Abby, now in Sarah's body, stood in front of the mirror. Sarah was an attractive woman, and had a good body for most clothes, but she didn't have much of a budget so her closet was sparse. She rarely dressed provocatively, so Abby knew she was in for a challenge and dove back into Sarah's closet.
Abby was wearing the first outfit she'd grabbed from the closet: a sleeveless dress, navy colored, with a high neckline and a hem that went to just above the knee. It featured a soft material and a low slung back. Abby didn't mind it, but it was not really what she had in mind. A bit too "formal gala" for what she had planned.
The second outfit was better. It was likely something Sarah would wear to a job interview. A charcoal knee-length pencil skirt and a light blue blouse. Abby unbuttoned the top few buttons to show a bit more of her chest. She willed her hair to style itself into a tight updo. She added some dark eye shadow and was pleased with what she saw. The pencil skirt really highlighted Sarah's shapely legs and narrow waist. But still, Abby thought she could do better.
Near the back of Sarah's closet, Abby found what she was looking for: a dark red wrap dress. She pulled the dress over her head, pushing the skirt down over her hips. She flipped the two sashes over her shoulders and wrapped it around, tying it tight in the back. She repositioned her breasts into the dress, and adjusted it.
Yes, this is was what she needed. The hem sat lose, 4" above her knees, but by mid-thigh it was a snug fit, showing off her curves splendidly. It clung to her hips, and was tight enough to show off her flat, firm tummy. Up top, the dress showed ample amounts of her chest, and the neckline stopped high enough that she could wear a strapless bra. The design of the dress showed off her sides and back nicely. As she spun around, she saw that the tag for the dress was still on it. Sarah had never even worn it!
She found some strappy black 3" heels, and was giggled as she admired what the heels did to her ass. Old Abby would have never worn heels in the first place, but now she seemed to be able to walk in them without any trouble.
She shifted her hair from the updo into a style with bangs and a shoulder length straight cut. She made her lips and finger nails bright red, and made her eyes look like she was wearing dark, smoky eye shadow. She was still braless, and went looking for a strapless one to wear.
After a few minutes of searching, she couldn't find anything in an acceptable color. An idea popped in her head and she went back in front of the mirror. She thought about increasing the size of her breasts a half cup size, and imagined them sitting high, forming natural cleavage, like a bra would do. Her breasts responded immediately, and grew and reshaped themselves until she had just the look she wanted. For fun, she firmed up the flesh in her breasts, and hardened her nipples, making them poke through the sheer material.
She felt good as she admired her look. She'd never dressed like this in her life, let alone looked close to this good. She was getting turned on from her own reflection, but before she let it get to her too much, she reminded herself she was actually being turned on by Sarah's reflection. As that thought rolled through her mind, she remembered her and her roommates activities the night before, realizing that thinking about Sarah still turned her on an awful lot.
Lastly, she needed to find some underwear. Confident as she was, she wasn't about to go out into the city without at least some kind of underwear on. Abby quickly found a black lace thong, looked at it uneasily, but decided to slide it up her long smooth legs. It was her first time wearing a thong, and while she expected it to be uncomfortable and "wedged" in her ass, she was pleasantly surprised at how barely noticeable it was. She'd have to remember that the next time she went shopping.
"There, I'm ready!" The real Sarah was still asleep on her bed as Abby grabbed Sarah's purse and headed for the door. She checked her phone, well actually Sarah's phone, and had only 15 minutes to get to Wil's apartment, but really she didn't care if she was late. She knew he wasn't going anywhere.
Abby walked to the end of the block, and down into the subway. She rode it all the way to the lower east side, where Wil had his place. His family had money, and paid his rent for him. She was over a half hour late, and he'd texted her multiple times wanting to know where she was. Every text she got made her more resolute about her plan.
She pressed the buzzer, and waited. The cool night air rolled over her skin. If she'd any had hair follicles below her neck, she might have gotten goose bumps. The door buzzed, and she walked in the entry, toward the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, she was almost stunned by her reflection in the stainless steel doors. The ride over she had kind of forgotten how she looked.
She gathering herself, adjusted her dress, and put her phone in her purse. She tried to center herself in her mind, reminding herself that she wasn't Abby right now, rather she was Sarah. She thought about what Sarah had said, how Wil was incredibly well endowed. She thought about Sarah's mannerisms and the way she walked, and most importantly how she sounded. She thought also about how Sarah looked.
That though caused a brief sense of arousal to flare in her. She used that to focus her attention on what she was about to do, what she wanted to do. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, had anyone been waiting for the elevator, they'd have seen Sarah staring straight ahead with a wicked toothy smile on her face. She walked, foot in front of foot, toward Wil's door, and knocked. She heard him come toward the door, she licked her lips, and felt her nipples harden.
Wil opened the door, and stood still. He drank in the image of Sarah standing in front of him. He'd seen her dressed up before, but something about this particular look made her even more attractive than he remembered.
"Whoa Sarah, babe, you look amazing! Get in here!" Wil wrapped his arm around Abby's waist and pulled her in close, kissing her firmly. Abby was surpsied for a moment, but quickly responded and kissed back, snaking her tongue into his mouth. She felt her hunger, and let it drive her to kiss with more vigor. She grabbed Wil's shirt and pulled him closer in to her. "Easy babe, there's plenty of time for that! I figured we'd eat some dinner first and try this awesome wine I bought! We need to go somewhere nice with you dressed like that, hopefully we can find something with it being a Sunday night."
Wil walked toward the kitchen. He stopped for a second, and took his phone out, spun around and took a picture of Abby. "God you look good! I need to Instagram this!" She walked over to the couch and sat, crossing her legs and laying back. She felt the hunger and it wasn't going away, but it wasn't putting her into auto-pilot like it had with the sweaty man in the lobby of her apartment.
Wil went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass. He sat down, and started speaking, "Listen, I know I was rude earlier, but sometimes you just make me crazy. I saw you dancing with that woman and it made angry. You know I don't approve of lesbianism, and that just really upset me." Abby was somewhat amused by Wil's ham-fisted attempt to apologize and justify his asshole behavior, but that didn't matter anymore, so she played along. "I know, and I'm sorry I upset you. I wanted to come over here to make it up to you."
Abby set down her wine, and grabbed Wil's hand. Her hunger was slowly moving to the forefront of her mind. The entire reason she came here was to take as much of Wil's energy as she could, so she needed to get focused and make that happen. Once she was holding Wil's hand, she reached into his mind.
Almost immediately she was shocked that Sarah would spend time with him. He was a narcissist, and treated Sarah, and almost all women he interacted with, terribly. He was incredibly self-centered, and viewed woman as nothing but accessories to show off to his friends or holes to put his dick in. Roofies, over serving women at parties, bribing them for sexual favors...the more she saw, the less pity she could muster for him. Oh, and he'd cheated on Sarah, multiple times, icing on the cake.
Inside Abby's mind, she reached a decision. She would feed on Wil, to get revenge for all the women he'd taken advantage of. She would take his sexual energy, and leave him impotent and unable to become aroused by anyone. He'd be a husk of what he was now, and that would be fiting. She started pumping out pheromones, filling the room with the subliminal scent of sex. She actively pushed his mind toward thoughts of sex.
Abby saw his face flush, and he pulled his hand away and ran it over his head. She took the break in conversation as an opportunity to pounce on him. She kissed him, licked his lips and neck, and ran her hands over his body. He immediately responded, and started kissing her back. Their tongues danced around each other as Abby crawled closer to Wil. She ran her hands along his knee, tracing further up until she was resting it on the bulge in his pants.
"I don't know what's come over me Wil, but I want you, right here, right now." She squeezed his rather large member as she finished her sentence.