Lizzie Came
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Author's note:
This one is a side story that I've been itching to write for a while.
Normally my OCD compels me to finish a series before I move on to
something else, but I read something the other day that prompted me to
get this one out. As to what I read and how it spurred me on to write
this, I'll write a bit at the end of the story as it might be a spoiler.
Also, I'm experimenting a little with my character staying in character
and how they think of themselves. Let me know how it turned out.
Unwind
by Hazel M
Steve stood before the closed apartment door. He took a deep breath to
calm his nerves. He had thought this through a million times. There was
no risk. Rose did not take money, so there was no way he'd get in
trouble over this. He raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.
There was no response. He waited for two minutes. "This is stupid," he
muttered, turning away from the door.
He had been really stressed lately because of work lately. His best
friend and colleague, Rob, had suggested Rose as a way to unwind.
Apparently, she wasn't a prostitute, but a wanton slut. As proof of her
supposed talents, Rob always looked relaxed and laid back. Steve had
resisted Rob's nagging for a solid month, but more work related stress
had led to him caving in at last. He had driven to her apartment, his
heart hammering with excitement the whole way. Now coming all the way to
her door and not getting an answer seemed a bit of an anticlimax. He
walked all the way back to the staircase, where he decided to give it
another try. He walked back to the door at a brisk pace and knocked a
little harder.
To his surprise, the door swung open. "Hello?" he called. "Anyone home?"
There was no answer. He pushed the door further in, but didn't see
anyone. "Hello?" he called louder. Still no reply. He glanced about the
hallway nervously. He couldn't tell what made him take a step forward,
but taking another deep breath, he stepped in. He saw before him a long
living room/kitchen. There were windows overlooking the sea to one side
of the room. The furniture was modern and minimalistic looking. Quite
elegant and expensive. He looked around the room but didn't see anything
of interest. There was a door off to the side of the room, leading to a
bedroom he assumed. He felt like a creep as he lightly stepped forward.
He stuck his head in the door. He saw...an empty bedroom. It was
tastefully appointed, like the main room of the house, but other than
that, there was nothing remarkable about it. He walked in a little more
calmly. He looked in the bathroom. That was also empty. He glanced about
the bedroom, taking in more detail. He spotted a piece of paper on the
nightstand. He rounded the bed and picked it up. A quick glance showed
him that it was a plane ticket, one to London yesterday and one back
next week. He walked to the closet and opened the door. It looked like
someone had packed in a hurry. It seemed Rose was out of town. A real
shame, he thought. Now that he had gathered this much courage, he
could've at least met her.
He was about to leave, when he spotted the box in the corner of the
closet. He saw a glimpse of a pale, flesh colored material. That piqued
his interest. Could this be a sex toy of some sort? He walked up to the
box and picked it up. He walked out to the bedroom and put the box on
the bed. Just before he could look in, he remembered the front door was
still open. He quickly went out and closed and locked it. Now feeling
secure, he walked back to the box. He reached in and grabbed some of the
flesh like material. Pulling it out of the box, he found that there was
actually a lot of it. It felt like some sort of bag made out of skin.
Some more digging revealed what looked like a long glove branching out
from the bag. Feeling more confused than ever, he pulled the rest of the
garment out. He straightened it out and put it on the bed. Turned out it
wasn't a bag. More like a skin colored catsuit, only with feet, hands
and breasts attached. It also looked like the breasts were heavily
padded. He grabbed one breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. It felt
real. He reached in the box again. He pulled out what looked like a
woman's face, with empty eye holes and an empty mouth hanging open. Dark
brown, curly, shoulder length hair hung off the head. Steve took a deep
breath. He glanced at the catsuit. He glanced back at the mask. He felt
a shiver run up his spine. He was beginning to understand 'Rose' a
little more. He bit his lower lip in thought. There was nobody around.
Whoever went around being Rose was out of town for a week. There was no
harm in a little experimenting.
His decision made, he began shedding his clothes. He nearly ripped his
shirt off in his excitement and he almost tripped over his shorts, but
he was soon stark naked. He looked around for a bit and then decided to
take a quick shower. After all the breaking and entering he had done so
far, a little hot water wouldn't be missed. A quick rinse later, he was
back in the bedroom. He picked up the suit. A short inspection revealed
a zipper running along the suits spine. He pulled it down and put one
foot into the suit. It was a tight fit, but he soon figured out a way to
roll the legs on one at a time. Having settled his feet and legs in the
suit, he wiggled his toes. They had perfectly manicured, dark red nails.
The suit pressed and constricted a little around his legs until they
looked like they belonged on a supermodel. He sat there for a moment,
running his fingers over the smooth skin and the shapely calves. Then he
stood up and examined the nether regions of the suit. He found a pocket
that looked like it was made for his penis. He reached down in front to
slide his member into the sheath. It felt odd. As he pulled the suit up
over his hips and his butt, the crotch of the suit pulled his penis back
and pushed his testicles up, until he looked just like any other girl
down there. He found the sight of his new sex very erotic. He just
couldn't wait to get the rest of the suit on.
The zipper ran from just over her butt cheeks to the neck. So the
stomach and the breasts sagged down, but he figured zipping it up would
fix that. He began pulling the arms on first. They were almost as
difficult to get on as the legs, but he persevered and soon, his hands
were covered by the suits dark red nailed gloves. The hands weren't as
fascinating as the legs, so he quickly moved on. He grabbed the breasts
in his new, feminine hands and positioned them over his own chest. He
had originally thought he would have to hold them in place with one hand
as he pulled the zipper up, but as the mounds touched his chest, he
realized they had adhesive backs. They stayed in place as he moved his
hands away. That made it easier. He reached behind and pulled the zipper
up. It was tricky. He had to suck in his gut and let out his breath
completely to squeeze it up, but he managed. Finally sealed completely
in the suit, he turned to the full length mirror. The sight of his male
head on a woman's body made him jump back in shock. As he did so, his
new breasts pulled on his chest. Having been reminded of them, he
decided to examine them first. He wrapped the gorgeous, round, mounds in
his hands. He squeezed gently and found that they were firm and supple.
To his surprise, he could feel a slight squeezing on his own chest. He
pinched the nipple on one breast and he felt it on his own nipple. Just
the sight of those glorious mounds on his own chest was turning him on.
He could feel his raging hardon straining against its constraints. He
ran one hand down over his flat stomach and narrow waist. He gently
caressed his wide hips and shapely ass. Finally, he pressed down on the
smooth, hairless crotch. A soft sigh escaped his lips. He trailed one
finger down the soft, pink lips of her vagina. He rubbed the lips for a
moment. He gently parted the lips and slipped one delicate finger in her
sex. It felt a little dry, but it felt like there was enough room for a
large penis. A little more exploration showed that he could feel his
finger under his penis through the walls of his vagina.
He wondered for a moment about what else the suit could do. He quickly
turned around and grabbed the mask. He turned it over in his hand and
found a zipper in the back of the neck. That made things easier. He
pulled the mask over his own features. As it turned out, the back of the
mask had the same tacky adhesive as the breasts, only not as sticky. It
would help her features move with his own. He settled the mask over his
face and gently pressed down all over. That done, he quickly pulled the
zipper closed all the way to the neck. After a little experimentation
with the eyelids and the lips, he managed to get it so they moved with
his own. He couldn't wait to see herself.
He turned back to the mirror and a small gasp escaped his lips. She was
stunning. Her face was perfectly symmetrical. She had full pouty lips
and high cheekbones. Her nose was cute and her chin delicate. Her dark
brown locks hung in curls just below her shoulders. Steve blew himself a
kiss and she blew one back. He bit his lip and she hers. He winked and
she winked in return. He squeezed one pert breast and she did the same.
Her hand reached down of its own accord and pressed down between her
legs. Her lips parted wide and she gasped seductively. She had time for
more of that later, thought Steve. He turned around and looked over one
shoulder and saw...dark brown hair. She rolled her eyes and flipped the
hair to one side. He couldn't see the zipper. A quick check with a hand
up her spine revealed it was still there. It was cunningly concealed
down the line of her spine.
A shimmer of color on her lower back caught his eye. A glance showed it
came from a small tattoo of a girl just above the cleft between her
round buttocks. She stood with her legs close together, one slightly in
front of the other. One of her hands wrapped across her stomach and down
to her hip, while the other wrapped under her marvelous breasts and
rested on the opposite shoulder. She looked straight ahead, biting one
corner of her lower lip. Curly brown hair blew across her face as if
from a breeze. A pair of elegant butterfly wings grew out of her back.
They seemed to shimmer through hues of yellows and blues and greens and
pinks. It looked like the girl had just come out of a dark room and into
the light and the wind and unfurled her wings for the first time. It
almost looked like she was alive. It was the most beautiful thing he had
ever seen.
Steve was entranced by the sight for a moment, but he recovered quickly.
Turning back to face the mirror, he took a deep breath. He was in the
suit now. He gave a moments thought to what he should do next. First, he
decided to explore the closet. Every step of the cute feet made his
breasts bounce. He was really turned on by the whole experience. The
questionable legality of his activities only enhanced the thrill. Once
inside the closet, he had to take a deep breath to calm down his beating
heart. Then he got to work. A quick search of the purses and handbags in
the closet revealed a driving license in Rose's name, with the face he
was now wearing. He had suspected he might find something similar. There
were also credit cards with her name on them. So he could go out without
much risk of exposure. But where would he go? Someplace public, where he
could use his new, hot body to its full potential. An happening club
nearby quickly jumped to the front of the list. Feeling excited, he
started going through the drawers until he found her panty drawer. He
pulled out a black lace thong. He quickly stepped into it and pulled it
up her smooth, shapely legs. The black lace barely concealed the pale
skin underneath. The triangular patch nestled over her naked sex. Steve
pulled her ass cheeks apart and pulled the thong up between them. Now
dressed in just the thong, Steve posed for himself in front of the
mirror. This activity turned him on even more, but he had a plan now. He
turned to the rack full of gorgeous dresses. He selected a dark blue
sequined number. He quickly stepped into it, pulling it up and slipping
the straps over her shoulders. She pulled the zipper closed. Steve
quickly located a pair of black, six inch pumps and slipped them on. He
turned to look in the mirror. Her dress just barely reached her thighs
and she teetered on the towering heels. In other words, the very picture
of a wanton slut. The only thing missing was makeup. A quick video
search on his phone and a few clumsy attempts later, her eyes were
outlined by long, dark lashes and her lips were now the same dark red as
her nails. He quickly grabbed his phone, her credit cards and id and
some cash out of his own wallet and put them in a small clutch. He added
some feminine hygiene products from one of the handbags and a powder
compact, the lipstick and mascara. Taking one final breath and a last
lingering look at herself in the mirror, Rose walked out the door to
conquer the local club scene. This was going to be a fun night.
The club he had selected was just a fifteen minute walk away. Well,
fifteen minutes for someone not wearing six inch fuck me pumps, thought
Rose with a giggle. There was a queue to get in, but Rose walked up to
the bouncer at the door. As Steve had suspected, hotties like him got in
without a wait. The bouncer checked her id and wrapped a tag around her
wrist and opened the door for her. She teetered in. Once inside, Rose
took a deep breath. Just in front of her, was the dance floor. A number
of young men and women were dancing, moving in rhythm to loud trance
music. Multicolored lights strobed and flashed around the room. The DJ
stood above the dance floor, doing his thing. Off to one side of the
room, just outside the strobing lights, was a long bar, lit with purple
and green neon lights. Rose walked up to the bar first. Steve decided he
needed a few drinks before he worked up the courage to go dance in the
tall heels. He was just about to order a scotch on rocks, when he
remembered herself. "I'll have a martini," she said to the bartender,
offering him one of the bills from her clutch. She perched on a stool
and turned around. She began scanning the dance floor as her drink
appeared next to her. She was just about to sip at the martini, when she
felt a pair of eyes on her. Looking over the rim of her glass, she saw a
pair of baby blue eyes gazing at her. He had curly blonde hair. His
chiseled jawline would make any woman go weak at the knees, as indeed,
Rose had already. His body looked equally hard and well toned. Rose shut
her mouth, which had been hanging open and knocked back her drink in one
go. "One more," she said. She gulped that one down too. Finally feeling
up to it, Steve got up and walked over to the dance floor. The alcohol
was beginning to get to her a little. As soon as one expensive pump
landed on the dance floor, the beat traveled up her legs. It sent light
tremors through Steve's tucked tool, up through her breasts, making her
feel her body in ways Steve could never have imagined. She pushed into
the throng of people. The heady, disorienting feeling was enhanced by
the mingled perfumes and smells of the dancers. The beat, the music, the
smell, the booze, it was all too much. Rose felt herself slipping away.
She was one with the crowd, they were one with her. She and her target
were but two specs in the ebb and flow of the dance. She felt her hips
begin to gyrate of their own accord. She raised her hands and they moved
on their own. She caught a glimpse of her target, the blonde man. She
began to circle him slowly, drawing closer and then pulling away,
letting him catch a glimpse of her one moment and then disappearing the
next. She would make eye contact for a moment, a smile, a wink, teasing
one moment and then vanishing the next. Rose was lost to the trance now.
The teasing and the playing only enhanced her pleasure. She saw him spot
her in the crowd. She gyrated in place, her eyes closed, an ecstatic
smile on her face. Once she had completed a circle, she looked over to
where he was and...he was gone. She froze for a moment, puzzled. She
looked about herself, but couldn't see him anywhere. Just then, there
was a lull in the music. "Looking for me?" said a rich baritone just
behind her. She spun on one heel and gazed up into those fascinating
blue eyes and blushed to the roots of her hair. "You caught me, now what
do you plan to do with me?" he asked. "Mmm, I don't know what you're
talking about. I just came here to dance," she teased. "Oh?" he asked.
As the beats came back louder again, she began dancing in front of him,
staring into his eyes. As the music turned up, she lost herself again.
She danced against him, grinding into him. She could feel his erection
pressing into her through the layers of fabric separating them. She
inhaled the scent of him with each breath. She felt ecstasy like never
before. She felt his breath hot on her neck. She felt the hard muscles
of his stomach under her hands. She wished they could stay like this
forever, a moment of togetherness like she had never experienced before.
After about five minutes of dancing all over him, Rose pulled away a
little. "I have to use the little girls' room. Stay...," she said with a
lustful smile. She made her way off the dance floor, all feminine grace.
The awkwardness was gone. As she stepped off the floor, the beats and
the music and the scents faded somewhat and she calmed down a little.
Steve took a deep breath and located the restroom. He made sure to walk
straight towards the ladies', like he had done it his whole life. The
thought of using the ladies' room gave him a new kind of thrill. Pausing
to turn around and blow a kiss towards her stud, she walked brazenly
through the door.
All the stalls in the bathroom were full. Steve sashayed up to the
mirror next to a blonde wearing a white crop top and a tight green skirt
on 6 inch heeled strappy gold sandals. The blonde took her in with a
look and resumed her haughty expression. Not to be outdone, Rose assumed
an equally haughty expression. She teased her hair a little. Roses'
thoughts turned to the hunk outside. Dancing with him had made her
incredibly horny. She wished she could go outside with him and take him
right there, but Steve worried whether the man would feel his penis
being shoved in a dry, rubber shaft. That would not end well.
Just then, two women came out of the stalls at the end. Rose and the
blonde walked over to the stalls and got in. Rose shut the door behind
her. Steve now had a problem. The last time he looked, the suit had no
opening for his tool to pop out so he could pee. He thought about it a
little and thought, what the hell. She pulled down her skimpy little
thong, hiked up her dress and sat down. It was a little tricky at first,
since Steve felt like he was peeing with pants on. But he persevered and
he was rewarded with a distinctly feminine tinkling sound, same as the
one coming from next door. He didn't need to take the suit off after
all. Feeling relieved, Rose wiped herself dry. She was about to reach
down to pull up the thong, when she noticed a little glistening at the
crotch on the panties. His curiosity peaked, Steve lifted them up to
take a closer look. It looked as if the fabric was soaked in some
slippery wet fluid. Realization came over him and with a mixture of
thrill and awe, he reached one hand down to his crotch. He slipped two
long nailed fingers into himself. As he had suspected, they slid in
without any effort, the walls of his vagina were now slick with juices.
This opened up new possibilities. Steve knew there was enough room down
there for a large object from his earlier explorations. Rose quickly
pulled the thong snug and hurried out of the stall.
The blonde was back at the mirror too. She looked disdainfully at Rose's
sticky hand. "You've got that stud outside hanging on your every move
and you're in here playing with yourself. Guess I'll have him for myself
then," the blonde said through a mean grin. Rose returned her grin with
a smirk that was equal parts contempt and disdain. She spun on one
towering heel and strutted out of the bathroom. Outside, her eyes locked
on her target, the beefcake on the dance floor. He was occupied with
some other ditz, but it didn't look like they were having as much fun.
Well, Rose thought, she would soon fix that. She stared straight at her
man and strutted onto the dance floor. She was extremely excited by the
thought of what she was about to do. Between that and the beat once
again traveling through her heels and up her body, she felt herself
slipping into the trance again. Her steps became more sensuous, her eyes
a little glazed. Her expression began to ooze hunger and lust. She was
no longer just one of a crowd of pretty women. She was something more.
She was a love goddess come to Earth for a night of fun. The crowd began
to take notice. Heads turned to follow her progress across the floor.
Her target noticed her when she was about halfway to him. He froze where
he was, to the ditz's consternation. Rose's lust filled eyes bored into
his. A wicked smirk appeared on her lips. She could see him holding his
breath. He was entranced. That was exactly what she wanted. She reached
him, her eyes still locked with his. She reached one hand behind his
head and pulled it down within her reach. Her dark red lips met his. She
was assaulted by the smell of his cologne. She took a deep breath and
filled herself up with him. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth.
He ground his hips into hers. She could feel his erection through the
dress. She wanted to feel it in herself. She wanted him to fuck her
brains out. She reached one hand down and grabbed the bulge in his pants
and gave it two gentle tugs. Breaking off the kiss, she gazed into his
eyes and smirked at him. "We could dance and tease each other all
night," she whispered in his ear, "or I could take you to the bathroom
and fuck you right now." He could only stare back, speechless. He was
like putty in her hands. This turned her on even more.
She grabbed his hand and started walking off the dance floor. He
followed docilely. Rose walked straight into the ladies room. The
annoying blonde was still there. She, like every other occupant of the
room, stared at them with her jaw hanging open. Rose ignored them all.
With a smug grin on her face, she dragged him up to the counter. The
others got the idea at once and cleared out. Rose hiked up her dress and
sat down on the edge of the counter. She grabbed him by the hair and
pulled him to her. He leaned down and kissed her hard. His erection once
again pressed into her crotch. Her lips pressed on his hungrily. She
reached down and unzipped his trousers. Gentle moans escaped her throat.
She pulled his throbbing erection out. He laid his hands on her thighs.
She pulled away from his lips and leaned back. One hand pulled aside her
skimpy thong. Still gazing lovingly into his eyes, she guided his
monstrous tool to the entrance to her sex. She wrapped her creamy,
smooth legs around his waist. He pushed lightly with his hips. The head
of his cock parted the lips of her vagina and gently pushed into her.
She was wet and warm. She pushed in with her legs, spurring him to
thrust deeper. He slowly complied, filling her up with his tool. "Ooh,"
she couldn't keep up the eye contact any longer. Her eyes rolled up and
she began to moan with pleasure. He began thrusting in and out of her.
She bucked in rhythm. "Aah, aah, ahh," she squealed. He pulled down her
dress and exposed her perfect, pert breasts. She was too busy enjoying
his dick to notice. He began massaging her breasts in rhythm with the
thrusting. Rose could feel the tugging and the pinching on her chest
through the adhesive. The sensation was sending her closer to climax
Rose's legs tightened around her man. She bucked harder. "Nnn, aah,
harder," she whispered. He obeyed. Rose could feel her orgasm building.
"I'm mm, about to...ungh...come," she said. He smiled down at her and
thrust hard twice. Rose felt herself completely filled with his manhood.
One last twinge from his hand on her nipple sent her over the edge. His
buttocks twitched as he spilled his seed inside Rose. Rose's back arched
and she moaned out loud as her own hidden member jerked and released its
load in its confinement.
Steve recovered first. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. He had
not only gone out as a girl, she had just banged some random guy in a
club. She still didn't know his name. And to his surprise, she kind of
liked it that way. "Wow. Just...wow. That was...amazing," the man said,
"Wanna do this again sometime?" She laughed at that. With a wicked grin
on her face, she replied, "That's sweet baby, but no thanks." Steve
fixed up his dress and pulled the thong snug against his pussy. She
picked up her clutch from the counter where she had left it. On her way
out of the club, she saw the hot blonde standing there with her mouth
open. She brazenly walked up to the other girl and licked her lips.
"Mmm, he was very tasty. You could have him now if you want, but too bad
he's all tired out," she whispered. She turned around and walked to the
front door, giggling all the way, while the whole club stared at her
with their mouths hanging open.
Back at work the next morning, Steve sat at his cubicle, humming a song.
Rob came up to him, looking laid back as always. "Stev-o. At work, as
usual. Not looking wound up as usual," he greeted Steve, "So you looked
up Rose after all huh? Did you get inside her?." Steve grimaced at his
friends' crude mannger. "Yes, I finally caved. I did go to her
apartment. But she wasn't there. She's out of town or something, so I
didn't 'get inside her'," he replied. "Out of town huh? That's a real
shame," said Rob as he turned to walk away, "Could've sworn I teased her
in the ladies bathroom of a club last night before I saw her drag a man
in there and fuck his brains out. But I guess that was somebody else."
Author's note, part II:
I've always wanted to do my own take on the boy-finds-bodysuit theme.
All of the fiction out there on the topic always leaves me immensely
unsatisfied. It usually starts off well, with the boy finding the suit,
putting it on and looking good. But then the boy always, invariably gets
stuck in the suit. The means is either magic or nanotechnology or some
other mystic/tech voodoo. I usually find this infuriating, since the
bodysuit isn't really the means of the transformation, but just an
object used in the magic. The whole appeal of a bodysuit to me is the
ability to be a girl temporarily and I find the whole getting
stuck/electing to permanently switch over theme annoying. Therefore,
when I saw another one of these stories the other day, I just had to do
my own take on it. Hence this story. There. Phew, had to get that off my
chest. Perhaps not unlike removing a well endowed bodysuit. ;)
Kaidence
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