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The Misadventures of Diana Knight Part I - Minding the Pussy
Craig Mannings was at the crossroads of his life. He had just been made
redundant by his job at an estate agent. The housing market had collapsed
recently with the recession and the firm had a policy of last in first
out. Craig had only been employed just over a year and so he was the one
selected for redundancy. The other estate agents were not hiring due to
the economic conditions being what they were. He had applied for a wide
assortment of other jobs, but he lacked the experience and he'd had
several rejection letters despite his degree in English.
So with little else to do he resorted to playing Halo 2 on his X-BOX in
his small first floor flat in the little apartment block in Grantchester.
The news came on the radio in the background. There had been some robbery
at the Northern Bank in Grantchester and one of the tellers had been
arrested for her involvement. If Craig's redundancy money ran out then he
might be forced to do the same or he'd be out on the street.
It wasn't like he knew that many people in town. He'd been to
Grantchester University and had got the job at the estate agents here.
Most of his friends from University had scattered to the far parts of the
country where they'd found jobs; whilst he'd remained here rather than
heading back south to Brighton where his parents lived.
His love life hadn't been much to write home about either. He was almost
the exact opposite to the classic tall dark and handsome man. He was five
foot six at most with a mop of scraggly ginger hair and tea stained
teeth. Other than the rather ill fitting suits he'd worn at the estate
agents he tended to wear sweats and slacks. Style was not something that
had really entered Craig's head.
His only three encounters with the female sex had been brief liaisons.
He'd met Lorna at a University party. She'd been very drunk and they had
a drunken fumble in one of the upstairs rooms. The next day she denied
all knowledge of the event and hadn't wanted to see him ever again.
Bethany had been an utter nightmare from start to finish of the whole two
weeks it lasted. He'd met her in the library and they had gotten talking
about poetry. They had three dates which had seemed to be going well at
first until she'd started insisting that he become a vegetarian and join
her on a raid on a chemical testing research facility to free imprisoned
chimps there. Craig had called it off and run a mile at that.
Alice had been Craig's only girlfriend that had lasted longer than two
weeks and that was mainly because she had gone on holiday to Spain
between their first and second dates. It was only after the second date
when they had ended up in bed that it all had gone to pot. Craig was not
a tall man and that meant that he was not big downstairs either. The look
of disappointment on Alice's face should have given him a clue that all
was not well, and when she yawned half way through his big performance he
really should have taken the hint. Craig had however plunged on
regardless and ignored all the warning signs. Alice waited for his
performance to finish before declaring that she had a headache and
kicking him out. He never saw her again.
Craig crawled out of the pit he called a bed and wondered just what this
particular Monday morning would bring him.
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Craig had often thought about his rather beautiful dark haired neighbour
Diana Knight who lives upstairs in the penthouse apartment, but he had
never had the confidence to strike up any meaningful conversation with
her. The best he had done in the past had been scraps of brief polite
conversation talking about the weather and any other number of trite
meaningless subjects. Now she was on his doorstep and asking him for a
favour.
"I'm sorry to ask this of you, but I have to head home for three weeks or
so to look after my mother who is coming out of hospital following
treatment for cancer. My little pussy will get ever so lonely whilst I'm
away, but will be even hungrier if no one feeds him. Would you do me a
massive favour and feed him for me," Diana begged him. Craig was
desperately trying not to snigger at her saying that her pussy would be
lonely. She was beautiful enough that he doubted that would ever happen;
indeed he'd seen a guy regularly heading into her apartment.
"Of course, but won't your boyfriend be feeding him?" Craig asked.
"That bastard! No, I'm afraid you won't be seeing him round here anymore.
I thought about asking Mrs Sloane next door, but she is as blind as a bat
and she'd probably feed Jenkins the wrong thing," Diana said impatiently.
It seemed that she was anxious to be going.
"Oh I see," Craig replied.
"Look, I'll make it worth your while; say ?500. Oh and here's the key so
you can get in. I'll leave the cat food on the worktop in the kitchen,"
Diana fished in her rather expensive looking handbag and handed Craig a
key and an envelope with a pleading smile.
"Alright, I'm sure I can do it for a few weeks for you," Craig ventured
at last. It was hard to resist that perfect white smile. The money would
come in useful as well as he was behind on his rent and would pay it off
till the end of the month. After that Craig didn't know what he'd do, so
he'd better find a job soon.
"Oh thank you so much. I really appreciate it," Diana gushed. "I'll be
back in three weeks and pick up the key from you then. Jenkins really is
no trouble. Oh and the code for the alarm is 52871." She turned and Craig
got a nice view of her shapely arse in her tight red shorts as she
retreated back towards her apartment. Craig took the key and the
envelope inside and put it down on the side table by the phone before
going back to his console to try and finish the section he was on Halo 2.
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He nearly forgot the next morning that he had to go in and feed Diana's
cat. It was only when he casually turned on the TV and there was a
segment on the trashy talk show all about pets.
"Oh shit! I've gotta go feed Diana's cat," Craig exclaimed to himself. He
quickly pulled on some sweatpants and a grubby T-shirt and found the key
on the sideboard before he headed upstairs.
The penthouse flat was much more spacious and well-appointed that those
in the rest of the building. Indeed whilst there were four flats on the
ground and first floors, the penthouse flat took up the entirety of the
second floor. The entry door was beautifully crafted wood with a
beautiful brass knocker above the letterbox. Craig put the key in the
lock and turned it to open the door. As soon as he did so there was a
soft beeping sound from within. Craig wondered briefly if Diana had left
something on and then it permeated his brain that she had an alarm system
and that he would have to turn it off if he didn't want the police coming
around. But what was the combination?
Craig was sure that she had told him, but his early morning addled brain
could not remember all the details. The cat Jenkins, a Persian long
haired cat came and rubbed around his legs as he shut the door. He tried
to think and pressed 58217.
Incorrect code. Two attempts or 10 minutes remaining.
Craig stared at the little keypad and tried to wrack his brains for the
code that Diana told him yesterday. He was sure that it had a 5, an 8, a
7 a 1 and a 2 in it. He pressed 52817.
Incorrect code. One attempt or 9 minutes remaining.
"Shit," he said to himself. The cat disappeared off into the apartment.
He needed some time to think before he made one last try with the code.
He headed into the apartment. The lounge area had a beautiful white three
piece leather suite and a 50" TV on the wall. Underneath it Diana had the
latest X-Box and a state of the art Hi-Fi system.
"God she really must be loaded," Craig said aloud to himself. He calmed
himself down and made a decision. If he got the number wrong a third
time, he'd just leave the apartment and pretend a burglar had tried to
steal from Diana when the police came. He headed back to the doorway and
typed 58172.
Incorrect code. Door locked and police called.
"Fuck!" Craig said aloud as he uselessly tried the door only to find it
was locked. "Plan B then. Go out the bedroom window."
Craig headed across the lounge and into Diana's bedroom. He was hit by a
faint smell of perfume and feminine smells as he entered the room with
its large four poster bed and walk in wardrobe. The cat Jenkins followed
him in as he headed to the French doors at the side of the room. They too
were locked and the key was not in the lock.
"It's got to be around here somewhere," Craig decided and started to look
in the drawers. The first drawer contained makeup and jewellery. The
second he checked contained bras and panties. He didn't have time to
examine all these as he would have liked, and moved on to the third
drawer that had hosiery. Craig abandoned the drawers and headed into the
walk in wardrobe. Inside the small room were dresses, skirts, tops,
coats, jumpers and all sorts of feminine finery that a woman could
desire. All sorted and arranged neatly. One thing that struck him as odd
was the one shelf that had some male clothing on it.
Probably just something her boyfriend left. He thought as he continued to
search.
Jenkins the cat rubbed around his feet and stepped lightly between the
various pairs of heels, shoes and sandals that were on the floor of the
wardrobe. As he looked down at the cat he noticed a crack in the wall. It
was a secret compartment, which must be the place that had the key! Craig
quickly searched around and found a catch that opened it up. Instead of
seeing any valuables or more importantly the key to the French doors,
there were two skins hanging there on a hanger and above them a mask
showing the perfect representation of the face of Diana Knight. There
were some other things on the shelf that he couldn't quite see given his
height.
What the fuck? Why would she need two masks of her face? Craig thought to
himself. He looked closer at the skins hanging underneath the masks. They
were definitely female with full breasts hanging down from the front. He
examined them further and there was a beautiful pussy at the crutch
surrounded by a dark thatch or realistic looking hairs.
It made no sense. Why would a woman need a suit with breasts and a pussy?
The mask he could understand if she was trying to look like someone else
but a full female bodysuit with tits, pussy and full nails on it? Craig
looked at the rear of the suit and saw there was a zipper partially
undone down the back. He decided to pull it fully down to the back to
where it stopped just above the well-padded bum. The suit easily came off
the hanger and Craig could look inside it. The breasts were smooth at the
back with some kind of sensor on them. When he looked further below at
the inside groin area he could see there were two pouches. One with an
opening on the inside of the suite large enough to put a cock inside that
connected to a small tube that went onto the outside of the pussy. The
other was a stretchy enclosed pouch that must have an opening on the
outside. Two thin capillary tubes ran down the front inside from the
breasts to this opening - her vagina, obviously Craig concluded. It was
now impossible but to make the startling revelation in his mind.
The real beautiful Diana Knight was actually a man in a very realistic
body suit.
Craig had more immediate things to worry about than why a man would
pretend to be a very pretty young woman. The police would be on their way
and he had to get out of here quickly. He still hadn't found the key to
the French doors however and he was trapped in here. A thought, a crazy
thought occurred to him.
What if they found Diana here when they arrived?
He had the bodysuit and her clothes here. He was about the same height as
her. He could put the bodysuit on and pretend to be her for the police
and get rid of them. He jumped up to look at what else was on the top
shelf. There was a corset up there together with what looked like a gum
shield case and another little case. Craig found a chair by Diana's
dressing table and fished all the items down off the shelf. It turned out
that the case of green-blue contacts to match her eyes and a set of
dentures in the other case to give Diana her smile. Without thinking
Craig popped the dentures in his mouth and then used the nearby mirror to
help him put the contacts in. It was a race against time now for him to
be ready before the police got to the flat.
Craig looked suspiciously at the corset and decided that unfortunately it
would be needed to give him the shape he needed to get into the bodysuit.
He loosened off the strings of the corset and then stepped into it,
positioning it around his midriff. Then he felt around his back to try
and find the cords to tighten the device. He succeeded and felt all the
air be pushed out from his chest as the device tightened. He quickly tied
it off and bent down to pick up the suit, only to find that with the
corset fully tightened there was no way he could bend down.
Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought!
Craig fished the bodysuit up to the bed with his toes and then just about
managed to pick it up. He made a quick examination of the suit and
decided the best way to put it on was to step into it like a pair of
overalls. It was a little harder than he'd imagined though, since he
needed to pull up the latex leggings over his own legs and then smooth
them out so that he had the appearance of Diana's smooth shapely pins.
The outer skin felt smooth, just as a real woman's legs were and little
Craig started to get excited. Once he was in the latex leg parts Craig
reached down to get his hardening cock and manoeuvre it into the pouch
made for a man's cock. He had to force his penis backwards a little to
get it at the right angle to go into the pouch before he could pull up
the heavily padded buttocks and hips over his own.
Compared to that getting his arms into those of the Diana bodysuit was
relatively easy and he spent a little of the precious time he had lining
up the fingers so that the manicured nails were all lined up correctly
with each finger. His breasts were a little flopped forward and Craig
realised that he would need to do the zipper up at the back before they
would sit nicely on his chest. It was tough reaching around his back and
finding the zipper, but eventually he managed it.
Now from below the neck Craig had the form of the rather beautiful raven
haired beauty that was Diana Knight. However he didn't have time to
admire himself in the mirror, time was ticking by and the police would be
here soon. Craig took the mask and inspected it. The back part under the
hair had a slight slit in it with Velcro to seal it afterwards. Craig
shrugged inwardly and stretched it over his head and then carefully
positioned it over his own features in the mirror, such that Diana's
already made up eye sockets fitted around his now green-blue contact
laden eyes. Then he felt around the back for the Velcro seal under her
raven haired locks and sealed it onto his head. He now fully had the form
and body of Miss Knight and was disturbed at how good he looked. Craig
decided to experiment with moving his mouth to see what happened. He was
surprised and pleased that Diana's mouth moved too in synchronisation
with his own.
This bodysuit thing was amazing and it was lucky that he was a small guy,
just like the man, whoever he was, who was really pretending to be Miss
Knight. Craig could feel a stirring in his loins. He wanted to make love
to this beautiful, sexy Diana Knight. The problem was that it was now him
who was actually in her skin. He was confused, excited and scared all at
the same time.
Rap, rap, rap. "Miss Knight are you there? It's the police! We had an
alarm signal us at this address," a male voice came from the door.
The new Diana Knight was naked in her bedroom. She could hardly answer
the door like this, but there wasn't time to get her dressed. Then
suddenly Craig had an idea.
"Just a minute!" he called out in his best high pitched voice. The voice
that came out though was that of the real or rather the original pretend
Diana Knight.
What the fuck?
Craig dashed in the bathroom and wet the hair on the mask and grabbed a
towel. As he went to the door, he started to wrap the towel around his
new body to cover up his newly gained assets.
"What's the problem officer?" the fake Diana Knight asked through the
door. Jenkins the cat came out to rub around his mistresses legs, purring
away now that his mistress was back.
"We had an alarm tripped at this address Miss. We need to confirm that
you haven't been burgled or that you are not under duress," the policemen
said through the doorway.
"Oh yes I'm fine officer," the fake Diana called back. Hopefully that
would get rid of them and he could get out of this bodysuit thing.
"I'm sorry Miss, we have to confirm you are not under duress and confirm
your identity with our finger print reader," the officer said clearly
through the door. "I'm going to disable the alarm if you could open the
door for us please!"
There was an audible click. Craig / Diana had no choice no however. He
had to open the door to them, but how would he pass a fingerprint scan?
The new Diana opened the door. There were two uniformed Police Officers
on the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry I went straight into the shower. I must have forgotten to
disable the alarm before I did so," the fake Diana told them.
"That's all right Miss," The policeman produced a device that looked a
bit like a mobile phone which had a large white square on the screen. "If
you could just put your index finger for your right hand on the screen
please, we'll have this all cleared up in a minute."
Craig had no choice but to comply, but soon they would find him out for
the fake that he was. He put Diana's beautifully manicured finger on the
device and as he did so he forgot that it was previously holding the
towel up to preserve Diana's modesty. Craig blushed and the two
policeman stared at her naked form. Craig / Diana struggled to bend down
with the corset constricting him to try and pick up the towel. He only
just succeeded and in the process gave the policemen a wonderful view of
Diana's cleavage.
The machine made a ping noise and came up green with the words "Diana
Knight - Confirmed" on it. What the fuck?
What the fuck? This suit must have her fingerprints built into it as
well.
"We usually take down the particulars of criminals Miss Knight, but you
are not one of them, so I suggest that you cover up yours," the policeman
said kindly, though it didn't stop him continuing to get an eyeful of
Diana's sexy body.
Craig quickly moved the towel back into position to cover up his new
breasts and fanny. It wasn't a natural position for a man to put a towel,
but he had seen women do it on movies.
"Thank you for your diligence in coming to my aid gentlemen, but as you
can see I'm perfectly all right," the fake Diana told the police.
"We just need to check you're flat to make sure that you are not under
any duress Miss," the policeman replied.
"Oh I assure you that I am not under any duress," The fake Diana replied.
Craig had realised that he really didn't want the policemen going into
the bedroom and finding the secret compartment in the walk in wardrobe.
The second bodysuit was still hanging there on display for all to see
through the open secret door.
"We have to check Miss. You could be just saying that as you are under
duress," the policeman says stepping into the hallway.
Shit, shit, shit.
Craig struggled to hold up his towel as well as follow the policeman into
the living area. His long dark hair was still dripping on the wooden
floor as it was still wet from where he'd doused it earlier. The
policeman looked around the living room and then headed towards the
bedroom. Craig realised that he'd have to do something. It was now or
never. He raced forward and allowed the towel to slip down to Diana's
ankles such that she tripped and fell over the towel. The fake Diana
tumbled forward and landed hard on the floor. Craig had hoped that the
fake breasts on the front would cushion his fall, but when he hit the
wooden boards he felt the pressure of the fall on his breasts. How could
that be?
"Miss Knight are you all right?" The policeman called as he turned. Just
then Craig realised that he was on his front and the zipper would be
displayed. Craig quickly turned over so that his back was no longer on
display. Of course now his breasts and fanny were now fully on view once
again to the two policemen.
One of the policemen came over and picked the fake Diana up in his strong
arms and carried her over to the bed. Craig tried to wriggle free,
without any success.
"Steady on Miss Knight, you had a nasty fall there," the policeman told
her. "That's what happens when you run in the wet. I always tell my
little girls off for running when they are still wet."
Craig looked up at the Policeman from the bed and noticed that the man
had an enlarged area in his pants. It was not perhaps what he wanted to
see at this moment being completely naked in a female bodysuit on a bed.
"I'm sure I'll be alright Officer, it was just a little fall." Craig
hadn't intended it to sound quite so girly and weak, but in Diana's voice
it sounded just like that.
"Yes, well Miss Knight you should get a little rest in case you are
concussed. I think everything seems to be in order here," the policeman
says the last taking in Diana's nude body on the bed. "You just be
careful next time to turn the alarm off when you come in. I'll shut the
door on our way out."
The Policemen headed out and Craig breathed a sigh of relief. He'd
survived the whole experience with everything intact, except maybe his
dignity. Obviously as Diana Knight, no one actually knew it was him so
that was that. Now he was alone Craig was able to fully check out Diana's
body. It was an opportunity to do something that he'd dreamed of for
ages, but had no hope of ever achieving. Getting into Diana's pussy was
something he'd thought about often as she passed by, but he never thought
that it would happen like this.
The fake Diana sat up bed and poked her finger under the covers to feel
out her pussy. She slipped her fingers under the cover and into the slit
in between her legs. Craig was astonished that he could feel his own
finger in the hole, but also was disappointed that it was dry as a bone
in there. Well perhaps this wasn't going to be as fun as he thought. He
decided that perhaps he would play with her gorgeous tits instead. He
started to grab and squeeze his breasts and was surprised to find that he
could feel the touch of his hands on his new nipples. A little electric
wave of pleasure was transmitted from his touch to his chest.
Oh my God! I never knew it was like this!
Craig continued playing with his tits, squeezing his nipples and giving
himself more and more pleasure turning himself on more and more. He could
feel his dick being squeezed at it enlarged deep within himself and he
really desperately needed to play with it. However it was buried deep
within the Diana bodysuit. Briefly he wondered if he could get at his
dick through his pussy hole. At this point taking off the suit was
completely impractical as a way of getting at it, so instead he plunged
his manicured hands into his fake pussy and got a shock. His fake pussy
was now sopping wet, how he didn't know. It now felt just like a real
pussy and Craig wondered whether he tasted just like a real girl down
there now also. He extracted his hand and licked the pussy juice from his
beautiful fingers.
Hmmmm just like the real thing.
Craig went in for more and touched his G-spot as he did so. The waves of
pleasure from his tits were nothing compared to this. Craig had never
experienced anything like it so he rubbed Diana's G-Spot again and got
the same reaction in his nether regions. The bolt of pleasure went right
to his cock in the pouch and sent him into overload, shooting his load
through the tube connector and out through the pee hole above his pussy.
Ewwww.
His sticky cum went all over his hand and Craig realised that he would
need to go and wash it all off. The fake Diana padded naked into her en
suite bathroom and pulled some toilet tissue to wipe herself down. Just
as Craig had finished wiping his fake hand and the fake vagina clean he
realised that he had to have a pee. It was something that he'd found in
the past that after sex he would need to urinate. Once again, taking off
the suit to do so was not going to be practical, so he had no alternative
but to go in the suit.
With nothing else to do he sat Diana's luscious behind on the toilet and
let go, hoping that all would work as it should through this suit. After
a minute he heard a satisfied tinkling sound below him in the toilet
bowl. It took him a while to empty his bladder, but once done he got up
and wiped his vagina down.
Craig wondered just why a man would want to pretend to be a fake woman in
a suit. Diana was the girl of his dreams who he'd desperately wanted to
screw; he just never saw himself being her. It was then that Jenkins the
cat started rubbing up against the fake Diana's legs that he remembered
that he still hadn't fed the cat. The one task he'd come up here to do.
He decided that he'd attend to that first and keep the cat quiet before
he got out of this stupid woman suit and back into his own clothes.
Diana, the real fake one that is, had said that she would leave food out
on the worktop for the cat but there was no sign of it when he went into
the beautifully fitted kitchen. The kitchen had gadgets everywhere within
it. Not only did it have a 22" flat panel TV on the wall, but below that
there was a rather nice set of speakers that Craig strongly suspected
linked to a multi room streaming box.
This woman had everything!
Craig mentally had to correct himself. Diana wasn't a real woman, she was
a man who was pretending to be her. He briefly wondered if there ever was
a real Diana Knight or whether the whole identity was a fiction as he
searched the cupboards for the cat food. All the lower cupboards were
devoid of any food for the cat, and Craig was left with looking in the
top cupboards that he couldn't reach. He headed over and fetched a chair
to look in the two top cupboards next to the window. He climbed onto the
chair and opened the cupboard to reveal that he had hit the jackpot and
found the cat food. That however was not all that the fake Diana
revealed. For she was stood in the second floor window completely naked
and there was a young man in the building across the street looking out
of his window directly at her.
The fake Diana tried to lean away from the window as she plucked the box
of cat food from the cupboard. Unfortunately this made the chair that the
fake Diana was standing on unbalanced and Craig could feel it starting to
tip. For the second time today the fake Diana fell and this time she
ended up on the kitchen floor lino with cat biscuits scattered both over
her and around her on the kitchen floor.
Jenkins hopped down from the worktop where he had been watching
proceedings and began to crunch happily on the cat biscuits on Diana
making crumbs everywhere on her including in her snatch.
Shit this will never do. I can't put the suit back all dirty; the man
when he comes back will surely notice.
Craig had two choices available to him. Take off the suit and wash it
like doing the laundry or take a shower in the suit. Craig hated doing
the laundry, so he decided that he would take a shower and then take off
the suit. He headed into the en suite bathroom and turned on the water,
which was piping hot, though with the exception of his breasts he could
hardly feel it on his skin. Craig picked up some of the bottles of
strange gloop that Diana had in her bathroom and liberally applied them
to her body before getting some shampoo and conditioner and washing the
hair on the mask. Having completed the shower, the fake Diana stepped out
and picked up a large towel to start drying herself down.
It was then that the phone in the lounge started to ring. Still dripping
and without thinking, Craig headed towards it and picked it up.
"Hello?" the sexy voice of Diana Knight came out of his mouth.
Shit! Why did I just answer that!
To be continued .....
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