about that skinwalker still remained. Should I go over there and see if she was okay?