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Night Skies Hotel
By Solari
My name is Mark, and I don't know how much time I have left, so I'll make
this quick: If you ever come upon the Night Skies Hotel while traveling the
world's most isolated roadways, do not stay there. The neon-lit illusion -
Yes, that's what it is, really! It's not rooted in our dimension! - is
nothing more than a red-light district beacon for the weary and unwary.
Already a guest at the Night Skies? Mistake number one, but you still have a
chance to escape unharmed. How? Follow these rules, which I learned from
experience:
1. Don't be tempted by the luxury suites. Stay in economy.
2. Avoid the Olympic-sized swimming pool. There's more to it than meets the eye.
3. Ignore the gaming tables and the slot machines. You can lose more than your
money.
4. Stay away from the bar. It mixes some wicked drinks, and I mean wicked.
5. Avoid the adult shows the hotel offers, and skip the adult channels on the
in-hotel television system. They're not worth the price of admission, if you
get my drift.
6. Above all else, do not interact with the employees more than
you have to. They have a hidden agenda, and a good night's sleep is the last
thing they want you to get.
If you do this, you should be able to leave at check-out the next day, and
the Night Skies will fade away. If you don't, things change. I know. I didn't
follow my own rules, and now I'm trapped in my luxury suite, awaiting an
uncertain fate as I write this on some anonymous Internet bulletin board.
I think I'm changing into one of them. I'm becoming an employee of the hotel.
I don't know what I'll be doing. They've locked me into my suite. I'm scared.
It was all fun and games last night with all the hotel offered - booze,
dancing, gaming and women. Women were everywhere, it seemed. Not many male
employees, I guess. I heard a woman crying in the room next to mine not too
long ago. But then she started laughing and cooing. This place is strange and
the walls are too thin. I'm scared. But I've said that already, haven't I?
I light up a long, slender cigarette and pull gently on it, the rich creamy
white smoke filling my mouth and lungs. I release a plume of smoke and bring
the Capri 120 back to my full, sensuous mouth. Funny. I never smoked before
in my life, but now it seems natural. I've smoked half a pack of Capri 120
superslims since waking up this morning, my mouth growing fuller and more
pouty with each cigarette. I can't stop. Nervousness? I hope so, but if that
packet they left on my bed is any indication, it's just the first of my
changes. It's an employee orientation packet, with my job title left blank.
It's mid-morning. I'm hot and sweaty. It figures the air conditioner doesn't
work right now. I strip down to my underwear. My skin seems a lot more
sensitive now, and I'm shedding body hair like I've experienced chemotherapy.
Which I haven't, by the way. My scalp itches, but my hair isn't falling out
there. Not yet, anyway.
Now it's hard to see while I type this. No, I'm not going blind. It's my
hair. It's longer now, and it's darkened. I used to have ice blond hair. Not
anymore. I watched in the mirror as it slowly turned jet black and began
creeping down past my ears. At the rate it's going, I'm going to have a mane
of thick, luscious dark hair before very long. I've been reading the employee
orientation packet to pass the time (and to just do something). It's somewhat
interesting. Maybe I'm going to become some long-haired in-house rock star
for a stage show or something. I could live with that, and it'd be something
to tell my grandchildren: Yessire, your grandpa was the Elvis for the Night
Skies Hotel! And he got paid handsomely, too! I don't think I'll tell them
about the part involving me being locked up in my suite, though. It'd just
bring up uncomfortable questions.
Something isn't right. It's noon, and I don't think Elvis had emerald green
eyes. Well, I didn't either. I do now. I watched them change in the mirror,
from sky blue to emerald green in maybe a minute or two. I need a cigarette.
I tap a Capri 120 from its pack and place it in my now-soft and luscious
mouth. I go to light it up, but an ache in my fingers gets my attention.
My nails are growing longer. I suppose I should be concerned, but for some
reason I just can't be as I see my nails stretch to nearly a half-inch beyond
the tips of my fingers. I light my Capri 120 up and inhale deeply, admiring
how erotic the long, slender cigarette looks now, held between my long-nailed
fingers.
As I write this, it approaches mid-afternoon. I know what's happening to me
now, but I just can't get angry about it. Don't feel like it. I'm
transforming into a woman. A raven-haired, green-eyed long- nailed wench
who's got a sassy pouty mouth and a bad (yet erotic) smoking habit. I try to
muster up some righteous anger, to pound on my locked door. But it's not
there. Was it ever? Oh, I also noticed something else, too: The aerolae
surrounding my nipples have widened and darkened. The nipples themselves have
swollen to twice their former male size, and are exquisitely sensitive. They
also stick out like pencil erasers. The sun is low on the horizon now. My
whole body aches from one degree to another. I must be changing on the
inside, too. But I still have my penis and my flat chest. Maybe this is all
some horrible practical joke and I'll wake up soon and find myself in a very
normal Night Skies Hotel, with cleaning staff knocking on my door. A searing
bolt of heat, emanating from my crotch, spikes up through my chest. OUCH! Ah,
hell, it's real. Something like that would've jolted me from any nightmare I
might've been ...
... I gasp as a slight swelling becomes evident behind my now-female nipples
and dark aerolae. It's barely discernable, but the supple mounds of my
budding breasts have finally started to show themselves. I press my
long-nailed hands against the slight mounds, ignoring the sheer pleasure of
my hands rubbing my nipples, desperate for once to do something to show the
hotel that I'm not just going to roll over and willingly become one of its
employees. It's a futile gesture. I can only watch as my hands are pushed
away from my chest by my expanding tits. Buds quickly grow into an "A" cup,
which then swell into a "B" cup which, in turn, swells outward into a "C"
cup. A small smile replaces the concerned look on my face as my "C" cup
melons expand into the "D" cup range. I thrust my heavy chest outward,
suddenly proud of my large, firm breasts that are topped by big, sensitive
nipples and wide, dark aerolae. I pull out another Capri 120 and gently rub
its white filter across my nipples, shivering at the pleasurable sensation. I
light up, inhale deeply, and then release a stream of creamy white smoke over
my new breasts. I think I might like this after all.
It's a beautiful sunset outside, I bet. But right now, it could be cloudy and
storming and I wouldn't know it. I'm too busy with other things, like being
sprawled out on the floor of my suite on all fours, watching my hips swell
and my buttocks widen. My underwear is stretched taunt for a moment or two
before it rips off, leaving me completely naked and my new pear-shaped ass
glistening with hot sweat. I shake my head, my long jet-black mane of hair
nearly tickling my new feminine buttocks. I bet I'm shrinking, too.
I crawl up onto the bed and settle down on my soft, plump buttocks, marveling
as the fat deposits continue to sculpt that part of my body into its feminine
counterpart. My long, soft fingers reach for a fresh Capri 120. I light it up
and savor the smoke as my face joins the rest of my body in softening and
growing rounder ... I'm really beginning to feel at home here in the hotel. I
wonder what my job will be? Drink mixer? Front desk? Gaming attendant?
Showgirl? Household? Management? So many questions, so few answers. I spread
my soft, supple legs, and gaze down at my erect penis, which hasn't gone
anywhere. Yet. But as I watch, a patch of skin begins to get itchy, reddens,
and suddenly sprouts dark pubic hair that rapidly thickens and takes on an
inverted triangle shape. It points down at my penis.
Before long, my erection goes flaccid. I feel my balls slowly pull up and
into my body, undoubtedly turning into ovaries. I wonder if my uterus is
already in place, or if that comes after the ovaries? My questions are
forgotten for the moment as I witness the slow, but inevitable, development
of my pussy.
My scrotal sac tightens, and then splits and fuses into my outer labial lips.
There's no going back now, I think, as inner labial lips begin to develop and
sink into my body, and as my penis dwindles and pinkens into a clitoris, a
sheath of flesh encompassing it. A slight Venus mound forms, and my new pussy
begins to lubricate itself ...
A quake rumbles through my body, and my mind, well, it begins to wander
slightly as a slew of hormones alter it. I focus again after a few moments
have passed and smile. I bring my Capri 120 back up to my mouth and take a
drag from it as, once again, I look over the employee orientation packet.
Releasing a plume of creamy white smoke from my mouth, I notice that my
position has been filled in at long last.
I'm going to be a dancer.
Well, it's not the same as being a rock star, I suppose. But I bet I'll be
able to do my part for my new employer, the Night Skies Hotel. We aim to
please the customer any which way we can.
And sex is the best part. It's where we get most our new employees from. The
booze, gambling and swimming account for rest.
But why am I telling you this? I don't know. In fact, I'd delete this whole
thing, except that it's been written in real time and is now on the Internet.
Ah well, I'm sure the hotel won't suffer from the lapse of the man I used to
be.
See you all soon, sweeties. We always have room for more!
Marissa
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