New life in latex

"Wakey wakey"

The metallic sound of the speaker woke me up from my slumber.

I remembered something about someone pulling me into a van, a needle to my neck and then      everything went black 

My senses felt limited. My hearing was dull and my vision was constrained. My breathing was forced because of some mask.
But there was something nagging my mind. 

  
My groin felt flat.
"Where the fuck is my dick?!", I screamed in a muffled cry.
 

The suit I was wearing was beginning to making it blatantly clear that my body had changed.
My ass felt huge. 

"Oh no", I whispered to myself when I began putting one and one together.
My hands was holding breasts on my chest. 
Even though I spoke with a muffled voice and covered ears, I could hear my higher voice clearly. 

 

 "I`m a fucking chick!". I repeated that phrase over and over in disbelief. I tried to remove the mask but it wouldn´t budge the slightest.

"Welcome!". The metallic voice from the speaker was heard once more. There were a certain glee to his voice. "As our latest guest I hope the accomodation has been to your satisfaction", the voice said.                                                                                  "Fuck you!", I roared from behind my mask and gave the unseen voice the finger.                                                      "There there. No need to insult the one that have given you a new life like that", the voice said with an condencending tone 

 "Pose for me", the voice said.

"Screw you", I growled.

"This was not a question. An adjustment seems to be in order"

I felt a prickle in the back of my head, like thousands of angry ants milling around.

"Pose. For. Me", the voice commanded once more.

I was just about to tell him to fuck himself when an enormous urge to move my body came over me.


 

I moved my hips from side to side seductively and my hands caressed my latex clad body.

"Good girl",the voice said in a pleased tone.

"I`m not a girl", I said with gritted teeth, humiliated and angry that I looked and moved like an over-sexed woman. 

"You are indeed", the voice said.
"You move like a woman"
"You sound like a woman"
"You look like a woman"
 The voice paused fora couple of seconds.
"But there is one thing..."

"...you don´t think as a woman"
"Not like my kind of woman" 

                                                              There was an all-out assault from the angry ants again, covering my whole brain. "UGH!", I cried out.  I could feel my mind slip. My will beginning to vane completely. Other thoughts was beginning to take place. Of submission. And of love to a man I´ve never met. I was slipping into an abyss where I was merely an spectator. This body didn´t belong to me anymore.

  

"Remove your hood."

 The voice was surprisingly affectionate. My body obeyed.

I saw strands of platinum white hair fall down on both sides of my face when the mask came off. The coolness of the room felt as an refreshing change in opposite to the damp and confining mask.

There was an audible gasp from the voice. 

"You look exquisite"

"Thank you Master", I heard my voice say.

I was truly a passenger in this female vessel.

 The door behind me slided open with a faint hiss.

I knew that what ever he looked like, he would the man of my dreams.

 

 

Finders, keepers

"GUYS! Do you see what I see?! Over there! There is a bunch of people in the water! ", Owen shouted and began to run towards them. The rest of the group followed quickly.

 When they reached the first person they noticed that something was strange.

"Check the others", Mike instructed his friends. "This one is a bodysuit"

In fact all of them were.



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Owen was the first one to speak out: "Alright gentlemen. Somehow we have a bunch of expensive bodysuits in pristine condition, aside from the sand, in front of us", and gestured to the line of female suits.  

"Do you think they can be tracked?", one of them wondered.

"Nope. These kind of suits is top of the line. Rich buyers doesn´t want to be tracked. Bad for the reputation".

"So these are some de-luxe models? Maybe we can get a finders fee?

"Good thinking, but think of it; we found these in the water and the owner probably regard them was a loss at this moment. Nobody is looking for them".

"So what you are saying is..."

Mike grinned and nodded. .
"We put them on". 

"I feel all sandy. Even down "There""
"Me too"
"Gentleleadies. How about we clean up our new bodies?"
All five of them made a wry smile.

 

"Ah! That was refreshing! I feel like a whole new woman!", one of them said an snickered.

"This will be an amazing vacation!", another said.

"They are fully functional right? I will definately find myself a man and find out if female orgasms are what they make them out to be".

 "I can help you out with that. If you are a lesbian", Mike winked.

Owen just smiled.  This was an old fantasy of his and he had decided he would act and live as a female to the fullest.

Fun at the fair

 

Michael felt frustration, anger and panic well up inside of him. He had been given one task from their mother, take care of his younger brother Sammy at the fair.

It had started of well with Michael telling Sammy that if he behaved he would be lenient with him and do stuff that he wanted. Not all, but most of it. So far so good.

Sammy had been eating cotton candy, going for a ride on the carousel and even visited the gypsy who gifted him with an "magical rock" in her very lavishly decorated tent.

But now he had had an fit and run away from him, that little brat. Just because he didn't get a candy bar. "Life isn't fair, little brother", he thought to himself and gritted his teeth.

He had seen the direction Sammy went off in and asked a couple of visitors if they had seen his brother, a little kid of eight with blonde hair and a red t-shirt. He thanked the people that pointed him in the right direction.

One of the last people he had asked said that they saw a kid fitting the description running into the pottery exhibition. He was closing in.
 
Michael searched the area but found nothing. He sighed despondently.

"Are you looking for a blonde kid?

Michael turned around and saw that it was one of the potters, a girl, that had spoken to him.

"Uhm yeah. How did you know?"

She giggled.

"You looked like you lost someone", she said.

"I have. My little brat of a brother ran away and now I can't find him", Michael grumbled.

"He might be closer than you think", she said and winked. Then she added: "bro"

Michael was speechless. He could see it in her features somehow, the mischevious smile of his brother. "Sammy?", he stammered.

"This was fun!", the girl, Sammy, his brother, exclaimed. "Best hide and seek ever!"

"H-How?"

"I ran into her with my gypsy stone. Then I was her. Her name is Linda and look; I can do pottery now!". Sammy-in-Linda clearly had profiency making objects out of clay. 

Michael shuddered at the thought if Sammy had kept up the charade he would never had found him.

"Sammy, come on. You must leave her. I can buy you a candy bar if you do. We can even go take a ride in the bumper cars"

His little brother in his female body stopped what he was doing and seemed to ponder something. "You know what? I'm a big girl now. I can ride all the rides if I want to!"

Michael groaned. Even as another person his little brother was insufferable.

"Come on!", Sammy said and grabbed Michaels hand with his own slender fingers.

Michael figured that to an outsider it would look like a couple heading towards the rollercoaster. 
Michael groaned again. He just couldn't let go of his little brother once more.

Making friends

Jeremy was part of a small gang of guys that liked to hang out with each other. Not nerdy nor sporty types, they were your everyday guys with a taste for pranks.

Robert had called him, urging him to let go of everything he was doing at the moment and come to his house. Something was up.

---

He didn't recognize the girl at Robert's place and it was strange she was there. They had made a deal that they never invited girlfriends or female friends to their small gatherings, just to keep things friction free.

"Hey Rob! Hello unknown girl!", he called out to them. Rob waved back, the girl did not. She was just staring right forward.

"Errrr....Rob? Maybe you should introduce me to your female friend?", he said and gave the girl a sceptic look.

"Sure! I'm sure you've met her before", he grinned. "This, my friend, is Hank"

"Unusual name for a girl"

"Our Hank"

Jeremy was stumped for a second. "What do you mean: "Our Hank?""

"That's Hank right there", Rob continued to press on, trying to convince Jeremy that the girl in fact was Hank.
"I'll show ya!"

Jeremy produced a white gem attached to a necklace from his pocket and began to swing it back and forth in front of the girls eyes.

"For five seconds I want your head to transform back into Hank's head, then back to this head again", Jeremy said to her.
"Plavio!"

Her face distorted for a micro-second and suddenly Hank's head,beard and all, appeared betwen her shoulders!
After five seconds it changed back to the attractive girls head.
Jeremy stared the girl, then at Robert. "Where did you get that?"

---

"I found it when I cleaned the attic, in one of grandma's old coffers. The instructions where dead-easy, just swing it in front of anyone and they will do whatever you tell them to do"

"So poor Hank here was your first test subject?", Jeremy glanced over his shoulder towards the Hank-Girl.

"Yup, he was faster than you coming here so he became the lucky one", Rob grinned.

"Never thought I would be thankful for getting stuck in traffic. Otherwise it would have been me sitting there"

"Who said I wouldn't change you too?", Rob said and began to swing the gem in front of Jeremy.

---

"Hannah and Jenny, when you are done massaging my legs and back I want you to relax a little around the pool.

Rob had made Hank and Jeremy appreciate their female bodies, that they liked being girls. He had also made sure that they would remember anything they did in their girl bodies.

He had used them as his personal servants, obeying his every whim, except for the sexual ones. He didn't want to betray his friends. But that didn't stop him from enjoying looking at their sexy bodies.

"Aaaaaah. That's the spot Jenny. Just a little bit harder"

The New Couple

"Rick! I didn't think you would see you today!", Cathy exclaimed happily when she saw her boyfriend come through the door out to the backyard.

Her heart skipped a beat seeing his chiseled and muscular body, tanned to perfection. She was so lucky having caught a guy like him.

"I missed you babe, so I decided to come over", he responded with a white smile.

She ran up to him and jumped into his waiting arms and hugged him, his hands embracing her close to him.

They broke the hug and she gave him a kiss on the cheek before letting go completely.

Cathy noticed a piece of jewelry around his neck she hadn't seen before. It looked expensive with several rows of gems. "Never thought I would see you wearing something as ostentatious like that", she said and tapped the necklace.

Rick grinned a wide smile and pulled up something from his backpocket. "There's two of them. The guy selling them to me said they were made for couples that wanted to prove their love to each other".

Cathy's heart melted. "N'awwww. You are so cute!"

She turned around and pushed away her long hair, exposing her neck. "Put it around me"

The metal felt cold against her chest.

But when Rick snapped the clasp together it felt like she had been shot by lightning and everything went dark.

---

"Whoa there! I've got you!"

To Jimmy it had been like that at one point he had been in his room casting the spell that would send his conciousness into the medallion, and the next he was standing in Cathy's backyard feeling the breeze against his skin.

"It's one hell of a rush, isn't it?", Trent asked from Rick's body.

Jimmy was still woozy but he knew he was in Cathy's body. "Hold on. I've got this", he said with her dulcet and sweet voice, still trying to find his footing.
After a couple of seconds he had regained his balance and could stand without help.

"This is fricking amazing! I'm Cathy!", Jimmy exclaimed and felt up his curvy bikini clad female body with his slender hands.

Trent in Rick's body couldn't help to feel aroused seeing the girl in front of him touching herself practically everywhere.

The bulge in his shorts was growing, much to his own dismay. And of course did Jimmy notice.

"Haha! Cool! I made your dick grow! I kinda understand why girls love being such teasers, they love watching the reaction guys don't have control over."

"Not that I love to cocktease", he added.

"Hard to believe the way you are touching yourself", Trent retorted whilst trying to hide his big boner.

"Maybe it is some innate girl skill?", Jimmy grinned and touched his boobs seductively. "Beautiful girls like me can be such teasers", she said an blew a raspberry to him.

"It's your fault if I jump you....'Cathy' "

Jimmy giggled a girly laugh. "Later, remember? Let's stick to our plan. First we get aquinted to our bodies and then we'll go inside and so some "deep" exploration", Jimmy said and winked.
"As for now I want to take a swim in my hot female body. I'm dying to know how it feels having water around my boobs when I'm swimming".

How can you stand it

To Linda Jeremy had become less understanding and had in many cases begun taking her for granted. He was quick to be annoyed when they were supposed to go out somewhere and she needed time to get done. He expected her to look her best at all times.
Which made her annoyed instead.

Their relationship was slowly detoriating thanks to this. They snapped at each other and was quick to angry.
To Linda it was immensly frustrating. If only Jeremy could understand her side of things.
If only....hmmm. She remembered something her grandfather had given her so many years ago.

Linda runmaged through a box of her older belongings and found what she was looking for.
It was an long ornate carved candle with subtle inscriptions to the base. Her grandfather had told her it was a wishing candle.

After placing it on a secure surface she lit it up with a matchstick, closing her eyes and worded her wish.
"I wish that Jeremy could understand what it is like being a girl and have the need to look pretty all the time".

The flame burned bright blue for a second before turning back to the ordinary yellow color.

A horrified female shriek from the living room pierced the silence of their house.

---

"I'm a woman!", Jeremy panicked.
"I'm a fucking woman!"

"That's not so bad you know. Half the people of Earth is women". Linda had trouble not giggling at Jeremy's situation.

"How the fuck did this happen?!", he said whilst pacing around. "For fuck sake. Can't these thing ever stop flopping around?", he shouted furiously and grabbed his breasts.

"I know how". It was impossible not giggling now, much to Jeremy's annoyance.

He gave her a death stare. "How?"

"Didn't think it would turn out like this. I wished for you to understand girls, that's all", she said with a wide smile, finding the situation hilarious.

Jeremy was royally pissed off now and walked forward grabbing her shoulders, demanding to be changed back. His anger turned to shock when he realized that Linda was taller than him by an inch and she fairly easy could release his grip on her.
Linda enjoyed not being able to be physically pushed around anymore by Jeremy. It gave her a sense of control.

"You'll change back when either you understand women or the candle has burned out", she told him.

"What candle?", he asked quizzically.
She told the story to him.

"Great! I'll change back as soon we extuinguish the flame!", he said and looked happy for a second.

"No. It's not that easy", Linda began, "If the candle is extuingished you'll be stuck. It needs to burn out by itself".

All color disappeared from Jeremy's face when he understood that his future was depending on how well a candle wick burned.

"How long?", his voice shivered.

"Two weeks"

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"How can girls even wear this?", Jeremy complained and tugged at his borrowed bikini bottoms. "I feel like a piece of meat".

"Girls are constantly judged. It is one of the things you need to learn. Either we don't dress pretty enough or we dress way too revealing. It's hard pleasing everybody, because everybody has an opinion", Linda lectured Jeremy.

He brooded over the fact that while looking like a girl guys would check him out. He shuddered over the thought of this. Linda had threatened bringing him to the beach to experience how it was to be a girl to the fullest. If he didn't comply she would douse the flame prematurely leaving him stuck as a girl.

"I know", he grumbled and looked down. "I've checked out girls and judged them on how they looked like".

"See!", Linda exclaimed. "You are beginning to understand!"

Huh?"

"We will have so much fun!", Linda held Jeremy's hands and had an expectant look on her face. "We will take it easy today and relax because tomorrow we will go to the mall shopping!". Linda leaned her head to the side; "Because you, girl, really needs a couple of new outfits".

On the outside he forced a smile. "Great. I'm looking forward to it".
Internally Jeremy groaned.

Magic Remote - Broken

"Ehm, Marcus...Marcia...or whatever, sit down. I have bad news".
The attractive girl in front of Paul sat down and watched him.
"I'm so sorry for this", he continued and had tears welling up in his eyes. "I can't change you back"
She blinked a couple of times.
"I'm so sorry I made you into a brunette bimbo. It was just for fun. I promise! I meant to change you back"
Her eyes just looked empty at him.
He took a deep breath after collecting himself. "The remote was destroyed after I dropped it and then ran over it with my car. There's nothing I can do".
Still no reaction. Maybe Marcus was so far imbedded in Marcia that he had lost control.
Then her lips began to move. It looked like it was a struggle to form the words. "I...forgiiiv...uuu. Donn giv-v upppp on mieeee".
Tears rolled down Paul's chin. His friend Marcus was still alive in her somehow.
Her vacant expression was replaced by a look of concern. "Oh no. Master is sorry! Let Marcia take care of you!", she said and pressed Pauls head against her generous bosom. She patted his head and told him that everything would be alright.
Conflicting feelings tore Paul asunder. He wanted to be comforted and he knew that Marcus was inside of her, comforting him. On the other hand if he kept it up like this the Marcia persona would be even more dominant, perhaps pushing away Marcus forever, leaving only his bimbo girlfriend in control