It was a bright and sunny morning, waking up in a warm bed was always a blessing. For those that have seen her true slug form, she was called a monster. She couldn't remember her name or where she came from. She did recall an early memory where someone was yelling names at her, one stuck out "Demi" - that sounded like it was a good fit. She knew she wasn't a demon because a priest had thrown holy water on her and had no effect. Not that she would tell anyone that name, but when you're alone as much as she was, she needed to name herself something.
Regardless, her fate was that she survived by jumping into people's bodies and feeding off of their sexual energy and fluids. It did get old sometimes, the sex part. Sure, the physical release felt good, but she never felt the emotional connection. If someone said they loved her, she knew it was the person she was controlling and not actually hers. There were some that were seemingly nice to her, Liam for example, seemed like he wanted to genuinely help her. Not that he had a choice when she took his body.
All she wanted was to just live life in a body. It could do so many things that her normal form could not do, and she envied it. Those people who took life for granted irritated her the most and she would find herself more careless than someone who seemed nicer, like Liam. She did have to be careful though. If her body orgasms, it will automatically eject her out uncontrollably and it usually knocks her out too. Not that she was looking for sex or to masturbate in a body. Still, that was a hard lesson to learn.
For the moment, all of that was behind her as she was ready to with her usual plans after getting a new body. She had stopped by the local department store to get some special food and accessories before coming back to his apartment. Things that she knew they likely wouldn't have, especially guys. She had done this so many times that she had this process down well for the most part.
Just avoiding sex was the easy part, the biggest downside is that her time in a body was limited to about a week. She guessed it was either the strain of her draining the energy from their body, or maybe people figure out how to wake up. Who knows, but in any case, it gave her a figure on what to expect and to make the most of it.
The steamy hot shower was very nice, in her natural form, water didn't have the same tactile feeling that it does with a body -- it felt like she was in a shell. Closing her eyes, she ran her soapy hands all over feeling how great it felt. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his dick and started to think about how good it did feel when she was in those other bodies.
It wasn't long before she felt herself getting erect. She opened her eyes to see it holding straight in front of her. She couldn't help but rub her hand up and down the shaft. "Mm." she moaned with his voice, "Told you have a nice one." Just because she couldn't orgasm didn't mean she couldn't take notice of her body's qualities. She did, however, need to make herself stop to avoid any accidents.
Getting the shaving cream out, she lathered it onto her face and manhood. She had gotten quite good at this task over the years. She didn't know how to describe that she loved the feeling of hairless smooth skin on herself.
As she stepped out of the shower, she patted herself dry, hanging the towel up before standing in front of the mirror. She admired her handiwork; he looked quite different with no facial hair. After placing the after shave, she then spent a good 10 minutes cleaning up the eyebrows and style his hair. The reflection looking back at her was a man who looked unassuming, yet there was something about the eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mischief. She smiled at her reflection, liking what she saw hoping that maybe when Liam was back in control, he might like some of these changes. She had to admit, he was a good-looking guy and would be ashamed to admit that it turned her on seeing him naked and it gave her another pretty solid erection. She looked down before rolling her eyes, "young men" she scoffed.
Forgoing clothes, she walked through the apartment towards the kitchen. She ignored the cluttered counters and the dishes in the sink, instead pulling out the ingredients she needed from the fridge for some breakfast. She cracked a few eggs into a bowl, added some milk, and a dash of vanilla extract. She hummed to herself as she dipped the bread into the mixture, letting it soak up the liquid before placing it on the hot skillet. She shook her hips to the silent rhythm passively amused by the package below bouncing between her legs. The smell of the French toast started to fill the apartment, the sweet scent cutting through the stale air. She flipped the slices again, watching as they turned a golden brown. As she slid them onto a plate, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved food. Somehow, all of this came naturally to her.
Sitting down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV. As she let the French toast cool, she pulled out the nail polish from the bag on the counter, a black shade. She knew guys typically didn't put this on, and it was a bit amusing to do this on a guy - it just felt soothing to her. She flipped through the channels, settling on a reality TV show about home renovations. She didn't really care about the show, but she liked the backdrop of noise it provided. She picked up the first nail and began to paint, working slowly and carefully. She had always been good with her hands.
As the morning went on, she found herself looking out the window, feeling like it was time to get some fresh air. Putting on what she thought looked good from Liam's wardrobe, namely pants and a hoodie, she grabbed his wallet and keys to head out. Stepping outside, she couldn't resist pausing to take a deep breath of the crisp cool air as the sun started to bake its light on her skin. Just a reminder how so damn good it was to have a body again; a smile was permanently etched into her face.
She took a stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the breeze ruffling her hair. Passing by the uptown park, she saw sights of children playing on the swings and sliding down the slides brought a smile to her face. She could see the parents playing with them and the joy it brought. The envy of it all was still there in the shadows. There was a sign about an "Interactive Art Show" show coming this week. That sounded fun, at least, making a mental note to check that out.
She knew there was a mall nearby, making her way there. It's been a while since she has been and thought there might be some great things to look at. The mall itself was a shell of its former self, not as popular as she saw it once but still had some good stores. She walked through the bustling hallways; her eyes taking in the various shops and displays. There was one shop she paused at, the clothes on the mannequins caught her eye.
A short skirt in bold purple and baggy pants that made her think of the comfort she would feel in them. She walked in, her eyes scanning the racks for her size trying to recall what Liam's size might be. She browsed through the skirts, her fingers brushing against the fabric as she admired the different patterns and colors. She picked up a red one that she thought would look nice on her. She held it up to herself, admiring the way it looked just above her knees. She could already imagine herself wearing it.
Suddenly, a store helper approached her, smiling brightly. "Can I help you find anything?" It startled her, ripping her away from her own world.
"Liam? Is that you?" the helper continued, his eyes widening in recognition. "I thought that was you. How the hell have you been? You're looking... different," he added, his gaze flicking to the red skirt he was holding.
Demi struggled to keep the smile on her face, her mind racing to see how this guy would know Liam. "Oh, hey.... there," she replied, trying to sound casual. "Just out shopping. You know, stuff...for the girlfriend!" She held up the skirt, trying to act natural.
"Oh," the store helper said, raising an eyebrow, still looking at him with a slightly confused expression. She could tell he was looking at her painted fingernails as a very awkward pause fell between them. "Well alright, if you need any help, just let me know. I'm here all day."
"Will do," she said with a nod, as the helper walked away, leaving her alone in the aisle again. She let out a sigh of relief, her heart pounding in his chest. She needed to be more careful; she reminded himself. When she picked bodies, she tried to pick those that not only looked like they had some money but also not terribly social. It didn't happen often, but when it did it always gave her a jump. It also meant she needed to hide herself quickly. She put the clothes back on the shelf and scurried out of the store.
Getting home, she took her mind off of that embarrassment by thinking about what she was going to cook for dinner, maybe watch a movie, and just relax on the couch. She was determined to end it on a high note.
She put on some music, a hip hop dance playlist she found online on Liam's phone and got to work in the kitchen. Tonight's dish would be kimchi, she was practically drooling already for it. That itch for cooking was already coming back to make her feel good.
