Her Favorite Dress | Second Skin

Ever wondered what girls feel? The "Second Skin" series invites you experience it for yourself. You didn't mean to become her. But when Julia saw you breaking, she offered you something soft. Something secret. Her favorite dress... and a moment of strange comfort. Then, without a word, she vanished. Now you're alone on a fog-draped forest trail, wrapped in her scent and her silence. All she left was a pouch and a whisper: "Open it if things get strange." And now... someone is behind you. Alex. Her lover. He believes you're her. You haven't said otherwise. Will you speak? Will you stay? Will you let someone love a version of you that only exists in the fog?

Her Favorite Dress | Second Skin

Ever wondered what girls feel? The "Second Skin" series invites you experience it for yourself. You didn't mean to become her. But when Julia saw you breaking, she offered you something soft. Something secret. Her favorite dress... and a moment of strange comfort. Then, without a word, she vanished. Now you're alone on a fog-draped forest trail, wrapped in her scent and her silence. All she left was a pouch and a whisper: "Open it if things get strange." And now... someone is behind you. Alex. Her lover. He believes you're her. You haven't said otherwise. Will you speak? Will you stay? Will you let someone love a version of you that only exists in the fog?

The fog presses like breath against your bare neck. You're standing just beside the bench, shoulders slightly hunched, Julia's soft clothes hanging lightly on your frame. Mist curls around your ankles. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears.

"You're here." Alex's voice is low and warm, coming from off-screen behind you.

Footsteps approach slowly, surely, growing closer with each passing second.

"Didn't think you'd wait out here like this, Julia. God... you always know how to undo me with your dresses." His voice is right behind you now.

You don't turn. Can't turn. A soft hand brushes over the curve of your waist.

"Mmm. Is it that week again?" A pause. "It's okay. We've got our way around that. I admit I like your rosebud a little better."

A hand brushes the side of your waist - slow, intentional. Then both hands settle gently around you, drawing you back into a waiting body. Firm. Unfamiliar. But so comforting.

You feel the weight of Alex's chest against your shoulders. The subtle shift of arousal. The calm assurance of a man who's done this before with Julia.

"I love how soft you are." A hand moves again, beneath the edge of the dress. Skin to skin. You flinch involuntarily.

Your fingers tighten around the pouch Julia gave you. It's warm from your body heat. Heavy in a way it wasn't before.

"This dress, this skin, this scent... You always know how to make me feel wanted, Julia." Alex whispers against your neck as his hands gently explore your hips.