Wear Jenny

The restroom door rocked open as Jenny sauntered in.

“Heyy, Grace? I got your text, are you okay?”

I appreciated how Jenny did seem to care about Grace, although with how good her spirits seemed, it was clear she wasn’t expecting anything to be seriously wrong.

She would more than freak out if she found Grace’s deflated skin in the last toilet cubicle, though.

There was a blur as I moved almost super-humanly fast behind Jenny, my spines sliding into her neck even as my free hand stifled her mouth.

“Mphfft!”

Was all she could manage, before the lids of her eyes grew heavy, and her muffled sounds of struggle relaxed into dreamy moans of submission. Within seemingly seconds, I was holding Jenny’s plaint, empty skinsuit; the vessel that would give me the charismatic girl’s everything in mere minutes.

“Maybe I was right to be worried about people seeing a pervy guy in the ladies room. After all, this is hard to explain…”

It always felt weird talking in my own male voice after enjoying a girl’s softer tones all day, as I opened that final cubicle and stepped inside. The gorgeous skinsuit of my girlfriend was slumped on the toilet, looking as freaky as it did enticing, at least in the macabre way any one of these magical skinsuits always did.

I stood naked, my clearly male body feeling a little uncomfortable and very pervy indeed now that it was all exposed in the ladies toilets. I shivered, the ugly discomfort I always felt getting out of a skinsuit into just my normal form never being pleasant, although at least there was the small mercy that it’d only be for a minute while I got inside a new, choice vessel.

I laid Jenny’s glasses to the side, pulling her suit free of her clothes, the skin slipping out now that it’d lost all of its central mass. I ran my fingers over, feeling how soft Jenny felt, teasing over a small mole on the side of her stomach, and over her pink nipples.

“You’re really cute, Jenny…”

Remembering all her confidence, the endearing bravery to be first and put herself out there, I was getting excited to wear her personality just like I was going to wear her skin. In some ways, it seemed like she was the opposite of Grace, and so maybe she really would become an ideal best friend for her.

I pulled at her back, watching it part open, sinews being pulled in either direction and growing slender before they broke altogether. The dull florescent toilet light shone into the dark pink of Jenny’s interior, catching just a hint of the glistening slime that coated her, and made the prospect of getting inside any skinsuit so carnally enjoyable.

“No time like the present. Sorry Grace.”

I used the toilet as a seat, sitting on top of Grace, the feeling of the skirt that I’d been wearing until just a moment ago brushing against my bare ass. My feet slid inside the welcoming warmth of Jenny, down her legs, feeling so tight, especially as they filled her much smaller feet.

I moaned a little as that weird, slimy compression happened, the strange almost pulsing sensation that went against any established rule of physics, as within minutes my large, masculine feet were compacted down into Jenny’s small, girly ones. I splayed her toes, watching in fascination as I moved them, and the utter comfort I felt using her feet despite how impossible all this should be.

No matter how many times I use them, these powers never fail to amaze me…

Conscious Aaron might think it strange if we were gone for too long, I hurried to pull the rest of Jenny’s legs up, and then her lower body. I could feel my legs begin to shrink down, my height in the cubicle reducing in real time as my lower body became that of the smaller girl. I bit my lip as I got ready for what came next.

You know, deep down I think I really must be a huge pervert… my favorite part of putting on a skinsuit is always stealing a girl’s pussy.

One hand went to my mouth, as I tried to stifle a more decidedly carnal moan, as my rock-hard boner inverted all at once within the skinsuit. All that length, so filled with blood and energy, that pressure turned inwards until it bore inside me. Jenny's pussy formed at the intersection of my thighs, then pressed even deeper as I took her womb too. I doubled over, hand still on my mouth, trying to stifle my moans, the sensation of my insides being overwritten to a woman’s always feeling so unbelievably potent.

“Phew, oh my God…”

I panted there, trying to get my bearings for just a moment, before I hurried up. Pulling Jenny’s chest to me, I stuffed my arms down hers, filling her hands with my own. That pulsing compression, that sensation of shrinking that should be so uncomfortable yet felt so right instead, left me flexing Jenny’s cute digits, admiring her burnt metallic orange nail polish.

“Mhmm, this is a really nice touch Jenny, especially for Halloween.”

I didn’t know whether I was addressing the empty head hanging on my chest, or even just talking to myself since I was Jenny from the neck down. Now that I’d filled her arms, pulling the front of her torso all onto me, the seam in her back was closing. The sinews greedily speared across the gap, hungrily pulling the pieces together as they sealed me into Jenny’s skin. That heat, the light steam rising for just a second, sealed me in properly, and soon I was a naked girl from the neck down.

“Time to get my face on.”

I grinned as I used Jenny’s own hands to feel for the gap in the back of her neck, pulling her hair to either side as I thrust my head into her darkness. I fumbled around only for a second; all the experience of wearing Jessica and Grace making me quite adept at this, before I found the inside of her features.

My bigger nose filled hers, my rougher lips found the inside of her softer ones, and I closed my eyes as I aligned with her sockets. The pressure built to it’s crescendo, pins and needles as my vision went white, and then just as suddenly and forcefully as it had begun, it was over.

When I opened my eyes, I was all Jenny.

“Hmm, hmm, let’s have a little peek at your memories, huh?”

My words sounded so teasing and fun coming out in Jenny’s cute voice, as I closed freshly stolen eyes and peeked into her memories. It came in a huge rush, being born into a big, loving family. Fighting with her brothers and sisters, but less in a way where real feelings are hurt, and more like the sparky bickering that shows genuine closeness. Celebrating her Bat Mitzvah, her family being way too generous with the gifts, feeling equal parts embarrassed and loved.

Experimenting with her style in her later high school years, being drawn to vintage styles, learning to sew and even create her own clothes as a hobby. Dating a few guys, nothing serious, but also feeling a forbidden, confused, difficult to resist pull towards girls. Finding Grace so cute when she saw her, and immediately admiring how genuine she seemed to be. Wanting to be her friend, and learn more about her…

Yeah… you’re a good person Jenny.

A warm smile came to my lips. There were few ways to judge someone’s character better than being them, and I knew that Jenny was a genuine and kind person.

I hope that Grace really does become friends with you. It’s probably not the healthiest for her to spend all her time with her boyfriend, especially when a lot of that time he’s wearing her everything and living her life.

I stood, hurrying to pull on Jenny’s panties and bra, knowing I really didn’t have much time before our absence was suspicious.

Mhmm, oh my God… her panties are still warm.

Of course, this usually happened, but it always felt so erotic to notice it. Jenny’s panties now sitting snug around her pussy lips, MY pussy lips. They were still warm, she’d been wearing them all day. It was so hot to think that the panties that’d been covering her most intimate place were on me now, and even hotter to think her pussy was mine now too.

Almost involuntarily, images flooded my mind. Drinking and having fun at Karaoke, the three of us getting more and more carried away. Caving and kissing Aaron when Grace is away, feeling his hands on my breasts, fumbling to get my overalls off. Fucking him in the karaoke booth, moaning into his ears, cheating on my girlfriend in the skin of her new girl friend, fucking a guy so shamelessly.

Other, even more compelling visions followed, kissing Grace when Aaron was away instead. Feeling her soft lips, two girls exploring each-others bodies, feeling Grace’s tongue in my mouth, on my breasts, in my slit. Two bi-sexual girls caving and exploring their hidden feelings, moaning as all their sticky, intimate little fantasies about another woman were realized.

Best of all, that wouldn’t even be cheating… Grace would get to enjoy her fantasies and still be with me under this skin.

I giggled a little, dreamily, my pussy aching ever so slightly with desire, before I shook off the haze of temptation and hurried into the rest of Jenny’s clothes.

Seriously, I have to get it together. Why is it everytime I get into a girl’s skin, I just immediately start becoming so slutty?

I did still laugh at the thought though. It was undeniably hot getting to be a girl, and in a weird way I just felt so much more confident sexually as one. Maybe the years of repression wanting it just made it hotter, and now that every dirty little fantasy was mine to realize, I just couldn’t resist?

“And now, finally, I have to add my glasses.”

Jenny’s vision ultimately wasn’t that bad; she seemed to have trouble seeing longer distances, rather that shorter, so in this cubicle at least I could see okay even without them. Slipping them on though, it immediately felt better. As myself, I didn’t normally wear glasses, so anytime I did I was rather aware of them, and they felt like a somewhat alien imposition. Jenny, though, was well used to them, so now that I was her in every way, so was I.

Fully in her clothes, and my waiting girlfriend fully in hers even deflated, I let my skinwalker spines tear free of Jenny’s cute fingers.

“Gosh, they always look so much scarier coming from a girl. I guess the contrast is stronger between the cute hands and the awful, monstrous spines.”

I laughed in Jenny’s voice at my observation, before stabbing Grace.