Taking "Jessica" to the party

“Wow… they really weren’t kidding when they called this place a mansion.”

Jessica’s voice came out uncharacteristically soft, Grace admiring the house we were pulling up to. True to her words, it really was spectacular. A modern mansion, all glass and white stone, with a long lawn and well appointed flower beds.

“This city does have a lot of wealthy people, so it makes sense a lot of them would be at the University too…”

A strange, covetous feeling swirled in me as I looked at the mansion, a familiar jealousy I was sure most everyone had experienced before. After all, who wouldn’t want to be wealthy? It morphed into a smug, sadistic feeling as I considered how wealth, just like any other attainable benefit, was just a short stab away for a skinwalker.

These powers really are enjoyable… but tonight, I want to play with Grace instead.

Maybe in another life, I’d become fixated on money, chasing wealth and power with my skinwalker abilities. In this one though…

I turned, admiring my handiwork sitting next to me in the backseat of the taxi. Jessica’s soul was mine to wear, her preferences, make-up skills, and fashion knowledge all stolen for my benefit. And I’d put it to good use; the woman beside me looking incredibly hot. Jessica’s body provided an ideal baseline of course, but every attractive feature had been enhanced with foundation, eye-shadow, and long, false eyelashes, drawing an on-lookers gaze to the pretty sea green of her irises.

Her lips were glossy, and their shine matched the way light hugged and refracted from the black latex dress she was squeezed into. I smirked as I looked her over, obviously checking her out. I figured Grace would expect Jessica to be straight; in the past she’d even made some homophobic comments, drawing dark gazes from Alicia and myself, and a look of crushing sadness from Grace. It worked to my advantage now though. She wouldn’t expect Jessica to be so shameless in her gaze, and had no way of knowing Jessica’s identity, thoughts and her very soul had become nothing more than my stolen costume.

The dress I had put her in was even hotter when I remembered how I’d worn it too, that first night I became Jessica. The stares, the open lust from men and even some women, the huge confidence spike of knowing I was that hot girl everyone was eye fucking, it was all so addictive. And now I hoped Grace would get to experience how good it felt too.

I glanced down, Grace’s indulgent tits filling my vision from her point of view. Of course, I was showing off her most spectacular assets with my own dress choice. I’d gone with black latex too, and patent black platform heels. We were dressed similarly tonight, like best friends or sisters who wanted to do everything together.

Between the hair, the dress, and the make-up as I checked myself out in the reflection from the car window, I looked a world away from the introverted, nerdy girl who normally wore this skin. “Jessica” beside me too, seemed very different. Looking at her, I felt a strange, high pressure feeling in my heart, a crushing affection and an attraction, the power of gap-moe from the sight of this shy succubus I shared the taxi with.

The taxi pulled up, and I handed the driver the fare while he stared practically dumbstruck at my chest. I gave him a tip before blowing a kiss, seeing the awkward blush take his middle aged face before he drove away. This kind of flattering, lewd power was so enjoyable to me, and I wasn’t sure if I should be more concerned I liked it this much or just give in to how it felt.

Can I really go back to just being a normal, bland guy after this? I think I’m addicted to being a hot bad bitch.

“Ufufufu, feeling shy?”

I teased Grace as I sidled up beside her, the image of Jessica biting her lip and gazing uncertainly at the mansion door being so cute. I interlaced my fingers with hers, squeezing her hand.

“C’mon bestie, don’t you want to know what it’s like being popular?”

She met my gaze, clearly nervous, and then nodded. It seemed all my compliments, my little flirtations as I did her make-up, even sitting on her lap as I applied her eyeliner, all of it was giving her some confidence.

Plus, as a former wearer of Jessica’s skin, I know just how amazing it feels in there.

I pulled her inside, immediately feeling the heat and the blasting music hit us. The mansion seemed even crazier inside than it was outside, a huge foyer area leading to an open plan kitchen, living room and dining room set-up, seeming even bigger than a normal nightclub. French doors at the back opened out to a pool, filled with laughing students, while they even had a DJ blasting dance music, and a lighting set-up strobing the ceiling with lasers and bright colors.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

I had to lean in close to be heard over the music, Grace just nodding, seeming to agree. I giggled in her ear, pulling her away.

“Let’s get a drink!”

The kitchen counter tops were littered with bottles of liquor, with plenty of soft drink mixers too. I poured out vodka and chased it with saccharine sweet coke, all in those classic red cups no party is complete without. The final touch was the straws, as I passed Grace her drink.

“Use the straw, I wouldn’t want you to smudge the lipstick I carefully applied for you.”

I had to turn away to laugh a little, feeling a weird satisfaction while I was giving Grace all these tips on being a party girl. I’d been a boy for nearly my whole life, but these powers had given me even more feminine life experience than Grace in some ways. It made me feel kinda smug, besting her like that.

“Akkk! What’s that taste!”

“Ehehe, sorryyyy. I guess I made it kinda strong. But, you know, that’s how Jessica likes it. I love partying, so now you do too.”

I took a sip from the drink I’d made, gagging a little too. Grace’s taste buds weren’t as attuned to the taste of **** compared to Jessica’s, so it came across as a lot harsher than I was expecting. It seemed with our mismatched souls and bodies, our tolerance for booze had met somewhere in the middle.

“Eh. We’ll get used to it.”

Forcing myself past the initial discomfort, I drained the rest of the cup, seeing ‘Jessica’ sheepishly following my example. Without consulting her, I filled our cups again.

If I’m really going to give Grace the popular party girl experience, we both need to get nice and drunk. Plus… I’d be lying if I wasn’t also really excited for how tonight’s possibilities could unfold.

I glanced around the room, wondering what our next move should be. We’d arrived at the party fashionably late, so a lot of people were already drunk and having a good time. There was an impromptu dance floor where the lights and speakers were at their strongest, so dancing was always an option.

My eyes lit up as another choice made itself known. I could see some of Jessica’s friends hanging out by the far wall, chatting and laughing. Seeing how Grace would do impersonating her bully in front of her friends could be a lot of fun.

Finally, this party had no shortage of attractive people in it. Maybe it was time I showed Grace everything I’d learnt about getting with guys and girls alike, ever since I’d slithered inside Jessica’s skin for the first time.