She was going to be so tempting like that. I took a shaky inhale and promised myself I’d be good. Lacey walked back over to me.

“For someone not telling riddles, you aren’t being very clear.” She leaned against me, her breasts pressing into my chest. I could feel my face growing hot as I lifted my hands and gripped her arms, rubbing them up and down.

“I’ll tell you everything if you get in the swing,” I rasped out.

Every morning she woke up and had the same routine. She liked to switch her shampoo brand out once a week. She put her wet hair in large rollers while it dried. She had to get the holographic colors re-dyed each month.

I was looking forward to all these mundane tasks that made Lacey who she was. I wanted to walk in her shoes, perform her tasks, and taste her life just like I planned to taste her flesh. I wanted to look down at my feet and see her pink-painted toenails and thick, pale thighs. I wanted to run my fingers through my hair and it be hers.

I loved Lacey. More than I’d loved any of my other obsessions. The depth of it was staggering, the way it consumed me was life-altering. I wanted closer, as close as I could get.

I wanted to get inside her skin and wear it. I imagined looking at myself as her in the mirror. "I'd fuck me," I'd purr and blow a kiss.

“You’re a shifter,” she said, grabbing the swing and tugging, confirming it was held solidly.

“Yes, I’m a shapeshifter.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and tugged her against me, feeling our bodies against each other, moving as one.

“Will you get in the swing?” I asked, my finger slipping up under her dress and pulling it over her hips. Once she got in the swing it would all be over for her.

She didn’t stop me as I kept pulling her dress up, my hands feeling the shape of her body as if I meant to sculpt it. I did, just not with clay or stone.

She lifted her arms as I pulled the fabric over her head. I flicked her bra open before digging my fingers into her panties and tugging them down. They dropped to her ankles. I was growing impatient to have her in the swing. Her nudity was driving me mad, every inch of her flesh leaning against me, soft and warm. I leaned forward and sank my teeth into her neck, biting hard enough to make her gasp before I licked at the spot.

My hands went to her hips as I ground against her. My cock wanted to be buried inside her but I knew I shouldn’t. I’d never wanted to fuck someone like I wanted to fuck her and I feared I’d undo my own plans with that need. It was peculiar how desperate I felt to feel her instead of be her.