This was wrong!

The thought ran out clearly in my head, overpowering the sexual haze that had descended on me in the last few hours. I’d been so caught up in the forbidden pleasure of everything I hadn’t even noticed the corruption that had started settling into my heart. What was I doing?

I looked around the room. There were so many skins… even if she was telling the truth, this was so many, some of them had to be innocents! I picked up the closest one to me and held it to the light, looking over the deflated features of a young Asian girl who couldn’t be more than 19. Had this girl really been some kind of criminal? Her pretty features exuded an aura of innocence, that the growing twisted part of me wanted to corrupt.

A barrage of images flooded my mind, wrenching her pussy open and slithering inside, her body taking shape around me as I acted shy, roleplaying as this innocent girl while Candida wore the skin of a muscular man, fucking me again and again, on the bed, the floor, bent over a table. My pussy was slick again as my eyes lingered on the suits vagina, the urge nearly overpowering me.

I threw the skin down onto the pile with the others.

“I… I can’t be here. This is wrong.”

I turned around resolutely to face Candida.

“Even wearing that face, you’re still a monster.”

A look of stinging pain took her face, as if she’d been slapped. As her eyes lowered though, avoiding my gaze, they fell on my pussy and lit up again, a confident grin taking her features.

“Is that so? I guess I am, huh?”

She met my gaze, as I felt the power in the room shift back to her, my momentary rebellion reversing almost as soon as it’d began.

“Alex… if you really didn’t understand, you wouldn’t be leaking so much love juice right now.”

I could feel the hot juices slide down my inner thigh, overflowing from my entry. The fantasy of getting fucked in that Asian girls body had made my body much more honest than my words. I had to get out of here, before my morals completely crumbled and I joined the skinwalker fully.

“I’m leaving.”

I turned and started walking resolutely out, my wider hips showing off Lisa’s ass seductively even while I tried to leave.

“Fine. Go then. I doesn’t really matter one way or another Alex!”

The skinwalker’s voice was confident as it called out to me.

“I’m the only one who can understand you, and you’re the only one who can understand me. We have an unbreakable bond now. And after what you’ve experienced, the thrill of dominating the body of your crush and twisting it to your will, catching cum in your mouth and pussy, the thunderous feeling of a female orgasm? No man can walk away from that. There’s no way back now Alex! No cure from being a skinwalker! You’ll never be normal, and you WILL wear a skin again soon, and then you’ll be back to me. The things we can do together, you’ll never get with anyone else!”

I looked around the kitchen, putting on Lisa’s soiled dress, bra and panties as fast as I could before walking out, the echoing laughter of the Skinwalker following me. It must have removed its skin, cause it had returned to sounding terrifying and inhuman, the tonal shifting sounding almost like it was an out of tune choir of the damned shouting after me, instead of a single entity.

I only started breathing normally again once I was in the elevator, slumping my back against the wall and sliding down, my head in my hands as I felt my heart racing from the fear and adrenaline. The elevator was nearly to the ground before I realized I’d forgotten to put Lisa’s face on again, stuffing my head into it quickly and finding great relief as it constricted and made my disguise perfect again.

Did being fully in a skin change my sense of perception, or alter my own morals? It was only once my head was out that I’d felt even the slightest sense that something was wrong, and even then it took everything I had to walk out of there. If it hadn’t been for the shock of seeing so many skins and power of its implication, I may have happily slid into the role of that thing’s boyfriend. Standing again and seeing Lisa’s bedraggled reflection in the mirror, a part of me thought I was more likely to become its girlfriend, even if that would have both of us crossing gender lines.

The street was cold, and the faint light of the hour before dawn was leaking into the sky, lighter blues starting the drift over the eastern horizon. I thanked every deity as I walked out and saw a taxi pull up, fresh after dropping off another customer. She gave me an inscrutable look as she breezed past, gorgeous middle eastern features leaving little hint of her thoughts while she smoothed her well fitting business skirt out after her taxi ride. I was sure I looked a total state, residue down my legs and a smell of sex hanging around me.

I looked away, feeling a little ashamed and a little turned on at the thought of how obviously slutty I must have seemed leaving the apartment in this state and these clothes, just before dawn. Thankfully the taxi driver wasn’t the talkative type as the taxi sped back to Lisa’s apartment.

Before I knew it, I was back in the room where this had all began just a little more than a day ago. It felt a lifetime away as I held up the clothes I’d been wearing when I walked into this room after a date with the girl I liked. Now I was wearing a skinsuit made from her actual self, parading around pretending to be her to her friends then taking dick in her vagina. I bit down on her plump bottom lip while I thought about how good it had felt, before swinging myself down on her bed.

The memories of the last few days were so vivid. Closing my eyes, I felt like I could visualize these memories, and all the ones that came before in a line, Lisa's running parallel to my own throughout our lives. I’d always had a great imagination growing up, so it wasn’t hard to picture this and give it shape.

Something was strange about her memories though, looking at in the visual I’d made. Was it the color? The texture? It was difficult to describe, but the memories from the last three days had a different aura to all the ones before. It reminded me a little of a strip of pavement, paved over more recently than the rest, and if you were paying attention, you could tell the difference.

I imagined reaching out towards the strip, feeling a pressure increase as I did so, like diving deeper under water. Curiosity encouraged me to keep reaching, and it almost felt like I could feel the strip, and pull it off, revealing something underneath…