Try to get into Tiger Beach

As I pulled Hannah along, getting closer to the club, I could once again feel some nerves start to form in my stomach. It was strange, I knew there was no way I’d be recognized, and the consequences of not getting into the club ultimately weren’t that high in the grand scheme of things, but even still, I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

Confidence… I just have to be confident. Just walk up like I own the place!

Megan’s memories inside me were like their own cheat code in a way here, memories of skipping the que and walking right inside countless clubs before allaying my fears that I could get inside. A glance at my reflection in the windows of parked cars was all I needed to seal the deal. The face that stared back was utterly different from my ordinary one, totally feminine features framed by hair that was dark at the scalp and lightened out to blonde the further down it went. A bikini clad body, with sensual tits on full display. Well done fake tan, long acrylic nails topping each finger, full lips and a contoured face of make-up with false eyelashes drawing attention to Megan’s hypnotic eyes.

If I really thought about it and tried to separate myself from the situation, it felt so strange. The outfit, with all its exposed skin, and the very different connotations of what that bare skin meant as a woman verses as a man. The makeup, the nails and the false eyelashes all had a weight to them, a sensation as they were attached to the body, something my male self wasn’t used to at all. But then again, I only needed to pull Megan’s personality over mine, stuff my soul inside hers and wear it like I was wearing her skinsuit, and it all felt natural. More than natural even; empowering. I could feel Megan’s slick, sexual confidence, that feeling that she knew how good she looked, backed up with all the dirty memories of what she’d done with all the guys she picked up while out clubbing…

I shivered just a little, my own pervy fetish for the forbidden differences I could now enjoy mingling with Megan’s own slutty, erotic memories. I could feel dampness on the tight bikini bottom I was wearing, its fabric exposed to the air underneath my skirt. I didn’t even bother trying to que, settling into Megan’s sultry walk as I approached the same bouncer who’d turned me away before.

I could feel eyes on me from the que as I approached, awkward attraction mixed with open lust, jealously and desire both mingling together. The bouncers eyes widened just a little as he saw me, almost involuntarily looking all over Megan’s body and taking in the sights.

“Heyyy, it’s really good to be back.”

Her voice was so bright and flirty as it left my mouth, dopamine dripping down in my head with the ecstatic knowledge that it was my voice now, sounding so unapologetically cute.

“Oh uhh, yes, of course miss.”

He stuttered just a little, mainly keeping his cool, although it was still apparent he was feeling some kind of attraction to me.

“I’m guessing you’ll want to see my ID?”

I passed it over to him, all smiles as he looked at Megan’s driver’s license and then at me, seeing no flaws. Another drop of dopamine followed, the little thrill of using an ID so different from the real me, stealing a girl’s official documents along with her skin, just reminding me how totally I’d taken her identity for my own.

“Ahem… yeah. Nothin’ out of place here, go right ahead miss.”

He tried to avoid my gaze, eyes accidentally settling on my boobs for a minute before pulling to the side, as I tried to stifle a giggle.

“Are you sure there’s not anything else of mine you’d like to see?”

I flirted, drawing the hints of a blush to his cheeks.

“No, no, not at all, you’re free to head in.”

“C’mon Hannah, let’s go.”

I pulled Hannah away, the other bouncer being too distracted checking out her body to properly pay attention to her ID, before the two of us walked through the doors of Tiger Beach.

Omg… that was wayyy too fun…

A huge, twisted, victorious thrill rushed through me as I thought about what I’d just done, and how I’d just done it. The nerves on the bouncer’s face, the awkward body language, the obvious attraction. Even with how many hot girls came here, still experiencing it towards me was the best feeling. And after he’d turned the real me away so casually, and so callously! I lit up Megan’s pretty face with a devious smile as I thought;

He was so cute getting all flustered like that… no idea that underneath this tight, girly skin is the same boy he turned away just a few minutes ago! It was so much more fun flirting with him knowing that…

I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn’t even notice I was in the club proper, until I looked up.

“Wow…”

Even the promotional photos of this place didn’t do it justice. Multi-coloured lights from a disco-ball suspended high above left traces over the sandy floors, seeming like a rainbow was showering down on the rich carpet of the sahara. Oil drums glowed, their surfaces enhanced with UV paint, while gorgeous bodies moved around them, setting drinks down and dancing away.

Real palm trees were spread throughout the area, while artificial tropical ivy spread around the ceiling. Interspersed between the leaves were small lights, LEDs or something quite like them, creating the illusion of stars that gave way to the real deal as the roof opened up to the night sky above. The whole club was an impressive and bewildering fusion; a mix of outdoor and indoor, man made light and plants, both organic and a simulacra designed to mimic that which really was natural.

“They really went all out this time, I bet you’re loving this!”

Hannah pulled me into a hug as I stared in wonder, the feeling of our breasts mushing together making me even wetter while I enjoyed the press of her warm, soft body, and the weird pleasure of being shorter than her. Inside, Megan’s pleased appreciation at her favorite club’s spectacular re-opening mixed with my own astonishment at how elaborate a club this was, and a strange gratitude to the skinwalker powers for letting me get inside here in the first place.

“They really outdid themselves… I really like it.”

The shy sincerity of my tone made Hannah raise an eyebrow a little, before I grabbed her hand an pulled her to the bar.

“And I’ll like it even more once we get shots!”

The bar was swarmed, all sorts of people clearly waiting to get a drink unsuccessfully. I used Megan’s shorter height to slip under some of them, shimmying my way to the front and posing in such a way my tits were in full display. I got served almost immediately.

“Uhmm, like, could I get two shots of tequila please?”

I could feel more jealous gazes from other bar patrons at getting served so quickly, which only gave me even more of an obnoxious, cheeky sense of power. When the barman came back though, he had six shots laid out instead.

“Those gentlemen insisted upon paying for you two ladies.”

The bartender explained, as Hannah excitedly picked up her first shot and raised it to one of the guys. I did the same, toasting the two muscular guys in Hawaiian shirts down the bar, before slamming the first tequila shot.

Oh wow, what the hell…?

For me tequila had always tasted how I imagined the armpit sweat of an overweight man might taste, and had certainly never ever been a good experience. But drinking it with Megan’s tongue… was an entirely different experience. It was had a sweet and sour kick in a good way, like there was a pleasant zing that was exciting and energizing to it. I sucked the lime and felt even more energy build, before quickly downing the other two shots.

As I held the last empty glass with slender tanned fingers, tipped with long nails, I began to think;

You know, I could drink on okay amount as myself, but… the way those shots went down so easily… I think Megan’s skin was made for partying…

Hannah was certainly getting in the mood to party too, taking my hand and leading me for the first time, straight to the guys who’s bought us the drinks.

“Heyy guys, thank you so much for buying us shots…”

She sounded so flirty saying it, the **** clearly already loosening her up. I couldn’t help but smile seeing it, feeling some of Megan’s affection for her friend in my heart. I knew we were here to try and find Grace, but there wasn’t any harm in having a little fun too, was there?

“Anything for ladies as gorgeous as you two.”

The one of the right started, stepping closer to me while his friend got closer to Hannah.

“I’m Adam.”

His smile was perfect, body clearly sculpted from time in the gym. There was an all-consuming confidence about him, like he knew exactly how good looking he was, and wanted only the best in life. Absentmindedly, I figured he was probably a bit of a fuckboy, but from the rich thrill of female attraction I could feel I could tell he was just Megan’s type.

“I’m Megan… I really appreciate the shots.”

I batted my longer eyelashes, feeling the **** start to loosen me up a little too.

“Wanna dance?”

He offered his hand and I let myself get pulled onto the dancefloor, Hannah and the other guy following along. The music was pulsing, as we cut through the crowd to the very center of the floor and began to dance.

Mhmm, this is another perk of this body…

I smiled as I moved, finding my own awkward male attempts to dance easily replaced with the more sensual motions Megan was well practiced in. I traced her finger tips along her thighs, and flexed her hips, feeling the way her skirt moved, before running my hands up her midriff. My long hair felt so good as it hung down my back, as I moved my head from side to side, as I turned and lost myself to the music.

Her body is so fun to wear for this, even just the different feeling of her soft skin, the way her hair feels, the way it feels to move as a woman…

It seemed I wasn’t the only one to notice how sexy Megan’s body felt. I could feel the heat from Adam’s chiselled body as his chest met my back, and his hands began moving from my hips to my midriff, pulling our bodies close together. It was like his touches left lingering heat, as the warm, slimy wetness in my slit got even more soaked, and my nipples spiked up inside my bikini top. Having so much exposed skin in this outfit meant I was totally free to feel everything as though we were already naked, and the desire to fully take a woman’s place in sex was raging inside me.

Just before I fully gave into my lust though, I saw something. At first I wasn’t sure, with the lights and the music, the press of bodies, but the longer I stared, the more I was sure. Standing, just a little ways off from where I was right now, was…

It’s… It’s Grace!