Shower time

I lifted my arms up and breathed deeply by the armpits, enjoying Jessica’s sweaty scent. It would be pretty erotic to just stay like this, letting her grime build up and embarrassing her in front of everyone if she just stopped washing. But then, It would also be just as sexy to shower in this form, to feel the hot water move over this soft flesh I was encased within, then rub my hands over her soapy breasts while I got nice and clean…

My pussy was getting so wet again just thinking like this. That settled it, I needed to shower. Sliding my smooth legs off the bed, I started walking towards my own shower, before a thought crept into my head; I was Jessica now, so why not use her shower? Thinking about it made me smile, after all, what was hers belonged to me now.

I walked over to her clothes, piled on the floor where they’d fallen off her body as she turned into a skinsuit, before deciding to just leave them there as little trophies of what I’d done. I’d walk over to her room completely naked, my sweaty, wet, used female body proudly on display.

Opening the door, I peeked out, disappointed to find no-one in the corridor of the flat. Oh well, I thought, it was enjoyable enough feeling the cool air on my exposed snatch and breasts as I walked over. It was just a pity no-one had accidentally caught a peak at “Jessica” in her natural glory.

Her room was different from what I was expecting. Well organized, and a little impersonal, it was clear Jessica wasn’t the overly sentimental type. There were some photos on the wall, cheer competition trophies, and pictures from parties with her friends in skimpy outfits. The room had a nice aesthetic as well, with rich reds, dark greys and cream whites dominating as the color palette, as she’d nicely selected things that matched. Say what you will about her, but Jessica definitely had style.

At first glance though the overall impression was everything was relatively normal. I had a feeling she had a few naughty secrets around here, but I deliberately resisted diving into her memories to find them; I wanted to feel very much like myself as I wore her, naturally stumbling onto things. I could enjoy looting her personality later.

I bunched my toes up a little at the cold bathroom tiles as I stepped into the shower, and turned on the water, the water heating quickly as it steamed against my body. It felt so satisfying moving down my chest! Maybe I was still sensitive from my masturbation earlier, but it felt like I could feel each water drop hitting my soft skin and breasts, the pleasant heat of the warm water getting into my bones and relaxing my muscles.

I let out a delicate moan as I lathered Jessica’s bodywash onto me, soaping up my thighs as I moved my hands up my stomach, feeling the subtle outline of her toned muscles underneath. Getting to the breasts was the best part, my fingers moving gently before digging in a little greedily, my eyes adoring the way the skin looked as my fingers pressed in, little shivers of pleasure moving through me.

It was going to be hard showering without breasts after this, I thought. Turning around so the water moved down my back, I felt my long hair get wet, and enjoyed the novelty of it sitting heavier on my head while I washed it. My arms were still brushing past my sensitive breasts, and I was finding it harder and harder to ignore them.

I stood for a minute, an internal battle waging within. Of course, temptation won. I dug my fingertips into my soft breasts again, this time moving over the nipples and gently teasing them, before I gave the left one a spiteful little flick, biting my lip as I savored the mix of pleasure and pain.

I spun to the glass wall of the shower and slid my body up against it, feeling the pressure on me as my breasts pressed, loving the constriction. My roving fingertips found my slit and dove inside, the wet tunnel eagerly accepting them as my walls spread. I gasped, the feeling of penetration still new to me and still so powerful. I started working those fingers in and out, gasping a little each time, the dopamine already starting to rush around my brain.

My thoughts were getting carried away as I grabbed the shampoo bottle, and brought it to my pussy lips. Thoughts of if it would hurt, and how would it feel were quickly quashed as my relentless desire to be filled outstripped the pleasure my fingers could provide. I dove it into me.

The sensation was immediate, as my eyes almost went white with pleasure and I whimpered, the sound of a bitch in heat. It felt huge inside me, my walls stretched wide. I nervously moved it out a little, the pleasure overwhelming me, before thrusting it back in. Some drool dripped down as my face twisted to a look of ecstasy. Through the fogged up shower glass I could make out the scene in the glass, Jessica’s face melting in frustrated bliss as her soaking body was pressed up against the glass, knees starting to shake a little as she thrust her shampoo bottle deep in her vagina. In just a few hours I’d really become such a wet, messy slut. The sight made it so much hotter.

I started going faster and faster, my knees getting weaker and I felt the tension rise. At last a female orgasm hit, Jessica’s scream ringing from my mouth as my knees gave way, body sliding to the shower floor, panting. I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the water streaking over me, my fingertips pruning. I didn’t know how long I lay there before I got up and washed her hair, the scent of her strawberry shampoo becoming one with me as it filled my nostrils.

Eventually I had to get out, drying her body and looking at her face in the mirror, a tranquil expression painted on while I moisturized. Already I felt a strange sense of ownership over this skin, a strange mix of pride in it’s appearance and desire to look after it like it was my own, and also the sadistic impulse to ride it hard and **** it, my feelings for Jessica making me want to use her body cheap and hard now that I was wearing her skin.

It had only been a few hours and it already felt so natural in here. Experimentally, I started feeling around her lips, pulling. At first they stretched like any other persons would, and it hurt a little as it overstretched. Then it stretched further, far beyond what was natural, and I pulled it back away, revealing my own, larger head underneath, leaving Jessica’s lips stretched around my neck.

Already my face was looking far better than it had been this morning. My skin was no longer pale and deathly, and if anything looked even better than it had in years, flush and rejuvenated. The bags under my eyes had receded, and it was surreal seeing that same tranquil expression Jessica had had on my own masculine features.

As well as that, it was still her explicitly female body below, the same c-cups on my chest and no sign of my penis behind her mound. I reached down, fingertips grazing the ends of her shaved public hairs as I reached one in experimentally, squinting my eyes as that freshly familiar feeling of a finger entering my snatch came.

A slight moan left my lips, and it was quite a novelty seeing my real face react to pleasure only a girl should ever be able to experience. I felt so much better now than earlier. The skinwalker was right; wearing a skin did feel amazing, and more than that it made you feel much better out of a skin too.

I could probably take Jessica off now and restore her. But then, where was the fun in that? After the sensations I’d experienced today, I could never truly go back to life before. And she was already skinned and on me, I could just as easily pull her face back on and stay a little while…