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Cocooned
By EF666
Chapter 2
Entire textbooks could be written about the dreams I had that night.
One stuck with me for a long time, as I'd never recalled a dream with
such clarity before.
A group of beautiful women had taken me out to a club and I had to
dance with everyone. I didn't understand why I was so popular. Everyone
has at one point or another has one of those dreams where they suddenly
find themselves thoroughly embarrassed in public wearing only their
underwear or nothing at all. That's where I thought the dream was
headed. However, instead of humiliation caused by the other characters,
I was treated like an object of desire, lusted after by male and female
alike.
I was confused until the dream version of me caught a glimpse of myself
in a mirror. I was in my stunning new body, naked but with high heels,
makeup and jewelry. All this time my dream-self had been thinking I was
in my old male body. I started to protest that it was not my body, but
my complaints fell on deaf ears. Beautiful people surrounded me,
touching me, caressing me, fondling me. They urged me to accept my body
and enjoy it. Some of them we holding my arms back, though I was making
no effort to fight them. There were two tongues on each of my breasts,
one licking each foot, two between my legs, one nuzzling my neck,
softly blowing in my ears. Finally, the feeling on my left breast
intensified and my dream state merged with reality.
I awoke to a sensation like I'd never awoken to before. I was lying on
my side, as it would have been impossible to sleep on my stomach in
this body. An unseen tongue under the covers was slowly and
deliberately circling my erect nipple, sending tingles throughout my
entire body. I stretched my new long legs and arms, making sure I did
not pull my nipple away from its source of pleasure. My areola reacted
as well, as I felt each individual goose bump when that magical tongue
stimulated them.
Without thought I reached my arms beneath the covers and placed my hand
behind the head that was driving me crazy. I stroked Collette's long
hair, so soft and thick, and moaned in appreciation.
"Good morning beautiful," she said. Damn that voice was sexy.
I pulled the covers back and saw that beautiful face with those
inviting lips affixed to my breast. "Please don't stop," I replied in
the same sexy voice.
I was content to let her continue as I became more alert and began to
assess the situation. The clock said it was 1:30 in the afternoon, not
the morning. I didn't feel the need to correct Collette. It suddenly
dawned on me that Dave was still tied up under the bed, or at least I
hoped he was and hadn't escaped in the middle of the night. I dismissed
that scenario immediately, figuring Dave wasn't just going to run away
from this situation, he'd do whatever he could to continue taking
advantage of it.
Of course Collette and I would have to be returned to our own bodies.
Then we'd have to call the cops on Dave. I was pretty sure Collette
would absolve me of any share of responsibility for this fiasco. Hell,
I was shot trying to run for help.
Help. Help...
Shit!
I jumped up, pushing Collette off of me. It would have to be a life-
threatening situation to pull myself away from this ecstasy, and it
was. I dived off the bed and into the floor. There was Dave, still tied
up and gagged, starting daggers at me.
I had to think quickly. "Do you have any scissors?" I yelled to
Collette as I surveyed the room. I'd already used the cord from the
lamp to tie Dave up. The clock would do.
Collette had barely moved. "Please, I need a pair of scissors
immediately." That seemed to snap her out of her confusion. She got off
the bed and headed for the den.
I picked the clock up off the dresser and measured the length of the
electrical cord. It wasn't going to be long enough to reach under the
bed all the way to Dave while still plugged in, so I started trying to
drag him out. While I was doing this Dave was beginning to flail about
violently, making grunting noises. I had very little time. He would
soon get so worked up that his pulse and blood pressure readings would
automatically trigger his phone implant's emergency call function.
As a rule, e-calls were routed to police and emergency rescue services,
but Dave had once boasted to me that if his e-call ever got triggered
he'd rerouted his to call some buddies who would track him via his
implant signal and 'take care' of any situation. He tried harder and
harder to free himself, getting angrier by the second.
Collette came back into the bedroom, but upon seeing Dave she shrieked,
dropped the scissors and fled. At least she'd left the scissors. Even
better was the fact that the scissor handles were plastic so I would be
safe.
I cut the cord from the clock then used the scissors again to strip the
cord, leaving the wire bare. Dave's eyes widened and he worked even
harder to excite himself. I got down on all fours and spotted my target
just below his right ear.
I touched the exposed wire to the tiny exposed nub of his implant and
it shorted out with a crackle and a wisp of smoke. Some of the skin on
his neck was a little burnt, not that I gave a shit about that. If Dave
hadn't been hogtied his arms and legs would have straightened out from
the shock. Fortunately I was better at tying people up than I thought
and his bonds held. His eyes closed again and his head fell to the
floor. That would keep him unconscious for at least twelve hours.
So what if he was already unconscious, tied up and gagged? I made a
fist with my right hand and smashed it into his face with all my might.
I doubt it seriously injured him, but if felt so good to release that
frustration. Had I not been barefoot I'd have kicked him too. I shoved
him back under the bed and went to find Collette.
I found her hiding in the laundry closet, still naked like me. I had to
assure her it was safe to come out and that the bad man was unconscious
again. I explained to her what I had done and she thanked me with a
big, long hug. "My heroine!" she proclaimed.
I'd already ruined one of her lamps, and now her clock was destroyed.
"Sorry about the clock," I said sheepishly. "Can you forgive me?" I
pointed my gaze slightly downward and fluttered my eyelashes. I'd only
been a female for about 18 hours and already I was trying to use my
feminine charms.
Collette stepped closer to me, stopping just as our nipples brushed up
against each others'. We were the exact same height so our nipples met
up perfectly. "Shut up and let me show you much I forgive you," she
said with a twinkle in her eyes.
I'd forgotten I had to do anything I was commanded to do, but the
conditioning kicked in immediately and I couldn't talk any more.
I also followed the second half of Collette's command and let her do
whatever she wanted to me, not that I would have stopped her. She
dropped to her knees, pinching my nipples for fun as she descended,
then greedily started eating my pussy. It felt so good, with her tongue
first then her fingers darting in and out, around and about, sending so
many shivers all through my body that I had to steady myself against
the wall to keep my balance.
I also made a mental note, telling myself that once I was back in my
male body, if I ever again have the opportunity to eat pussy I should
remember exactly what Collette was doing to me now. I'd not had many
sexual adventures in my life, and there was very little pleasurable
about them for either me or the girl I was with. I vowed that would
change. I never thought I'd get lessons on foreplay and pleasuring the
female anatomy by being in a female body, but I pledged to remember
what I've learned.
Collette continued to pleasure me there in the kitchen to the point
where her tongue was probably sore. She stood up, and just as I
expected her to have me return the favor, her stomach growled. I
realized I was famished as well.
"Are you as hungry as I am?" she asked. "And I mean food this time,"
she added unnecessarily. I still couldn't talk, so I just nodded. I'd
have preferred putting off a meal until I was back in my own body. Then
again, it looked to be a rather nice kitchen and she likely had some
good food on hand so I bet she could cook. I figured this could be the
best meal I'd have for a long time.
Apparently she wasn't aware that she'd issued a command I couldn't
resist, because when she asked me what I'd like I didn't answer.
Collette was puzzled at my continued silence.
"Tell me why you're not answering me," she said with a puzzled look.
That freed me.
"Because you told me to shut up earlier before you started, um...," I
said, getting a little embarrassed.
"Eating your pussy?" she offered with a grin.
"Yes, that. Remember, I can't resist any order, and I'd appreciate if
you didn't take advantage of that."
Collette got a little flush and held her hands to her face then
apologized. She hadn't realized I had to take her "shut up" as a direct
command. She said she'd be more careful. I told her that she could just
tell me that I didn't have to follow commands from anyone if I didn't
want to, effectively restoring my free will.
"I'll think about it," was all she said in reply to my suggestion.
"Follow me," she said, adding after a mischievous pause "if you like."
With that she walked to the kitchen, still naked. I'd follow that ass
anywhere, and I did so voluntarily. As we walked I noticed the large
blood stain by the front door. My blood...
Collette whipped together a gourmet breakfast and made it seem
effortless. She had croissants, fruit, a selection of cheeses and some
fresh juices. Smartly she didn't cook anything like bacon that could
have splattered all over her naked body. What a difference from my
normal cold cereal and milk. I know I'd also never eaten naked with a
beautiful naked woman. I guess I didn't feel self-conscious about our
nakedness because it felt like we were wearing costumes. It took us
both a few attempts to adjust to reaching around our huge breasts while
eating.
While we ate we got to know each other a little bit. Collette told me
how her husband owned several patents on the cocooning process and the
two of them had been set for life. Talking about him was difficult for
Collette to reconcile with how Dave had made her afraid of men. She had
to pause frequently, trying not to remember that she'd once been
married to a man.
They'd been college sweethearts, then she worked as a research
assistant during the week and as a receptionist at a beauty salon on
weekends so they could afford for him to go on to get his doctorate.
Following his graduation he soon made enough for her to not have to
work at all, but she enjoyed the salon environment so much that so she
stayed there and got her beautician's license. He made enough so that
they could have retired at 40 but they weren't the retiring type, so
they bought the salon where she'd worked, renamed it after Collette,
and for good measure they bought the entire building above it as in
investment. They converted the second and third floors into one giant
apartment for the two of them and rented out the fourth through seventh
floors. He'd died instantly in a car accident, injured beyond a
cocoon's ability to save him.
My turn went pretty quickly. Unremarkable education, poor choice in
friends, criminal record, jobs but no career. End of story.
Then we started talking about how we were going to fix things up.
Collette would have to be restored first. If I went first and emerged
from the cocoon in my normal male body she would succumb to her fear of
men. She could set everything up herself, climb in and all I'd have to
do is press one button to kick things off. When she was back to her
normal self it would be my turn.
Finally we got to the elephant in the room. Well, more like the
elephant under the bed.
"What are we going to tell the cops?" I asked. That's when Collette
went ashen.
"We can't," she said very quietly. I didn't understand and pressed for
more information.
"The police can't know about the cocoon. Nobody can. It was a prototype
and it can bypass all the legal safeguards. My husband built it all by
himself. How do you think it was able to modify you? You had your DNA
flagged when you were convicted, didn't you? Every cocoon has to be
built with those safeguards. They're tamperproof and every cocoon in
the world is inspected twice a month. This may be the only one in
existence that doesn't have it."
I let that all settle in. If we called the cops Collette likely
wouldn't go to jail, but her life would be a legal nightmare. If word
got out that it was even possible to build a cocoon without the
restrictions there could be a panic.
"That's not all," Collette added. I gave her the "you must be kidding"
look.
"It's also the only cocoon that can mess with your mind and free will.
My husband was looking for ways to cure mental illness when he was
killed. You've seen the result of what he came up with."
"Why did you keep it after he died?" I asked.
"I don't really know," she said then she started to weep lightly. "I
think I wanted something to remind me of what he did. How he helped
people. How he... he tried to make world a better place." If word got
out that there was a cocoon that could enslave a person's mind the
panic would turn to absolute terror.
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I have a thought," I said quietly, having waited for what felt like a
good time to break the silence. "What if, after we're done getting our
bodies back, we put Dave in the cocoon? We leave his body alone; just
do that mind thing he did to both of us. You command him to listen to
you and only you. Then you tell him to start living a good, decent
life, give up crime, and to never come within a mile of you or your
home again."
She thought about it and agreed. Collette added that she could also
command him to forget all of the day's events. That would be perfect, I
thought. All that was left was to put everything in motion.
We stood up from the table and Collette took my hand as we left the
dining room. "You know, I was thinking. Do we have to rush?" With that
her free hand started playing with my breasts once again. "When are you
ever going to have a chance to feel this again?"
I had to admit she had a point; I was going to miss this body. Don't
get me wrong, I wanted to get back to my old self, but I'd never have
imagined the feelings and sensations a woman's body had to offer.
Granted, this body wasn't exactly the typical female body. And the odds
of ever being with a woman who looked like this, regardless of what
body I was in, were slim. Plus, she had asked me, not commanded me, so
this would be entirely my choice.
"OK, what the hell," I said, and I grabbed her around the waist,
pulling her close. If I'd been in my own body I would have felt my cock
between me and her. Having my breasts push up against hers was a nice
consolation prize.
We kissed, long and hard, and something was wrong. Her mouth tested
terrible, as did mine. We both realized that neither of us had brushed
our teeth, and after all of the sexual activity including this
morning's session, neither of us felt very fresh. Collette suggested we
take a shower.
That was the longest shower I'd ever taken, and the first I'd ever
taken with a woman. We washed each other, we shampooed each other, we
tongued and fingered each other. When we were done she wrapped me in
the softest towel I'd ever felt. A video of our shower could probably
have made us a lot of money.
We stood there wearing just bath towels. I'd never realized how heavy
long, wet hair could be as I started toweling it dry. Collette was
watching me with lust in her eyes. "I have an idea," she said. "How
would you like to experience one of the best things of being a woman?"
I wasn't going to turn back now. "Sure," I said.
"Let's put something on first," Collette said. She went to her walk-in
closet and started rummaging through the drawers, shelves and stuff on
hangers. She pulled out a pair of panties and tried to put them on,
only to discover that the panties that fit her previous slender body
would not fit over her new curves. Her old bras would certainly be out
of the question. Instead she grabbed a bathrobe for herself and tossed
one to me.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything that'll fit these bodies. These robes
will have to do." Even the robes barely reached to below our rears. She
looked down and found some flat sandals, though our feet hung over the
back by almost an inch. "Too bad this is all I have. These bodies just
scream for heels."
Collette led me down a hall then opened a door that revealed a
staircase. We went down, she opened a door from a security keypad and I
found myself in an office. It was obviously Collette's business office
for her salon. She opened the door on the other side of the room and it
opened into the salon. The shutters were closed so no light from
outside made its way into the salon.
She turned the light on and I could see the interior. It was not
particularly modern, but it was still stylish. It was actually smaller
than I thought inside, dominated by a reception desk and four stations.
There was a line of sinks on one wall and supplies along the other. A
door in the back led to an employee lounge. Collette saw me looking
around and explained that she liked to keep the look of the salon
simple without a lot of art and decoration, so the focus stays on the
customers.
I asked about a strange looking device in the corner. She told me it
was a hair growth stimulator. Using some of the same technology
originally developed for the cocoon, hair follicles could be coaxed
into working very quickly, so that a whole head of hair could be grown
out as much as a foot in just a few hours. It was much easier to do
than the old wigs and hair that would be sewn into existing hair.
"Well, I already washed your hair, so have a seat." I sat down in the
chair at the station she was pointing at. "Normally at this point I'd
ask my customer what she wanted to have done," she said, as she stepped
behind me, turned the chair so I could see myself in the mirror, then
started running her fingers through my hair. "But I think this time I'd
just going to indulge myself. Do you have a problem with that?"
I don't know why but it was starting to sound fun. "Knock yourself
out," I said. I think I even giggled.
Collette was looking at me from all angles, trying to figure out what
she wanted to do. "The problem with butt-length hair is that there's
not much you can do with it," she explained. "It's pretty much just
pony tail, braid, or just hang loose. Boring! So let's have some fun."
She took some scissors and cut off about maybe a foot and a half of
hair. It still fell well below my shoulders. She grabbed a stool,
pulled a cart over and started mixing some liquids with the glee of a
mad scientist.
"Tell me what your fantasy woman looks like," she said, trying to make
small talk. Damn it, I was still susceptible to commands, so I started
blabbing. I told her I dreamed of confident women who like to take
charge, who know exactly what they want. Not really a dominatrix, but
poised and assertive. When she asked about the physical attributes I
said, quite honestly, that the bodies we were both wearing fit the
bill.
Then she pressed me about my fantasy woman's hair and makeup. I said
that I didn't have a hair color preference, but that I liked when it
looked like the woman has made a visible effort to make herself
attractive. I found straight, flat hair boring. And I liked dramatic
makeup, but not slutty. Finally she asked me about clothes. I admitted
to my fondness for corsets. A tight corset that holds a woman's breasts
out to put them on display while clinging tightly to her waist makes me
melt.
While we were talking Collette was clearly getting turned on. She'd
begun applying some of the goop to my hair, one section at a time. Then
there was more goop on some smaller sections then a final round of goop
on a few even smaller sections. Collette then swung my chair around so
I was no longer facing the mirror. She reached behind the chair and
extended a set of concentric rings on a flexible post, positioning it a
few inches above my head then flipped a switch at the base. Within five
seconds the rings lit up and my head felt warm. She explained it would
take about ten minutes for the color to set.
Next she got up and brought over a box the size of a small load of
bread with a round opening on one side. She had me insert my right hand
and spread my fingers. I felt something inside the box clamp down on my
fingers so I couldn't move them at all. Then all of a sudden my
fingertips felt alive. The box was shaking and humming and I tried to
pull my hand out to no avail. "Just let it finish sweetie," she told
me, so I did. "Would you believe it used to take hours to do this?
Artificial extensions were glued on, then the color was painted on with
tiny little brushes. Now this magic box just grows your nails for you
and applies the polish in practically no time at all."
She'd timed her speech perfectly because the box dinged and released my
hand. I pulled it out and saw I had long, dazzling, shiny pink
fingernails. Each extended nearly an inch beyond my fingertips. Of
course the process was repeated on my left hand. I had beautiful hands.
The long nails required some adjustment but I quickly got used to the
added length. I even reached under my robe and flicked my nipples a
little bit with just the nail to see if I could do it. It was a
success...
While my nails were being done our conversation continued. I'd finished
describing my fantasy woman and now it was Collette's turn. It was odd
for her, having never thought of a fantasy woman before. Of course, she
was under the spell of Dave's words. I remembered what he'd told her:
"You are now a lipstick lesbian. You love beautiful women. You love
everything about beautiful women."
"Do you really want to know?" she asked teasingly. I was really
beginning to enjoy this.
"Please tell me," I pleaded. I was starting to feel that warmth down
below again.
"No."
What? That's not what I expected to hear. I was crest-fallen. I was so
looking forward to listening to her talk about her perfect woman in
exacting detail. Instead she kissed me hard, grabbing my head from
behind and driving her tongue into my mouth.
Finally she released me. "I'm not going to tell you," she cooed. "I'm
going to show you. But first let's go rinse your hair out." I asked her
again to tell me what she had planned but she refused to divulge
anything. She led me to the wash basins and pulled out a hose to wash
the goop out of my hair. I could see my hair was lighter, but it was
still wet and difficult to tell exactly what the color would look like
when it was dry.
Collette noticed me touching my hair and decided to put a stop to it.
"Oh, no, it's going to be a surprise. Close your eyes and keep them
closed. That's an order."
I had no choice to comply but I didn't like it. "Hey, no fair! Was that
really necessary?" I complained. She said nothing, just took my arm in
hers and led me back to the styling chair.
"Yes, this is necessary," she finally explained. "I want this to be a
surprise for you. Please trust me. I promise you're going to like it.
OK?" I was about to ask her to reconsider when to emphasize her point
she stuck one of her nipples in my mouth.
After a few moments of that she told me to sit back and let her finish.
"Just sit absolutely still. No moving or talking. And keep those eyes
closed." I couldn't even protest before she added "And that's an
order." Once again I was powerless.
"Oh, one more thing," she added. "You have no feeling above the neck. I
don't want you to have any idea what I'm doing." I couldn't even sigh.
That's when the scissors started. Then I heard a blow drier. She would
hum every now and then. With no feeling in my head, unable to even lift
a finger and my eyes closed, sounds were my only sensation. Though at
one point she pulled one of my eyes open. She'd positioned a light to
shine directly in my eye, explaining she didn't want me to catch a
reflection. Apparently I was having my makeup done.
"Wow," she proclaimed. "I am good, if I may say so myself. I bet you'd
like to see, wouldn't you?" of course I did, but I couldn't answer.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot. You may talk again. And you have all of your
feeling back. But you may not move and you may not open your eyes.
You're going to have to wait a little bit longer. I have a surprise for
you." That was annoying. I could feel something on my head, but I
couldn't do anything like shake my head to feel my hair swing, or even
a lack of swing, to get an idea of what it looked like.
I started pleading to be released, almost begging, but Collette was
adamant that I'd have to wait. She just left me there for what felt
like an hour. Every few minutes she'd stop by as I sat in my darkness
and play with my breasts or whisper something in my ear about how
luscious I was. I started getting literally moist with anticipation.
At long last she was ready. Collette came over to me and said I could
stand up and have complete control over my body again, but I may not
yet open my eyes. She stood me up and led me a few feet then positioned
me in place, presumably in front a mirror.
"I really wish we had some clothes. A beautiful present like you should
have beautiful wrapping. This would be perfect if it weren't for the
bathrobes. And we should both be wearing some big heels to show off
these legs and asses."
That made me chuckle. "Do you really think if we were wearing anything
that it would stay on for long?" I asked. Collette leagued at that.
"OK are you ready for the grand unveiling?" I tried crossing my arms to
show my impatience but it was hard to do with my giant tits.
"All right then. When I count to three you can open your eyes but you
have to keep looking in the mirror, you're not allowed to look anywhere
else or even notice anything else. Enjoy, I'm going to go hide. Oh, you
can't leave that spot either."
I could've protested again but she'd been building up to this for so
long that I decided against ruining the moment by complaining. When
Collette started counting I heard her voice coming from somewhere off
to my right. This was it. "Three. Two. Annnnnnnnnd one..." She was
milking the anticipation for all it was worth and it had gotten very
annoying.
To be continued...
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