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I woke without opening my eyes. I held completely still. Surely it must have been a dream. Surely I must have imagined the whole thing.

But as I opened a stranger's eyes, looked through them at a stranger's hands pulling back the covers, I realise that I really was wearing the skin of this girl, Sarah. It was the most bizarre feeling ever, as if her skin was my own, and I had been in it for her whole life. Shaking the drowsiness and weirdness from my head, I got up and brushed my teeth. A glimpse in the mirror was another shock: I had forgotten how beautiful I was now.

"Sarah? Wake up, c'mon." I spoke, standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Huh… oh… morning…" Sarah's mental voice drifted back into focus. "… I never asked your name, did I?"
"Hey there." I smiled and sat down to eat. "It's Alex. By the way, I have to buy some computer stuff today, and I need to take you off for a while when I go out…"
Immediately I felt Sarah's spirits plummet. "Oh.. but… can't I come with you?"
"I'm sorry but…" I felt bad for her again, after what she said about the cold of being empty. "But I don't know if I can go around as a girl, and the guys down at the shop give me a discount…"
"Oh… okay." Sarah capitulated, and with a squelching sound the skin on my face began to twist and pull, until it slid off and fell back like a hood. Her body became cold and I felt even worse. Once the strange skin had dropped to my feet, I gently laid it on the couch and got dressed.
"Sorry, I won't be long, I promise!" I called, before closing the door and locking it.

It was about 15 minutes later when I got back, and when I opened the door Sarah wasn't over the couch. I peered into the room before closing the door, then took off my jacket and hung it up.
"Sarah?" I called, and a second later something leapt out from the shadows and slid over my skin like oil. Ten seconds of stretching and morphing later Sarah stood in my clothes, holding my keys and shopping bags.

"… Glad to see me I suppose?" I remarked, putting down my purchases in the living room.
Her voice giggled contentedly in my head. "I was thinking about something earlier. Can you take me around to my flat so I can get my clothes and stuff? I don't want to linger there, that… guy might come back. He knows where I live, he dumped some of my stuff there."
"Oh, okay, of course." I agreed, and we headed out the door. "But won't anyone else be looking for you?"
Sarah shook her head and said "No, I live alone as well, and I didn't exactly make many friends at college…"
I smirked and said "I'm the same, I only know about three people outside university… and at my work they're just morons."
"Hehehe, I suppose we would be the best of friends already, right?"

When we got to her flat we found the place turned upside down: drawers strewn across the floor, seats overturned and floorboards torn up.
"They think you were hiding here, perhaps?" I suggested, and Sarah nodded. Creeping into her bedroom, I took a back seat while she changed into matching black panties and a bra, then a pink blouse, plaid skirt, black tights and trainers. I strained to stop myself getting aroused, watching her pull her things onto my body, wrapping me in them. We gathered the rest of her clothing and stuff up into two travel cases and I dragged them back to my place, trying to avoid eye contact with others on the way, feeling even more strange wrapped up in feminine garb.

After we dumped the cases in my room, I dropped onto the bed, examining Sarah's body once more. It felt so awkwardly good, sitting in her body and wearing her clothes, and out of curiosity I slid a soft hand down her skirt and underneath her tights.
"What are you doing?" she said, tensing up. I gently massaged down there, and the pleasure was almost instantaneous, crashing like waves all over.

"Oh! Holy fuh… " I gasped, never having experienced it quite like this. Sarah moaned and gasped in my head as well, and soon our voices blended together in orgasmic bliss, rubbing harder and harder down there. I was delighted to find that it didn't just climax and end like normal, it just kept going and going, getting better every time.

A good while later, we lay there panting and sweaty, wrapped up and contained inside each other.
"Wow… " I uttered, breathless and delirious. "That's way better than… whoa."
"I wouldn't… know… whoo!" Sarah lifted her hand to brush her hair out of her face, feeling the glowing red cheeks and grinning. "Now this is lovely and warm!" She curled up on the bed, skirt askew and tights around her knees, squirming in delight. "I knew it was a good idea to bind to you!"

I just lay in shock, not wanting to disturb this blissful calm I drifted in. For a long moment we lay there together. The silence was shattered by a knock on the door, and we both jumped with fright. Hastily pulling her underwear and tights back up, I flattened her skirt and gingerly stepped towards the door. A look through the peephole revealed it was the milk guy, who I had neglected to pay for a couple of weeks and who would probably be pissed if I didn't answer again, so I crept back and grabbed some money to pay him with.

Upon opening the door he froze, staring straight into my female eyes.
"Um… milk money, please. £3.39…"
I hastily shoved 3.50 into his hand and told him to keep the change, then nearly slammed the door in my rush to break the contact with him. Sarah giggled in my head, amused by the awkwardness.
"Wow, you're one for conversation aren't you!"
"I'm still not used to being… you…" I blushed and stepped back into the living room, giving her tights a pull up and flattening her skirt down. "It's some kind of magic how you keep from flashing everyone wearing this…"

"Heheh, wanna try on some other outfits?" Sarah smirked, amused by how awkward I was in her body. She walked over to her cases, pulling out a ton of clothes, of all different styles. "It'll be fun!"
I blushed like hell the whole time we stood in front of that mirror, sliding in and out of her outfits, first a modern woollen jumper + skinny jeans combo, then a tight black dress and fishnet stockings with heels, and then a poofy black skirt and tank top. It was when she was posing seductively in a schoolgirl's uniform, coyly lifting the pleats of her skirt, that I thought to take out my phone and snap a few pics.

"A few mementos?" she said, revelling in my uneasy bliss in the situation. "Let me help you with that…" She began squeezing her chest and toying with her thigh-high socks, photographing it all with gleeful naughtiness, and I felt it all, completely at the mercy of her devilish seduction. I slid my hands all over, feeling the smoothness, taking it all in.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"You have no idea..." I whispered, moving a hand beneath her skirt once more.