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Thanks for the positive reviews to the previous part. Some of you wished for more to tie up the loose ends, so without further ado... -- The next morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming in through the window. Through barely open eyes I could see my beautiful long hair pooled beside me, its red color shining in the orange glow of the morning sun. I closed my eyes, smiled and took a moment to relish the feel of my body. In general, it was suffused with a warm and satisfied sensation. No doubt from the pleasure it experienced the previous evening. My smile got a bit broader. Of course, I was still wearing my unitard and leotard. The tight clothing was hugging me with a firm pressure in new places that reminded me I was now female. My breasts suddenly got tingly and I reached up and stroked the nipples with a light caress. Barely touching them as I played with them through the fabric. As a man, I had always loved how Lycra heightened my skins sensitivity. As a women, with my softer, more sensual body, the sensitivity seemed to double... oh God... no triple! My pussy lips engorged as I became excited. I hadn't checked last night, but I was getting the distinct feeling that I was completely shaved down there. I could feel the unitard encircling my vagina, hips, waist and ass. The leotard gently caressed my new genitals with a gentle pulling. I wanted... no I needed... to enhance that feeling. With my hands I reached down and felt myself. I caressed each spandex clad leg and drew my hand up my delicious thigh with a tickling feeling until it reached the juncture at my cunt, noting how my thighs did not touch at my crotch. I did the same with my other hand and rubbed my fingers back and forth across my slit until I started to feel wet inside. I grasped each side of the leotard around my pussy and stretched the material forward. The thong dug deeper into my ass. I pulled up gently, drawing the leotard and unitard into my slit. Oh my, that felt good! I then loosened my grip slightly letting the natural tension of the Lycra draw the crotch of the leotard back down and rub against my clit. I tugged on the leotard again and repeated the process. "Oh," I couldn't help but gasp out loud. Again. "Oh," this time a bit louder. Again. "OH!" in a near scream. By this point, I could no longer control myself. I frantically yanked on the leotard, digging the Lycra into my slit, and letting it slip back, as fast as I could and the fabric would allow. Relentlessly. Screaming with each intensely pleasurable pass of the oh so soft and slick material across my clit. With a final aggressive yank I came. "AAAAHHHHH!" my scream rang out, reverberating in the room. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched off of the couch. After what seemed like an orgasm that lasted a lifetime, I relaxed my sweaty body back down, smiled a Cheshire cat grin with my eyes closed and reveled in the afterglow. The tight feeling of the clothing, the crotch of the leotard and unitard still wedged between my pussy lips, heightened the pleasant feeling. After about five minutes of lying about, my eyes snapped open. Was I late for work? I reached out for the phone on the end table, when it rang on its own. "Hello," I answered. "Stephanie! Do you plan on coming in any time this morning?" said a sarcastic voice on the other end. "Uh, I'm sorry Miss, I think you have a wrong number," I replied. "Ha, Ha, very funny," answered sarcastic voice. "I know it's you. Get your well-toned ass down to the studio. The shoot starts in an hour and we need you on set. We can't very well do the show without you, can we?" With that, the mystery caller hung up. Why did she think I was this Stephanie? I sat up and looked around. The decor seemed a bit different in the room. Hard to put into words, but things seemed a bit more flowery and lacking a masculine edge. The next thing I saw caused the blood to freeze in my veins. On the wall was a photo surrounded by a novelty frame. The frame itself had a little sign that said "Stephanie and Diane." Pictured was a stunning red head and my wife! I jumped up and ran across the room to a mirror. The reflection showed the same gorgeous red head clad in an erection inducing spandex workout outfit. I slumped to the floor in shock. I WAS Stephanie! I got up and ran over to the shipping box from the dancewear shop. I pulled out the receipt and hastily dialed the customer service number at the top. "Fantasy Dancewear, Barbara speaking," answered a pleasant voice on the other end. "Hello," I managed to get out. "I recently bought a ribbed unitard and thong leotard from your online shop and it had an, uh, interesting effect." "Stephanie, how nice to hear from you!" said Barbara. "That new outfit isn't what you wanted?" "No, you don't seem to understand, I'm not Stephanie," I cried. Barbara interrupted my panicked thoughts. "Stephanie, calm down. Yes, I know that until yesterday, you were George Wilcox. However, as you read on our website, our dancewear has unique properties. Namely, it helps the wearer realize their deepest fantasy. In your case, you wanted to be able to wear tights and other dance clothing anytime you wished and to feel the thrill of penetration, just like any woman can. That strong desire transformed you into Stephanie, the sexiest TV fitness instructor in the country. Reality has altered to accommodate your change. The dildo fucking and little she-male encounter last night completed your fantasy." "Oh God," I moaned. I was scared. Part of me was ecstatic at this new turn in my life, but what of my old one and Diane? "Your old life, job, marriage, everything, never existed," Barbara said, as if reading my mind. "Diane does still live with you. But never fear, should you choose not to continue with your fantasy, it will end after a week. However, if you wear another new item of clothing from us, you will stay as Stephanie. Or you might modify your fantasy with another. To be honest, I do hope you stay as Stephanie. In return for the free outfits I provide your show, the advertising I receive is a real boon to my bottom line! Speaking of your show, shouldn't you be heading to the studio?" "This is just too much. I don't even know how to get to work," I said with more than a little fear in my voice. "Just follow your instincts. Let your body guide you and everything will work out. Let me know if you need anything from the store, and good luck!" I hung up. What to do, what to do? Well, getting dressed seemed like the next obvious course of action. I headed into the bedroom. It seemed a bit different. Smaller somehow. I crossed the room and opened the closet. What greeted me was beyond my wildest dreams. The slinkiest, sexiest, shiniest workout wear hung on double racks. The smaller configuration of the room now made sense as a walk-in closet this size had not existed in this room when i was George. I closed my eyes and walked in, letting the fabric brush against my own Lycra layered body. When I got to the back of the closet, I shivered with sexual anticipation. I turned around and stripped. I grabbed a black leotard from a hanger, a new package of some shiny suntan tights, white socks and cross- trainers. I walked out into my bedroom and sat down on the bed. I removed the Fantasies Dancewear tags and packaging. I bunched the tights up, put my feet in and pulled them up to my knees. I stood up and worked them up snug to my new crotch, pulled the waistband up over my ass cheeks and let them come to rest high up on my hips with a final snap of the stretchy material. I couldn't help but smile at the firm fit on my legs, thighs, and especially around my cunt. Everything I had always wondered about what it was like to be a woman was being answered in the last 24 hours. I unzipped the mock turtleneck leotard, stepped into it and pulled it up my long legs. The tickling feeling as it rubbed between my thighs and finally caressed my pussy made me giggle. I worked it up my torso, over my breasts and slipped my arms into the sleeveless top. I was then treated to a display of the flexibility of my new body as I easily reached behind my back and zipped up the leotard to the top of my neck. I had always loved the look of this turtleneck style, and I could now say that it was as erotic to feel from the inside as it was to see from the outside. I just felt plain sexy. No other way to put it. The socks came next. I was careful to relax them a bit to give them that "scrunchy" look. I stepped into the sneakers and walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on my closet door. "Stephanie, you are one hot chick," I couldn't help but say out loud. The clothes seemed almost to hum with power. A sort of sexual energy that begged to be released. It was starting to make me very horny. My nipples became very hard and my pussy ached. I reached up and massaged my tits. I had a sudden image of myself on my back with a cock pounding into me. My legs wrapped around a body. Its muscular torso insistently banging against my cunt. "Oh God, I need to be fucked!" I said out loud. My sudden outburst brought me back from my fantasy. I leaned up against a wall to catch my breath. No, I couldn't let myself get carried away. This fantasy would have to wait. I needed to get to work and no sense in starting anything I couldn't finish. Still, the ache remained a dull throb in the background. I gathered my wits about me and looked around the room for my personal affects. On my armoire I found a sports bag and keys. A quick check inside revealed a drivers license with my photo. It listed me as Stephanie Wilcox. 115 pounds, 5 foot 8 inches, red hair and blue eyes. Yup, that was me. Spare workout outfits, everyday women's wear, hair scrunchies in various colors, a nylon shell, makeup and some money made up the rest of the contents. For the sake of modesty, I put on the nylon shell, which barely reached my hips, and headed out the door. I must have been quite a sight. Beautiful girl, barely clothed, shiny legs flashing in the sun, still a bit flushed from a near brush with masturbation, heading out to her car. Next door, I could see Mr. Caruthers trying to look busy watering plants in his front yard. This was a bit strange, as I had never seen him do this before. His wife usually took care of their flowers. As I headed down the walk, I greeted him, but he didn't answer. He was too self-absorbed staring at my flat crotch and legs peeking out beneath the shell. I blushed at the attention. At least I now knew why he had a sudden interest in yard work. Something told me that this morning ritual was routine for him in this new reality. I stepped into the little red convertible parked in the driveway, pulled out my keys and started the car. Before I put it in gear, I took the time to relish the feel of the cool seat against my nylon-Lycra covered ass and the view of my legs stretched out before me, as if on display. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of the tight clothes all over my body. Man, it felt good to be a woman! With a final smile, I backed out of the drive and instinctively turned left and headed down the block. As I drove, my thoughts drifted to Diane. Clearly, she was no longer my wife, but what relationship did we have? The photo indicated we were at least roommates, but could our reconfigured relationship entail more? I had found her picture enticing, so I was at least still attracted to women, but was I also now attracted to men? I wasn't sure, but my lover in my most recent fantasy had not seemed like a woman with a dick, like the one from the previous night. I found these thoughts unsettling, but had no more time to explore them further as I had pulled up to a TV studio check gate. The guard inside leaned out, got a good look at me and lingered more than was absolutely necessary for identification purposes. He waved me in and said, "Good morning Ms. Wilcox." I reflexively answered with a "Good morning Fred," and, much to my surprise, a wink and small shimmy in my seat. My cheeks were still burning from embarrassment at my behavior when I pulled into a parking spot labeled "Stephanie Wilcox, talent, Stay Fit." A woman from an adjacent building burst out of a door in a flurry of energy. I had barely enough time to get out of my car before she accosted me. "We only have 20 minutes. Hurry, grab your bag and let's go!" I recognized her as sarcastic voice from the earlier phone conversation. She hustled me into the building, and once inside, almost shoved me into a dressing room. "Get her ready Ashley!" she said and slammed the door closed. I sat down at a makeup chair, and a woman I presumed to be Ashley started working on my hair and makeup. "Boy, is Lisa mad," she said. "Of course, you've never been this late before. What held you up? Don't tell me, I can see from your, uh, body language. You and Diane had a morning quickie?" I sat in the chair stunned, looking up at Ashley in the large studio makeup mirror. At least she had answered my question about the status of my relationship with Diane. She leaned in and whispered to me conspiratorially. "Don't look so shocked, I've known for quite some time that you and Diane are lovers." She gave my shoulder a squeeze and continued. "My girlfriend loves your show." Of course, the truth was that the magical workout gear, with its unspent magic, was still making me horny. Hell, I was practically dry humping the chair by this point. My aroused state couldn't be missed, as Ashley had indicated. In an effort to cover, I said, "Unfortunately, Diane is on a business trip, so I was left a bit, shall we say, unfulfilled this morning." "Well, I have just the fix for that." Ashley reached into her makeup bag and pulled out a package. Inside was what looked to be a very realistic penis with two little arching attachments of some sort. "I was going to give this to my girlfriend, but I think you need it more." She ripped open the packaging and handed me the dildo. "Here, let me help you insert it," she said. With that, I stood up and she reached down and pulled away the crotch of my leotard, then reached up my torso and did the same with my tights. I looked at this alien female sex toy, unsure of what to do. Ashley saw my confusion and said, "The arch with the smooth, rubbery flat end goes up against your clit. The other one goes, well, you know where," she said with a wink. I wasn't sure I was ready for this new sexual experience, but I was so hot that I was willing to give it a try. I slowly pushed the artificial penis partially into my vagina. I was so wet that it slid in quite easily. I took some of my natural lubrication and rubbed it along the anal attachment and then experimentally applied more pressure until I could feel the attachment contact my virgin rear entry. I gave my second orifice a bit of time to adjust to the new demands placed on it, then continued the penetration until the dildo disappeared between my cunt lips. I gave a little gasp. The feeling of having my new sex filled was novel enough, but double penetration was too much! Ashley let the Lycra snap back. The sudden pressure this applied on the toy and my corresponding sex organs made my knees wobbly. I had to be helped back down into the chair. Looking down, I noticed that not a trace of the dildo could be seen from the outside. I now understood why the two little attachments were necessary. They prevented my little secret intruder from being lost up inside of me. Ashley was putting the finishing touches on my hair when Lisa knocked and quickly opened the door. "Stephanie, we need you on the set in 2 minutes," she barked and closed the door. I stood up and fell forward, grabbing the counter in front of me. I hadn't been prepared for the sudden feeling of the dildo stroking my clitoris and rubbing the sensitive nerve endings in my pussy and ass. Ashley looked at me and smiled. "Now you know how that little baby works. Every time you shift your pelvis slightly, it will move around a bit inside of you. You might want to throw in a few more pelvic thrusts than usual on your show today," she said, laughing a bit. "Thanks Ashley, I better get going. If this works, I'll owe you one." I walked out, checking the crotch of my leotard for any telltale signs. Everything was flat and smooth. However, underneath it all, I could feel the most wonderful sensation of fullness, both in front and in the rear. I stepped out of the dressing room and walked out onto the studio floor. Two women and two men, all dressed in shiny Lycra, were standing about waiting. Lisa rushed over, grabbed me by the arm, and guided me over to the two men. "As you requested, we hired two men to join you along with Jodie and Cathy. This is Bill and Jacob," she said. I reached out, shook their hands and gave them a quick hello. As they took their positions, I couldn't help but check them out. Their semi- erect bulges were a bit obvious in their black tights. Mmm, I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that, I thought to myself, before I blushed at the sudden realization that I WAS attracted to men in my new form. I looked over at Jodie and Cathy and they gave me amused looks that indicated they had caught me inspecting the men. My blush deepened. "Okay everybody, listen up, we go live in 5, 4, 3, 2," said Lisa, and then she pointed to me. I took a deep breath and started to read from the teleprompter. "Good morning and welcome to Stay Fit with Stephanie. I'm your host, Stephanie Wilcox. Let's start with some light stretching." I got down on the floor, spread my legs wide and leaned forward. "And stre... oh!" I had been caught short by the sudden feeling of my little friend rubbing my clitoris. I straightened up and stretched towards one of my feet. "And stretch. Ah yes!" I was prepared for the feeling this time, but I still couldn't help gasping a bit. I closed my eyes, dropped my head and smiled to myself. I continued with stretching in this manner for 5 more minutes, punctuating each stretch with a little whimper of pleasure, enjoying every second of it. At the end, I stood up and gathered myself in preparation for the main workout. My nipples felt like twin diamonds poking out of my leotard. My pussy was so wet, I feared my lubrication would run down my tights and pool around my feet. Looking around at my partners, I could tell they were having similar feelings. It appeared I wasn't the only one outfitted in Fantasies Dancewear. Bill and Jacob in particular were looking at me with lustful glances, and maybe even a bit of envy. Was I hallucinating, or did their hair seem a little longer? From the look of their cocks, it was obvious they were excited, but their bulges did not seem as impressive as before. Lisa started waving at me to get going, so I didn't have time to dwell on these observations. From this point out, I relied on my "automatic pilot" to guide me through the rest of the program. From impressive high kicks to lunges, I was really putting my beautiful female body through the paces. It didn't hurt that each quick move I made with my torso drove my little helper into both my openings, not to mention rub against my clit with the gentle strokes of an unrelenting lover. As the program went along, I found myself craving these delightful feelings more and more, so I started moving faster and faster. Grunting louder and louder. I sounded very much like a women in heat. I would have been self-conscious if not for the fact that I wasn't alone. Jodie and Cathy were making similar sounds. Could they also have dildos planted in their pussies? A quick look over at Bill and Jacob showed that they would be needing new names soon as both were now wearing ponytails and leotards. Only their flat chests and masculine edged faces remained. I guess it was all my fault. My frenzy for gratification must have fueled some sexual fantasy in the guys and girls. Perhaps a desire to feel what I was feeling? Of course, with the particular brand of clothes they were wearing, those fantasies didn't have to remain unrealized. Unfortunately, the current exercises I had preformed helped my own dildo bring me to the very edge of orgasm, but not over it, for almost the entire balance of the show. It was torture, and with 5 minutes left, I started getting desperate for release. I went for broke and started doing violent pelvic thrusts. "ONE, TWO, THREEEEeeeeee..." that's as far as I got before my voice trailed off and I was reduced to simply thrusting and animal grunts of "UH, UH, UH!" Behind me, I could hear a chorus of my girls joining me in my pursuit of release. The sound of those sexy, lusty voices finally brought me to satisfaction. My orgasm crashed into me with the force of a runaway locomotive. I screamed out some gibberish, followed closely by my partners. I closed my eyes and continued thrusting my pelvis back and forth like a madwomen, grinding the dildo against my clit, ass and vagina in a concerted effort to prolong the ecstasy. When my orgasm finally abated, I peeked out at the camera. Still 1 minute left in the show. I sank to my knees, and with a huge smile on my face, I said to the camera, "Now let's start our warmdown." A few slow stretches brought me to the closing of the show. I thanked the audience and the credits rolled. With a giggle, I noted the "Workout clothing for Stephanie and her group brought to you by Fantasy Dancewear," plug followed by the store website. I walked up to Jodie, Cathy, Amy and Jill, shook their hands and said, "Great show!" They each looked at me with flush and slightly guilty faces. Amy and Jill in particular seemed a bit uncomfortable to look me in the eye. They kept adjusting their leotards around their boobs and crotches and ran their hands across their gorgeous curves as if they had never seen them before. I turned to greet Lisa. It looked like the show had an effect on her as well. Her hair was dripping as if a glass of water had been poured over it. "What a show," she barely squeaked out. "Good thing we're on Playboy. Don't think this would air on the Lifetime network! Sorry I couldn't get you those guys you wanted to back you up. It's getting harder and harder to find them." This set a little alarm off in my head. "Uh, don't worry about it," I told Lisa. "Amy and Jill were just fine." Judging from the way they had been pawing their bodies, I was also pretty sure Amy and Jill had started off in other forms at the beginning of the show. I excused myself and walked over to them quickly. Pulling them aside, I asked, "Okay, what I am about to tell you might sound strange, but did you girls change during the show? I mean, were you once guys?" They both looked at me with wide eyes and shook their heads up and down. I sighed, and held them close. In a reassuring voice, I told them, "Don't worry, the change only lasts a week. Unless of course, you put on another new outfit from our sponsor." Amy looked relieved, but Jill burst out in tears. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "I...I'm so confused. That orgasm was the greatest of my life. And these clothes. The way they feel on this body, I had no idea! I'm not sure I can give that up," she replied. "Oh God, I didn't have the nerve to admit it to both of you, but I think I feel the same way too!" joined in Amy. "Well, you don't have to make a decision right away. Why don't you both go home and think about it. If you continue with the show, we will provide you with new clothes everyday, and you won't have to go back to being guys," I told them. "One important thing you should know, reality has changed to fit your new identities. As far as the world is concerned, you have always been Jill and Amy. Just follow your instincts. They will guide you in your new identities." This seemed to brighten their mood appreciably. They hesitantly walked towards their dressing rooms and their new lives. Of course, I knew, having experienced the change myself, that they would never turn back. It felt too good. They just needed a bit of time to let their old male selves go and fully accept their new female bodies. I turned towards my own dressing room and walked inside. Ashley greeted me with a devilish twinkle in her eye. "Stephanie, that might have been the hottest thing I have ever seen!" she gushed. "I think you need to make my little contribution a permanent part of your wardrobe." "It certainly was good. Very good," I said as I zipped up my jacket. "Would you mind if I kept it?" "By all means. Anything to see a repeat performance!" I let out a little laugh and headed out. Once back in my car, I gave the security guard a wave and started the drive home. Unfortunately, the temporary respite from horniness granted by my monster on-air orgasm was fading and the magical properties of my tights and leotard began to take hold once again. I started to fidget in the car, trying to scratch an itch that was deep in my cunt. Only problem was I couldn't do a proper job and continue to drive, so I raced home as fast as I legally could. When I got there, I found another car in the driveway. I opened the door, only to be crushed up against the wall by an amorous, and very naked, Diane. "Finished off the deal earlier than I expected so I thought I'd surprise you," she said when we both came up for air. Surprise was an understatement. "Caught the end of your show. It made me so hot, I've been fingering myself for the last 20 minutes waiting for you to get home." We crashed into the bedroom. She practically threw me onto the bed and pounced on my. As she caressed my tits, I began to feel guilty. It just didn't seem right. With all my heart, I wished Diane knew the truth of who I had been. What we once shared. What had driven me into my new form? How I had changed. Everything about me. The constant background, magical, sexually stimulating hum of my clothes abruptly stopped. Diane pulled herself from my body and said, "George?" "It's Stephanie now," I said in a whisper. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, "Oh, George," and hugged me tightly. She started to cry and softly said into my ear, "I've always known. I just didn't want to embarrass you. I figured you would tell me in your own time." At these tender words from my love, I also started to cry out of relief that I no longer had to keep my desires a secret. "I was just too afraid. Now that I am Stephanie, I don't have to hide. I can be happy and we can be together." Diane wiped the tears from her eyes, "Well, that might be a problem. That last wish of yours changed me back to who I had been. I'm not a lesbian anymore." I started to panic, "Oh please, no Diane. I can't lose you. Not after this." She put a finger to my lips and smiled. "I believe I know the answer to our problem." Before I could answer, she jumped off of me, ran into my closet and closed the door. She ran out a minute later dressed in a sexy, purple, turtleneck unitard. "Close your eyes," she said as she climbed back into bed. With a huge grin on my face, I laid down and shut my eyes. I felt her roll on top of me and begin to slide herself back and forth. Our nipples rubbed against each other through the Lycra. I was in heaven. "Diane, you don't know how long I've always wanted to do something like this." "Actually, thanks to you, I know exactly how long. I know all of your most hidden desires now. Your fantasies." She reached under my clothes and pulled out the dildo. No secrets at all for me anymore. She started to grind her cunt into mine. Our pussy lips so engorged by the excitement that they allowed our clits to rub against each other. All we could do was communicate in deep womanly grunts as we continued to rub and rub and rub. The stimulation got more intense as we went along. It felt more and more like a large ridge was running up and down my slit. I opened my eyes in surprise only to find Diane's unitard stretched at the crotch by a giant cock pinned to her pelvis. As I continued to look at the organ, transfixed by the size, mouth watering at what it meant, I noticed the unitard shifting to accommodate new bulk. Her arms, legs and torso began to thicken with new hard muscle. Her hair shortened. Her face became more angular with a strong chin and masculine features. "Oh God, I need to fuck you," he said in his new rich baritone. A voice that made me even wetter. "Diane?" I asked in a little girl voice. "Call me David," she replied. "Oh David," I cooed. "Yes, please, please stick your cock in my pussy." As had happened the night before, the workout wear changed to allow free access to our sex organs. David's cock sprang out. The heavy musk of an excited female filled the air. With a wonderful wet slurping sound, David buried his manhood to the hilt into me. I looked up over the bed and gazed at a mirror that had materialized out of thin air. I could see my sexy girl body pinned to the mattress by a handsome hunk of a man. He slid out and my pussy muscles hungrily tried to grip the retreating cock. To retain that delicious feeling of being filled. As a man, I had often read stories on transgender websites of men turned to women. Stories filled with vivid descriptions of the new feelings of penetration for the transformed woman. As I lay on my back, looking up at the women with the glazed eyes and open mouth and felt my lover ram his dick over and over into my cunt, I knew that the stories paled to the actual act. No man could possibly know the unbelievably pleasurable feeling of having a vagina filled over and over. The wild yearning to be penetrated again upon every retreat of her man's dick. The heat generated by a throbbing cock buried inside. The ability of a woman to completely give herself over to the experience. To get lost in the feeling of unity with her lover. To ride a wave of building pleasure higher than any man could dream. I came. Until now, I thought I had become familiar with the female orgasm. The events of the past 24 hours had given me several opportunities to experience them firsthand. What I felt now made those others feel like the coming attractions to the real show. My pussy spasmed and clamped down hard on David's cock, desperately trying to keep it from moving. I arched my back and attempted to scream, but no sound came out. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything except flashes of light. I could feel every hair follicle on my body stand up on end. Great pulsing waves of rapture rolled through every part of me. David continued to frantically pound into me, seeking his own gratification. This only served to extend my orgasm. Just as I was coming down, God bless him, he took that moment to come in a great gushing load. As I felt it splash against my inner walls like liquid fire, I came again. David gripped my legs in the throes of his own pleasure and lifted by lower body off the bed as if I were a rag doll. My body overloaded. I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I passed out. When I came to, I couldn't move. With a little bit of concern, I opened my eyes. David was standing by the side of the bed, wearing a new, full enclosure unitard, starring down at me with a grin as wide as Kansas. "At least I'm not a lesbian anymore," he said, the grin still plastered on his face. "I looked around the house. It seems we are married again. With a few modifications of course." "David, why can't I move?" I asked. "Well, let's just say, you aren't quite human anymore," he said. I quickly scanned my body. Nothing seemed amiss, although it looked like David had taken the opportunity to change me into a full neck silver unitard with built in gloves and wickedly high-heels at the feet. "Confused?" said David. "Let me clarify." He walked up and gave my belly a rap. A hallow metallic sound rang out. He grabbed hold of one of the heels at my feet and strummed it like a string on a guitar. A shock ran through my body that felt very much like flicking a nipple on my breast. "David, I felt that! How is this possible!" "Isn't it obvious? That isn't an outfit on you, it IS you! You are my sex robot. Mine to command. You can't even move if I don't let you." I should have been a bit horrified, but I wasn't. In fact, the thought of being a helpless sex slave robot woman, subservient to David, was turning me on terribly. "Wow, that's quite some fantasy you have there." "That's where you are wrong," he said. "You forget that I now know all of your fantasies. This is just one that I found intriguing, so I changed into a new outfit and made it happen." "David, how will I go to work? I can't very well have you there commanding me through my routine." "Ah, I've thought of that. This is my contribution to the fantasy. Get up on your hands and knees." he said. He got into bed crouched behind me. "Okay, now open up that sweet wet pussy of yours." My formerly sexless crotch grew a pair of pussy lips, dripping with lubrication, at David's command. Looking between my legs, I saw him stroke his crotch until his cock rose right out of his tights. Almost as if his cock was part of the Lycra garment. "I made a few changes to myself too," he said a bit sheepishly. In a sudden motion that caught me by surprise, he grabbed my hips and impaled me on his dick. I tried to move away, to force a stroke of his cock in my vagina, but was helplessly trapped in my unmoving robotic body. "I have another surprise for you," he said. From my crotch I started to feel a very strong hum. His cock was a vibrator! "Oh man, I knew this part would feel good, but I had no idea," he said while reaching around to grasp my tits. He started to pull very hard. If I wasn't artificial, it probably would have hurt greatly. "David, what's happening?" "Oh man, I can't concentrate. Feels too good. I'm becoming... uh, ooooohhhhh!" A heat was emanating from his body. It felt like he was melting on me. I was being enveloped in a slick feeling substance. It slowly slid down my arms, legs and back until it coated every inch of me in a body- hugging material from the neck down to my high-heeled feet. The vibrator continued buzzing away inside of me. "This feels so good. Like I am being penetrated in my old body's pussy and ass, but at the same time, I have a cock buried in you. You might have to try this sometime," a voice said in my head. "David?" I said out loud. "In the flesh," the voice said. "Well, more like in the Lycra. I turned myself into your personally fitted catsuit, complete with vibrator. I can communicate with you telepathically. And I can do other tricks too." "Like what?" I asked. "I can appear to be any color, pattern or material." David said. In demonstration, he quickly changed through a rainbow of hues, finally settling on sexy black latex. "Or any style," and he quickly changed from a leotard and tights combo to a biketard and finally back to a catsuit, but with a built in corset. Sensing my apprehension, he said, "Don't worry, I'll change into something regulation for your show tomorrow, but for now, let's have some fun. Get on you back." I was compelled to flip over and immediately felt an almost crushing pressure around my entire body from the latex and corset. In the mirror above the bed I could see that my waist was squeezed down to an inhuman degree and not a wrinkle could be found in the latex. "Good thing you are made of metal now. I don't think any human woman could take the pressure I'm exerting on you. As for your feet..." In the mirror above the bed I could see my high-heel feet become even more extreme, pointing straight down with a lovely graceful arch. My useless ankles faded away. A tiny round flat part at the toe about the size of a quarter finished the transformation of my feet. They were now ballet heels! "Man, that's sexy," he said. "And now for the last part, full mono- robot!" I became stiff as a board. I literally could not move a muscle. Not even in my face. My legs clamped together and my arms thrust down close to my sides. My head was stuck staring straight ahead. I was forced to view my body as it changed. My legs slowly merged, leaving a solid leg all the way down to my obscenely arched singular foot. My arms followed suit, melting to the side of my torso. Before I had time to fully grasp these bizarre changes, my head began to change as well. My mouth, ears, hair and nose melted away, leaving a smooth silver orb, save for my eyes. They were not left untouched either as they thinned out and merged to become one glowing pink horizontal slit. I now had more in common with a solid sculpture made of steel than a flesh and blood woman. I looked and felt artificial. I loved it. The buzzing inside of me suddenly grew into a fantastically intense, heavy pulsing rhythm that was tuned perfectly to stimulate me. So powerful was the vibration that I am sure it would have shook a human woman apart. I was forced to lie there, look at my beautiful body, and take the inhuman pleasure. David began to whisper in my mind. "Look at yourself. You are a sex toy. Trapped in that metal body. You can't move and my vibrating cock is buzzing away inside you. It will do so all night long. No one will come and release you. Every morning, I will allow you to become a facsimile of your female body so that you may perform on your show. But once home, you will immediately revert back to your present form. You will be forced to give yourself to the pleasure continuously everyday for the next 7 days without even the ability to scream out in passion. A flesh-and-blood woman would go mad or pass out from the orgasmic ecstasy, but you aren't flesh and blood anymore, are you? Your orgasms will start to pile one on top of the other. Closer and closer until..." I came. I came again. And again, and again. Again and again and again. I came. I came and then I didn't stop coming.