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Mile High Greetings! This story idea came to me when I bumped into an excellent amid short piece of manga art on pixiv. I've already shared this little 'Escape' spinoff with a couple of friends and thought I'd share it with FM readers as well. Don't worry, I'm still working on the third chapter of Side Effects but hopefully you'll enjoy this short story while waiting for it. Let me know in the feedback what you think. Cheers! ***** Eric Roberts was reading a magazine while sitting in his economy class seat when the voice of a lady flight attendant rang through the aircraft's PA system. Apparently, there would be a slight delay due to some technical issues. As he flip through the pages of the travel magazine, he wondered if the delay was indeed due to aircraft's technicalities or staff shortage. "It's so unlike Carrie to be late like this..." Eric overheard one of the flight attendants whispered to another while he was using the lavatory earlier. Looking over to the empty seat beside, a wry smile flashed across his ordinary face. As the time struck 8.15pm on his Swiss watch, another announcement was made. This time, it was the captain apologizing for the half an hour delay but was glad that they were ready to depart. "So, this Carrie girl must have gotten on board," Eric thought. Hidden behind his reading material, Eric stole a glance of the stewardess whom he hadn't notice before as she sauntered past where he was seated. He was already a fan of the commercial airline's uniform - nicely showcased by the flight attendants but it looked especially good on this particular stewardess. The tag on her tight navy blue jacket confirmed that she was indeed 'Carrie' - the flight attendant who was late. Underneath Carrie's body-hugging jacket was a white blouse in which its collar was intentionally loosen to show the neat knot of her fluffy red neck scarf. The Navy blue skirt hugged and accentuated her ample derriere as much as how her waist was squeezed by the jacket to make her bust stand out even more. The black stocking was what Eric like most about the air hostess's uniform as they exuded sensuality from her very long and very well-toned legs. The pair of 3-inch pumps added a little more arch to her back - making her firm ass an eye-candy for all the male passengers. Carrie's petite figure was the perfect complement to her good looks as Eric had noticed. She had big brown eyes on top of a cute button nose and a pair of plump lips. With her shiny black hair tied up in a neat bun, her Hispanic features made a good resemblance to the lovely Eva Longoria. Carrie was probably taller though, rising up to 5ft 8" on her working heels. Still hiding behind his magazine, Eric couldn't help smiling. He could sense the increased pressure from his crotch as he fantasized the things he would do to Carrie. However, Eric was pretty sure that he wasn't alone going by the looks most of the other men across the aisle were casting. Some even risked the wrath of their lover and wives who were seated beside them. But it was definitely worth it because Carrie was so damn hot. It was an understatement to say that he was happy the seat beside was still vacant as the pilot started backing off and maneuvering the A380 towards the runway. Eric was ecstatic. He can't wait for his flight to be cruising in mid-air. While the captain was making the usual comments on the weather and the ETA, Eric took the liberty to shut his eyes. He was still thinking about the gorgeous air hostess and all the possibilities once they had landed in Paris Eric's geeky and paunchy appearance by no means would win him a date with a lot of women, in particular of Carrie's league. Working for a software development company and spending most of his time with his Xbox when he wasn't working, he was no social animal either. However, he was unusually confident on this occasion. "Excuse me, Mr. Roberts..." a sweet melodious tone woke him from his slumbering. He almost thought that an angel spoke to him in his dream. "Can you please bring your seat upright and fasten your seat belt? We're about to take off any moment now," Carrie politely said. After somewhat fumbling and stuttering, he finally managed to do what was told as the lovely air hostess turned away giggling at Eric's antic. He wondered why he was still nervous despite his confidence of nailing Carrie by the time they landed in Paris. With that 'thing' he received from a mysterious lady the other day, he should be holding all the aces. ***** "This thing... will turn anyone into a costume of him or herself," said the 30-something lady who joined Eric's lonely table out of nowhere as he was having his lunch. "Once you put the costume on, you'll become that person. You'll have his or her memory while retaining your own," she added before placing some sort of wrist band on the table beside his glass of lemonade. Having been a victim of some exorbitant pranks during his education years, Eric had not been treated similarly since his working days. He certainly wished that it wouldn't start today. Looking around the fast food restaurant for the lady's accomplice or any sort of hidden camera, he found nothing out of the ordinary. When he returned his attention back to the booth, the lady was gone. The Fitbit-like wrist band was still on his table, sitting on a piece of note. Again, he casted his searching eyes around the restaurant. No camera crews. No suspicious looking personnel. No 30-something lady. Hesitant at first, Eric picked up the wrist band before giving it a curious inspection. It certainly looked like any fitness band on the market with its tiny LCD screen and a comfortable rubber strap. There were a few oddities though. For one, it appeared to have been hastily put together from parts of different watches and fitness tracker. The bezel was unusually thick for such a small rectangular case and it's crown seemed to hollow. In fact, it looked a lot more like a short funnel than a watch's crown. As he picked up the thing, the LCD lit up: "Welcome to the world of endless possibilities. You've been chosen as a test subject for a modified version of the AER gun." Eric couldn't believe his eyes. AER gun? The AER gun? How could anyone possibly know about this secret fetish of his? For the past couple of years, he had been satisfying his secret desire by frequenting a website called fictionmania. It was there he discovered the Escape series - a chronological collection of costume gun and transgender identify theft stories. If someone was to make fun of him, they had certainly been getting way out of line by hacking into his personal computer and spying on him. Then he examined the piece of note which said: 'I know what you're thinking but this is not a prank. Try it on someone. You've surely got nothing to lose.' ***** "Excuse me, sir. Would you like a hot towel?" It was Carrie's sultry voice again. Without realizing it, he had daydreamed himself through the flight's take off proceedings and now, the lovely air hostess was standing by his seat with a tray full of towel rolls. They must had been cruising at least a mile above sea level by now. "Errr... Ye... yes ple... please..." Eric stuttered before receiving... and again, fumbling as he dropped the towel onto his lap. "I'm sorry..." Carrie tried to apologize. "No, no... It's no... not yo... your fa... fault," Eric continued to stutter as he picked up the towel. "Alright, then... Let me know if there's anything else you need. Refreshments will be served shortly," Carrie giggled before turning her attention to the rest of the passengers. Eric had thought that the stewardess was somehow flirting with him through her giggling. But then, that was what he thought of all the girls he had ever come across. He decided long time ago that they were probably just laughing at his inability to interact properly with the opposite sex. Socially inept, Eric would always crumbled under pressure. However, it would certainly be different this time around. He had something up his sleeve and Carrie would be his choice. After the refreshments of fresh orange juice and sandwiches, most of the passengers had dozed off. Only a few in Eric's section were still up enjoying the in flight entertainment system. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed after the service as Eric watched Carrie swaying her hips up and down the aisle before disappearing into the galley at the back. One of her colleagues seemed to have taken over as Eric guessed that it must have been Carrie's break. He realized that this could be his break as well. Eric unfastened his seat belt before making his way to the back of the large aircraft to use the lavatory. Even though he needed to relieve his bladder, there was definitely something else on his mind. The signage overhead indicated that only one of the three available lavatories was vacant, so he went for the unoccupied washroom. Before entering, Eric stuck his head out around the corner to search for his potential victim. None of the flight attendants were in the back galley. "So she should be in one of the lavatories," he thought, his heart rate increasing. Eric felt the need to calm down as he pushed the only bi-folding door with a green sign so that he could enter and take a leak. To his surprise, it wasn't exactly vacant as there was a flight attendant within. In fact, it was Carrie who was sitting on the toilet seat with the look of horror on her face. It was a look of someone who had somehow forgotten to lock the door while she was in the middle of peeing. She was about to scream while Eric was about to shit his pants before the expression on Carrie's beautiful face changed - dramatically. The contrasting grin on the air hostess's lovely features was all Eric needed to convince himself that Carrie was the one. Instead of screaming, she pulled Eric by his collar into the cramped lavatory before pushing the bi-folding door shut. The green sign of 'Vacant' immediately slid to the red of 'Occupied'. Carrie, now standing on eye-level with the surprised passenger, wasted no time planting her lips onto Eric's gaping mouth. Her svelte right hand moved south in search of his hard-on as they passionately French-kissing within the tight space. Eric was in cloud nine as he felt the stewardess caressing his member through his pants. Returning the favor, he had his own hands groping at Carrie's firm derriere through the materials of her skirt and underwear. If it wasn't for the slight turbulent resulting in the aircraft's sudden jolt, the unlikely couple would have gone all the way. Once their lips parted, Carrie managed the same giggles Eric had found so attractive when he had first laid his eyes on her. Shaking his head in disbelief, he finally managed to ask the question, "Tim...? Is it really you in there?" "Of course it's me, silly... Why else would a hot piece of ass like Carrie wanna be making out with someone like you?" Carrie said, but somehow the words didn't come out right from her mouth. "Damn, dude... You scared the shit out of me!" Eric said, before cautiously lowering his tone to whisper. "I was worried that you might get caught when you sneaked into the waiting lounge's washroom." "As you can see now, my plan worked out quite well..." Carrie said as she admired her reflection from the lavatory's mirror. "Not so fortunate for Carolina Hernandez though," the air hostess said before handing the shrunk-down AER device back to Eric. "So, she's the reason you had to sneak into the washroom at the boarding lounge. " ***** 2 hours ago ***** "I've got an idea!" Eric's only friend, Tim said. "But I need that thing of yours," he added. It's been 2 weeks since Eric received the mysterious gift from a mysterious lady. After given some serious thought, he had decided to show Tim the miniature AER device. He had known Tim from the fictionmania website and they shared the same interests in transgender identity thefts. When it was proven that the device did work (Eric tested it on his sister), he and Tim came up with a plan. They had each submitted a request for a long break from their jobs and decided to go on a holiday - with the device. "What are you gonna do with it?" Eric nervously asked. "Trust me my friend... I know exactly what I'm gonna do with it," Tim said with a smirk splashed across his round sweaty face. At 35, Timothy Sanders was a nerdy-looking bespectacled guy with a 4-inch long goatee. He worked for a mobile app development company and his paunchy figure was a result of his sedentary lifestyle which was not much different than that of Eric. The two definitely had a lot in common which included their taste in women. Not wasting any time, Tim took the 'wristwatch' from Eric before rushing off into the washroom. He saw the air hostess dragging along a small trolley luggage into the ladies room. The swaying of hips created quite an exhibition of her firm backside as it motivated Tim further to tail her into the washroom. He did stop on his strides when an elderly lady appeared from the inside. Tim pretended that he was lost and looking for the right signage. As soon as the elderly lady disappeared around the corner from the short hallway, Tim could hear the sounds of a cubicle door from the ladies room. Taking a deep breath, he poked his head inside. There was no one else except for an occupied cubicle. He could feel his heart pumping rapidly as he continued his strides into the forbidden zone. Before he progresses any further, he saw the yellow little floor signage which says 'Cleaning in Progress'. Swiftly, he place it at the entrance before shutting and locking the main door to the washroom. Then he waited in the next cubicle while properly strapping the device onto his wrist. The sounds of water dripping was followed by some rustling and the toilet flushing. Tim could sense his heart rate rising as the door to the cubicle swung open. Carolina, better known to her friends and colleagues as Carrie, stepped out before ambling towards the full-fledged mirror above the row of wash basins on the counter top. As she was washing her hands, Tim was trying to get the AER device to work. When he had finally figured it out, a sharp scream made him jumped as he was easily discovered through his reflection from the large washroom mirror. He knew he should have kept the cubicle's door shut but there was no time to ponder as Carrie was making a run towards the main door. If she had made it out, he would end up in prison for being a pervert in the ladies room. Tim knew that he had to act fast before things got out of hand. He sprung out of his cubicle and went after the stewardess. Luckily for him she was still fiddling with the lock of the main door. This was his only chance as he quickly activated the gadget on his wrist. Its tiny LCD panel lit up with a welcoming message. Tim had no time to read them as he aimed its tiny crown at Carrie. With a circular swipe on the AER's touch panel, a white beam shot out of its hollow crown before reaching the back of the air hostess just as Carrie managed to unlock the washroom door. A glimpse of the empty airport hallway was the last thing she saw before consciousness slipped right out of her. Tim was downright shaking as he witnessed steam evaporated from Carrie's eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. By the time the door behind her, helped by the attached door-closer, swung fully back shut, Carolina Hernandez had been turned into a pile of live-skin on the tiled floor beside her trolley baggage. Still shaking, Tim quickly rushed forward to lock the door. He could hear the announcement that his flight was ready for boarding as he quickly gathered Carrie's skin and clothes along with her baggage before dumping everything into the more spacious cubicle for the handicapped. Pressed for time, Tim swiftly separated Carrie's attire from her skin before stripping himself naked. Having put on Eric's big sister before, he knew very well how to properly don the live-skin. His rather big and fleshy right foot was the first to go into the small but stretchy slit behind Carrie's neck. The rest of his fat hairy leg disappeared into the live-skin in search of the slot which goes into what used to be Carrie's right leg. Once all his toes were fitted nicely into Carrie's dainty toes, the rest of his leg morphed with the skin turning into the long and toned feminine leg. Left with no time to marvel at the transformation process, Tim kept stretching the small slit so that his left leg could be inserted. It quickly found the aperture which would afford his hairy and bulky left lower limb a hiding place underneath Carrie's smooth and long left leg. He kept on pulling and tugging at Carrie's live-skin up and over his crotch and hips even as the metamorphosis of his legs were still on- going. After some difficulty, Tim managed to tuck his 6-inch erection under Carrie's pussy before sliding both his hands into the 'sleeves' of the life-like costume. He didn't even notice how his cock disappeared and flattened underneath Carrie's neatly trimmed black patch. Tim had seen people putting on scuba diving suit on TV. He could only imagine the similarities of donning Carrie's disguise as he let his sausage fingers take their positions underneath the air stewardess's svelte digits. He could feel the weight on his chest growing as Carrie's perky breasts took shape while he was pulling her hollow head over his with her newly revived hands. Her beautiful raven black hair was understandably disheveled as Tim brought the opening behind his neck together. Within minutes, Tim's mind was flooded with Carrie's memories. Carolina Hernandez was a 25 year-old who was raised up in Houston before moving to New York when her dream job in the airline became available. She had recently gotten engaged to a pilot from the same commercial airline and this was supposed to be her last long-haul flight before going on leave in preparation for her wedding. The former Tim swept some of Carrie's hair away from his new set of hazel eyes, as he lifted his new eyelids which were now decorated with lovely long lashes. The immediate sense of imbalance was what he had come to expect as it quickly subsided once he got a good look of his new appearance at the washroom mirror. His current disguise was so much better than Eric's 18 year-old sister Megan. His or rather her slender digits wasted no time occupying themselves on the succulent nipples on top of Carrie's bountiful D-cup mammaries. The difference to Megan's B-cups were apparent as jolts of electric-like sensations swept across her curvaceous figure. The dampness between her legs got her attention as she moved her right hand downwards to further explore the newfound womanhood. Halfway there, a loud and annoying Katy Perry ringtone sounded from Carrie's purse. The memories she had just obtained told her that the airline's crew manager would be calling by the time all passengers had boarded a flight. After some cursing, she managed to retrieve her phone and answer, "Hello..." "Carolina Hernandez, crew ID 564237?" "Y...yes?" the false Carrie answered with a hint of hesitation. "Where the hell are you?" the woman on the other end asked. "I wasn't feeling too good. I'm still in the washroom," Carrie said. "Oh God... Are you OK? Do you need any assistance?" the harshness in the woman's voice was replaced by a concerned tone. "No, no... I'm fine. Just give me five minutes to freshen up," "Are you sure about this? I'll allow you to skip this one if you want," "No, no... Really, I'm good now... I just need sometime to prepare," Carrie said. "OK... If you say so, I'll let the captain know. But don't take too long. We don't want another negative feedback from the passengers for the holdup," the woman on the other end said before the call ended. The Carrie impersonator immediately replaced her phone before picking up her clothes. Despite feeling aroused by the sight of Carrie's black laced white panties, she had to quickly slipped them on. She enjoyed the sensation of the silk material brushing against her thighs before settling snugly over her nether region. Resisting the temptation to rub the silky underwear against her crotch, she picked up Carrie's matching bra before letting her breasts sit in the black laced cups. With Carrie's knowledge, the former Tim had no problem fastening the bra straps behind her. The black pantyhose was a little bit of a challenge as she had to sit on the covered toilet seat before rolling its legging up one leg at a time. By the time both leggings were covered up to her thighs by the pantyhose, Carrie stood up to pull the rest up and over her panties to her hips. Carrie's white button up blouse was nothing unusual for the former man before putting on her navy blue skirt. After making sure that the blouse's bottom were neatly tucked in, she proceeded to zip up and fasten her skirt. The tightness of the knee-length pencil skirt and the sensation of her pantyhose encased thighs brushing against each other was exhilarating to say the least. She went on to don her body-hugging blue blazer. By securing the two large buttons in front of her navel, her hourglass curves from her slender waist to her flare-out hips became even more prominent. Looking at the washroom mirror, the former Tim still found it hard to believe that the smoking hot brunette's reflection was actually him. Her hair was a little disheveled though especially after crumbling to the floor and being stretched and worn like nothing more than a costume. Using Carrie's knowledge, the impostor expertly rearranged her hair back to a neat bun. She needed to reapply the foundation and the eyeliners on her face since those too were disrupted by the transformation process. Once the false Carrie was satisfied with her appearance, she smiled at the mirror and said in the most melodious tone, "Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen. My name is Carolina Hernandez." If she wasn't chasing a flight, the former overweight man would have torn Carrie's attire apart and molest his new form there and then. After shoving his old clothes into Carrie's luggage, he strutted out of the ladies, dragging the trolley bag behind. ***** When she was done with her story, Carrie got distracted by the sound of Eric pissing into the toilet behind her. She had been so preoccupied with telling her tale while admiring her beauty through the lavatory's mirror that she didn't realized Eric had lost interest halfway. Due to the limited space, Carrie could feel the passenger shaking the last few drops of piss out before zipping up. "Why'd you do that?" Carrie turned around and said. Her expression was that of a very displeased lady. "Oh... Eh... I was actually... Eh... kinda need to go... while I was looking for you... But... but... I was listening to every word... you've said...," Eric said. He couldn't explain why he was still stammering even though he knew that it was his best pal underneath that gorgeous Carrie- skin. Her displeasure was still apparent as she lifted herself back onto the small washbasin countertop. "No... Mr. Roberts, that's not what I'm asking," Carrie said as she spread her pantyhosed legs apart, exposing her crotch to the lucky passenger. "I was wondering why'd you keep your cock in your pants when my pussy is all wet and waiting to be fucked?" The same dumb look remained on Eric's face as he finally picked up the hint. Fumbling like his usual self, he quickly unbuckled and re-released his fully erect penis which in itself was already dripping with precum. His bewildered eyes never left Carrie's nether region, obviously encouraged by the sight of the large damp spot on the crotch of her panties through her black pantyhose. The only obstacles were Carrie's dainty fingers as she started rubbing the underwear against her sex while waiting for Eric to 'untangle' himself from his pants. When he finally did, Carrie utilized her free hand to pull Eric towards her for a passionate make out. It made the former Tim wonder if this was Carrie's hormone working in full force as he would never consider kissing another guy if he was still a guy. Nevertheless, the stimulation she was receiving from her clit was making her going as far as probing Eric's mouth with her tongue. She then allowed the 21 year old virgin to plant hickeys on her neck while brushing his corona against her crotch. The resulted stimulus was heavenly to say the least as she felt Eric groping at her still well-guarded breasts. With a generous intention, the lustful air hostess unbuttoned her navy blue jacket - affording better access to her unexpected lover. Eric literally ripped her blouse apart causing buttons to bounced of the lavatory's wall. Her bra was the only hindrance as she lent a hand by popping her right mammary up and over the lingerie before pushing Eric's eager mouth towards its nipple. Mind-blowing sensations immediately surged through Carrie's slender form as she reveled in Eric's sucking and tongue slashing. His hours spent on watching pornography had finally put to good use. However, a bit of guidance was still in order. While keeping her svelte hand stroking at his cock, she ordered the young man to tear a hole through Carrie's black hosiery. "Don't ruin her pantyhose. She didn't bring a spare..." Carrie reminded, oddly referring herself in third person. The initial fumbling was again... expected before Eric finally managed to make a small tear big enough for his equipment to pass. He couldn't resist rubbing Carrie's silk panties against her crotch as his fingers immediately detected her warmth and wetness. By now, Carrie knew that her lover needed no further invitation as she felt him tucked aside her underwear before pushing his head pass her well-lubricated lips. This was a first for the former Tim as much as for Eric. When he pulled on Megan and became Eric's sister, he didn't manage to tempt his friend into an incestuous act. No matter how in awe Eric was, he just couldn't bring himself to loose his virginity to his own sister even though she was the hottest chick in her school. In the end, the former Tim ended up spending the night molesting his stolen body in Meghan's room while Eric had to bear the lewd moans getting through to his. On this occasion, it was different. Eric was releasing all of the pent up desire on a beautiful stranger he had just met - even though her body was under the control of Tim. As for Tim, it was a case of finally able to tell the difference between a real cock from Meghan's collection of stationaries. With each thrust, Carrie could feel her vagina gripping onto Eric's 7-inch rod while the friction against her clit sent multitudes of electric-like sensations throughout her body. She could feel her void getting filled as Eric pounded her like there was no tomorrow. This was definitely on a different level than masturbating in Meghan's body while experimenting with the 18 year-old's clothes and lingerie. Within minutes, Carrie experienced her first orgasm while Eric continued hammering his cock into the stewardess's tight snatch. The tightening of her legs wrapped around the young man's hips did very little to slow him down as he looked to unleash the repressed beast inside of him. Carrie could not tell if it was still the same Eric she knew as he seemed like a man possessed. It's not like the former Tim minded at all, seeing that his recently acquired female body was sending all sorts of wonderful stimulus to his brain. In fact, the phony Carrie could sense her second orgasm coming. After a few more minutes, she could detect the jerkiness in Eric's rhythm as she felt her own muscles tensed. If her first orgasm was like a huge wave crashing down on her, the second was definitely a tsunami. At the same time, Carrie braced herself for the last few thrusts from Eric. It was followed quickly by his deep groan before Carrie felt her womb getting filled up with warm jizz. It was another discovery for the former Tim as he basked in the pleasure of his own female orgasm while getting his first taste of receiving another man's hot cum. The unlikely couple collapsed onto each other within the restrictive space of the lavatory after the amazing sex. They were both panting while enjoying the post-climatic glow in each other arms. "I know this is kinda cliche but I've gotta say: Welcome to the Mile High Club buddy," Carrie said as she began putting back her clothes. Still breathless, Eric could only grin and nod as he too started pulling up his pants. Unlike him, Carrie was struggling a little to put her clothes back especially in such limited space. She had to wait for Eric to leave the lavatory before she could proceed with her attire readjustment. A bit of improvisation was required with the lost buttons but thankfully she did bring a spare blouse. On the way out, Eric was taken aback by the number of passengers who were already waiting outside. His face blushed immensely when he even had to inform an elderly man who was trying to use the lavatory that it was still occupied. A few of them showed displeasure while some couldn't help giggling behind his back. The warmth on his face was almost palpable as he settled back into his seat. The stern look on one of Carrie's colleague's face suggested that she could be in trouble. However, Eric spotted something really peculiar when the stern-looking air hostess walked passed his seat immediately after he was seated. Her tag told Eric that her name was Elizabeth. She seemed older than Carrie - probably in the late 30s. The difference in color of her tag appeared to indicate that she was of the supervisory rank. Her blonde hair was fashioned similarly to Carrie's while her face was still lovely despite her lack of friendliness. Despite being in the same uniform, Elizabeth's figure had slightly more curves than Carrie's slender form even though they were of similar height. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman and there was absolutely nothing wrong about that - except that she was wearing a 'watch' identical to Eric's AER device. As she was passing his seat, the chief stewardess stopped and stared at the AER device on Eric's wrist before moving on. The sudden change of mood from her displeasure to flashing a malicious grin further convinced Eric of his suspicion. He might not be the only receiver of the mysterious gift. By the way that Elizabeth was looking at him during the rest of the flight, Eric had a feeling that the trip to Paris would be more interesting than he and Tim had anticipated. To be continued?