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jamies-latex-lust · 4 months ago

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Hermione's Great Merge

James entered his room and saw the bodysuit on the bed. He recalled what it was. It was one of the new identity replacement suits. It would slowly wrap and slither onto and over the host, covering head to toe and self sealing itself fully removing all seams and zips. Then it would create intense pleasure which at the point of climax would replace the mind and persona of the host with the character the suit was made to be.

This suit was made to be Hermione, as a young adult in a skin tight green and black latex suit in the slytherin uniform style. Attached high heeled boots and tight shiny gloves. and of course her innocent face and long hair attached to the collar. It laid deflated on his bed, waiting.

As a confused James approached, the suit seemed to respond to his presence. It laid there, its shiny, skin-tight green and black latex body wanting him. The attached high-heeled boots and tight gloves reflected the light with a glossy texture.

The suit seemed almost to call to him, its form beckoning him to come closer, to touch its smooth, stretchy material, silently communicating its desire to merge with him.

Its curves and features were distinctly feminine – a pronounced bust and a shapely butt alongside a curvy waist. James could already imagine how strange and perhaps slightly uncomfortable the transformation would feel as he would be forced into the tight and unforgiving latex. The suit seemed to almost beckon to him again, a silent, almost impatient, call to touch and inspect further.

As he touched the suit its energy grew, it was invigorated by its soon to be host, James's touch seemed to ignite a new level of power in the suit. It squirmed and shifted, seemingly trying to pull itself closer to him, its eagerness and anticipation increasing.

James turned around, thinking about where it came from or why it was here, he recalled a friend wanting to send him a gift, something to change his life for the better. He stood facing away about to leave the room again as the boots slid forward and touched the back of his feet, they started to open up as the merging begun, James was unable to move as the power from it’s aura locked him in place, and now had him at it's mercy.

James could feel as the boots closed over his feet, their shape conforming and molding themselves around his feet until they were completely sealed shut. With a steady, deliberate movement, the suit posed his feet into arches and then continued its ascent up his legs, slowly creeping higher with each passing moment. The latex material was cool and slick as it pressed against his skin, creating a tight and inescapable embrace.

The suit's ascent continued, travelling further up his legs until it reached the tops of his thighs. It encircled his skin and held on tightly, the texture of the latex sleek and smooth. Despite the strange and helpless feeling, there was also a strange sense of pleasure beginning to emerge, a pleasurable sensation that seemed to accompany the suit's progress. Each moment held him in its grip, the transformation unfolding inexorably.

James felt a growing mixture of sensations as the suit continued its transformation - there was the pressure, as his legs were squeezed and molded to match Hermione's shape, becoming more slender and sleeker. His feet shrunk a few sizes, and his thighs grew thicker, all while wrapped in the tight, unrelenting latex.

The suit continued, now encircling his hips and lower abdomen, slowly molding his own body to that of hers. The transformation was becoming more intense now, as his lower body adjusted to the female body of Hermione.

The latex clung to his skin, creating an intimate and inescapable connection. The suit squeezed, pushed, and molded his form, making his hips more supple and feminine, and his abdominal muscles more lean and trim.

James could only gasp and moan as the transformation continued. His hips popped and cracked as they widened, the suit insisting on molding them. A growing, intense pressure started to build in his bulge, an indication that the suit was gearing up to further shape and transform his lower half to match Hermione. With a big squeeze it slowly pushed and shrunk his dick smaller and smaller before pushing it inside him and creating his new womanhood.

The suit squeezed tighter, now reaching all the way to his chest. The latex material molded itself to his skin, squeezing and pushing as it forced his muscles to change and adapt. It was as if the suit was determined to make his upper body match Hermione's form perfectly.

James's chest felt the intense pressure of the suit as it continued. His muscles and bones groaned in protest as the suit forced them to shrink and shift, molding him into a more slender and feminine shape.

The suit's grip around his back and torso now was near-total, the latex material enveloping him completely. The transformation was intense, and James's moans and gasps became louder as the suit forced his masculine form to change and adapt to its new purpose.

His broad shoulders began to shrink, becoming narrower and more delicate. At the same time, his spine became more arched, his chest more prominent. His arms where wrapped as they slipped into the gloves. Sealing closed around them as his arms slendered and weakened, his hands shrunk and fingers became dainty and delicate.

The intensity in the suit built higher, preparing to inflate his butt and bust. All around his body, the suit's tight, latex material squeezed and pressed at the edges, as if anticipating the moment it would strike.

The suit's grip tightened one more time, before the latex material shifted and moved suddenly, beginning to expand and shift around his lower half. The transformation was powerful and swift, as his butt began to fill out, becoming rounder and more shapely to match Hermione's full and plump derriere.

With the expansion of his butt fully completed, the suit then continued its journey, now moving on to his bust. The pressure around his chest returned, as the latex material squeezed and pressed his ribs further.

James's breathing was now heavy and laboured, his gasps and moans louder as the transformation on his upper half was nearly completed. The suit squeezed and molded his former masculine chest into a full and rounded bust, forcing his muscles and tissue to conform and new breasts to push out from the latex suit.

The transformation moved higher, now encircling his neck and moving up to his head. The suit squeezed and pressed against his skin, forcing his throat to adapt and change to a more slender shape, in preparation to change his voice to match Hermione's. At the same time, he felt the sensation of the suit's head rise behind his own, opening up and preparing to merge with him completely.

James's mind was now a whirling vortex of pleasure and pain as the transformation continued, almost reaching its climax as the suit completed its work on his neck and moved on to his head.

The suit began to envelop his head, the latex expanding as it began to consume him. James could feel the helmet-like shell close around his face, the transformation so close to completion now. As the suit closed around his head, the familiar face of Hermione rose up his own starting to seal at the chin.

James let out a final moan, his features beginning to align with hers, molding to match Hermione's exact details. The latex material pressed against his face, sealing together to create her familiar expression. The sensation was overwhelming, as he felt the final moments of his own identity vanishing to be replaced by hers completely as her face fully formed over his own. And her hair rooted into his scalp.

As the last seams sealed up he fell onto the bed. He squirmed and moaned as the suit went through the final touches. The pleasure doubled as it was coming. Somehow he knew the orgasm that was building would replace his mind and persona with hers fully and forever. But he could not stop it. It only got stronger.

James's words echoed through the room, his voice straining as he yelled out in need and desire.

"YES! MAKE ME HER! I NEED IT! I NEED TO BE HER!" His mind was consumed with the need for transformation, to become her in every way. The suit responded, its latex material shifting and moving as if it knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed.

It rubbed and squeezed as he desperately rubbed between his legs. Mind going foggy but feeling so good he stopped resisting and let pleasure take him. And with a final, intense female orgasm, James felt himself slipping away, the boundary between his own mind and persona slowly vanishing. The suit's influence grew stronger, its transformation complete, as it took over every aspect of his being, eradicating any remaining shred of his former self and replacing him entirely with Hermione.

James's consciousness faded away and he fainted as the transformation concluded, his mind and persona fully eradicated by the suit. The room fell silent, the only sound being the faint creak of the latex material settling into its final shape.

After a moment, the silence was broken by a soft, feminine sigh. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, taking in the room and her surroundings.

Hermione looked down at her body, taking in the sight of her latex-clad form. The suit hugged her body snugly, every curve and muscle perfectly displayed. She flexed her fingers, feeling the smoothness of the latex and the power it held. It all seemed so natural, so right.

Hermione moved to the mirror, her movements fluid and confident, as she took in the sight of herself in the tight, darkly-colored Slytherin bodysuit. Every seam and curve was perfectly shown, and her hair cascaded around her face in a perfectly coiffed style.

She smirked at her reflection, the magic that powered the suit and her transformation instilled in her the dark and cunning energy of a loyal member of the House of Slytherin. She felt powerful, seductive and utterly beautiful.

Hermione stood for a while longer admiring her new and slender form. She was a goddess, her power and beauty magnified by the suit that had consumed him and freed her. The dark magic of the bodysuit seethed within her, driving her to embrace her new personality and existence as Hermione, a sinister and seductive member of Slytherin.

Hermione ran her hands over her body, feeling the smoothness and power of the latex suit as she prepared to embark on her new life as a powerful witch. James was gone, and Hermione was here to stay, permanently. The suit and its magic had eradicated her old identity, and with it, any pretence of innocence or morality she may have had in Gryffindor house.

She strutted confidently towards the door, the click of her high-heeled boots echoing through the room. With each step, she felt more and more like a powerful and formidable witch, ready to take on the wizarding world with her newfound magic and seductive power. - Hello darlings, here is a new fun tale inspired by Bass Canon! I wanted to do a bodysuit tf for a while so I thought I'd share it with you as well! Hope you're all doing wonderful! Stay sexy! Miss Jamie x

#tg story #suit #merging #feminization #corruption #latex #magic #ai image

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jamies-latex-lust · 5 months ago

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A goth girl sleeps inside us all. Will you wake her?

#caption picture #latex #gothic #identity change #corruption

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jamies-latex-lust · 5 months ago

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jamies-latex-lust · 6 months ago

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Euphoric Grasp

[I hope it’s okay if I make a little request with this submission. I had been planning on submitting a different story this month, but I was talking to a friend of mine about a Japanese animation movie he watched as a teenager in the 2000’s. It was an adult movie he found at a hobby shop, and though he watched it a couple times, his parents found it and threw it out. He’s been trying to find it for a long time, but hasn’t had any luck. The title might’ve been similar to the title I used for this story. The VHS case had the title in Japanese, so it’s a rough guess by my friend. The plot gave me the idea for this story, and I included a summary of the movie as my friend explained it within the story. The name of the main character and the images I use for her obviously aren’t from the movie, but if the plot sounds similar to anyone out there, could you please reblog and let me know?] - Everywhere he looked, Alan saw the same thing. Women wearing what looked like white shirts with bows, underneath black blazer jackets, with a matching skirt. Working in a tailor shop, he saw plenty of fashion trends come and go, usually based off what some celeb wore. Yet every celebrity he looked into hadn’t worn this outfit. At least, not until after it had taken off. He finally got his answer one evening as he was settling down for his day off the next day. That plan was complicated when he got an unexpected knock at his door. When he answered it, his close friend, Tiffany, was outside waiting for him. It seemed even Tiffany had started wearing this outfit. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” Tiffany asked. “Not at all,” Alan said. “What’s up?” “I know tomorrow’s your day off, but I’m having an emergency,” Tiffany said, before pulling out two outfits that nearly matched her current outfit. “I ripped my jackets.” “Oh, these,” Alan said. “Well, I can take care of it as a personal favor, but you have to do something for me.” “Of course,” Tiffany said. “What do you want?” “I have seen so many girls wearing this look,” Alan said, taking the outfits from Tiffany. “Where this trend come from?” “You haven’t heard?” Tiffany asked, before reaching into her bag. “I brought this just in case, but I really would have thought you’d seen it by now.” Tiffany pulled a DVD out of her pocketbook and placed it on the clothes. “It’s from an anime movie,” Tiffany said. “That’s where it’s from!?” Alan asked incredulously. “I thought you said these shows were for freaks.” “This one’s different,” Tiffany said excitedly. “I think you’ll love it. If nothing else, you can use it as a reference for the clothes.” “I’ll get to it as soon as I get up tomorrow,” Alan said. “Thanks, Alan,” Tiffany said, batting her eyes. “I can always count on you. And if you’d like to see how you wear the look, feel free to try them on.” Tiffany shot Alan a flirtatious smile before leaving. Just as he said, Alan got to work on the clothes over he’d woken up the next morning.

Since there had only been small tears, Alan finished mending the clothes quickly. He hadn’t even needed to watch the movie to properly fix them. Still, it didn’t seem like it was a bad idea, in case something has been broken off that he didn’t know about. Alan grabbed the DVD and popped it in his player. The movie was about a student at an all girl’s school named Anzu, the character he kept seeing women dress up as. She was the standard school girl you would see in a work like this. She began investigating a new student who transfered into another class. The new girl was quiet and seemingly anti-social. Anzu’s friends tried to talk sense into her that the new girl was just that, a new student who had yet to open up. Anzu, however, kept investigating, even on her own. After several hijinks with her trying to discover the new girl’s secrets, Anzu is cornered in the other classroom by the new girl. As she’s trying to talk her way out of this, the other students fill the classroom. This is odd, because classes are supposed to be over for the day, and the other students should be at their clubs. The new student reveals she knew Anzu has been spying on her, and this was part of her plan. The new student was actually an alien, sent to study Earth, as the human lifeforms were of interest to her species. She converted her classmates into drones to serve her, and had some sort of beacon that exceptional people could pick up on. Anzu happened to be one of those exceptional people. The entire classroom was transported to the alien’s spaceship, where the other students, at the alien’s command, loaded Anzu into some container. The alien then revealed that she used these individuals who were attracted to her beacon as an eternal energy source. Within the container, multiple humanoid arms reached out, grabbing Anzu and absorbing something from her. Instead of being painful, however, this seemed euphoric, as Anzu kept crying out in ecstasy. The alien explained how this was all Anzu would experience for the rest of her life, never needing to sleep or eat or any other “foolish human need”. The pleasure Anzu was experiencing was all she would require. As the alien went to seal Anzu with the rest of her captives, something was going wrong. The alien tried to fix it, having more hands grab Anzu, until all that could be seen was her face, but while that increased the ecstasy Anzu felt, whatever happened still wasn’t fixed. The ship shut down, and Anzu exited the container. From there, the movie showed Anzu leading the alien and the drone students throughout the city. Anyone Anzu spotted would fall under her sway and start to change to look like her, including the men. Their clothes would change into her school uniform and their bodies would morph to look more and more like her with every scene. Anytime anyone fell under Anzu’s thrall, they would let out a squeal just like Anzu did when the hands grabbed her on the ship. Even her friends weren’t exempt from this, as she seemed to take an almost sadist joy in changing them, since they had left her to investigate alone. Her personality had done a 180. Finally, in the last scene, Anzu was surrounded by the entire town, all having been transformed into her slaves and doppelgangers. It was clear she was planning to take over the planet. Anzu then turned to the viewer and said, “You will be converted next”. It wasn’t what Alan had been expecting, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Anzu was likable enough, and the scene of her screaming in pleasure would stay in his head for a long time. He had rewound the movie to the final shot of Anzu staring at the viewer and paused as he double checked his work. It definitely looked like the character’s outfit, or close enough. But as he stared at Anzu, Alan couldn’t shake the thought of how he looked in her uniform. Tiffany had told him he could try it on if he wanted. So, after locking the door and covering all his windows, Alan took off his shirt and nervously stood before the uniforms. While he was building up the courage to put them on, a voice said to him, “You must wear it.” Alan turned to the origin of the voice, his television. Anzu was on the screen, glaring at him. That was odd. He had paused the movie, and just before the credits.

“Go on,” Anzu said. “You want to be like me.” “Y-yes…” Alan said, nodding his head. Alan took one of the shirts and slid it over his arms. Instantly, a sense of pleasure spread through his body. Without even thinking, he let out a cry of ecstasy, much like Anzu did in the movie. As Alan buttoned up the shirt, the euphoria flowing through him grew more and more powerful. With each button, his cries got louder, and his voice grew more feminine. On the screen, Anzu nodded, a victorious smile on her lips. “More,” Alan said, pulling the jacket on. When he was buttoning up the jacket, more pleasure spread through Alan’s body, which was slowly starting to look like Anzu’s. By the time Alan had put the skirt on, his hair had grown long, his chest had expanded, his waist had shrunken and his legs had become smooth. “One last piece to go,” Anzu said. Alan nodded as he took the bowtie and began tying it around his neck. As he finished dressing, his body had become exactly like a real life version of Anzu. With his transformation complete, he let out a few more cries, before falling to his knees in front of the television, exhausted. “Good,” Anzu said. “You look perfect. You are in a state of bliss now, aren’t you?” Bliss was putting it mildly. Alan’s mind was experiencing something he couldn’t even put into words, although he’d never talk back to Anzu. It was indescribable. The closest would be to say it was a mix of blissful ecstasy and euphoric pleasure. “You know what you must do,” Anzu ordered. “Yes, ma'am,” Alan said, his voice now that of a young woman’s. Alan walked over to the phone and dialed a number. After several seconds, Tiffany answered. “Who may I ask is calling?” Tiffany said. “Tiffany?” Alan said. “It’s me, Alan. I watched the movie and tried on Anzu’s uniform like you said.” “Wonderful!” Tiffany said. “And I can tell from your voice you’ve been converted, Alan. Oh, but I suppose we should call you Alana now.” “I like that,” Alana said. “I knew having a seamstress like you would please Queen Anzu,” Tiffany said. “We can make more uniforms for all the people we convert.” Alana looked over at Anzu, who nodded. “That’s perfect!” Alana cried. “Everyone needs to know what this is like.” “Then come by my place,” Tiffany said. “We can get started spreading Anzu to the whole world.” “Gladly,” Alana said. “I’ll be over soon!” As Alana rushed out of the room to go get everything she’d need, Anzu smiled. Another fool had been converted into the cult of Anzu. The more who saw her story, the more would be under her control, until the world belonged to her.

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jamies-latex-lust · 6 months ago

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Hi I just startrd following you and I gotta say I love your tumblr

Thankyou darling!

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jamies-latex-lust · 7 months ago

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Love your latex doll posts! I keep drooling staring at so many of your posts <3

Mmm good. Keep gooning away as your mind melts for me. <3

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jamies-latex-lust · 7 months ago

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Stepping Out With Stepmother

As his bus finally reached its stop, Steve made a mental note to get here early next year. Mother's Day weekend had caused the traffic to be backed up, doubtlessly due to all the people taking their mothers out that year. It would take another hour until he reached his stepmother's house.

Fortunately for him, Steve got there before dark. Unfortunately, he arrived late in the evening. After he knocked several times, his stepmother, Monica, finally answered.

"Steve," Monica said, smiling widely. "Please, come in."

Steve entered the house and the two made their way to the living room.

"This is a surprise," Monica said. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I had been planning to take you out for Mother's Day dinner, but the traffic was terrible," Steve explained.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Monica said. "After all, I'm not your real mother, and your father and I divorced last year."

"All the more reason for me to be here today," Steve said. "You shouldn't be alone the first Mother's Day without Dad."

"You're so sweet," Monica said. "Tell you what. You can stay here overnight and tomorrow we'll have a day out, just the two of us."

"As long as you're okay with that," Steve said.

"More than okay," Monica said. "I'm looking forward to it."

The two talked for awhile after that, before Monica made up the guest room and Steve went to bed.

As he slept, Steve dreamt of when he first met Monica. He had seen her around town before, but he'd been quite shocked when his father brought her home to meet his son. Steve himself had recently turned 18 and was finishing up high school. Monica had actually been closer to his age than his father's.

The two were engaged in no time, and Steve's friends were quick to mock him for it. His father was marrying a smoking hot babe, and Steve wouldn't even be around long enough to take in his stepmother's beauty.

The divorce last year hadn't been that surprising. Again, Monica was closer to Steve's age, so plenty of people knew his father would be tossed to the wayside after a time. Some even guessed that she was a gold digger who'd been out for money. While Steve's father wasn't rich, Monica had gotten a large amount of money from the divorce, which showed in her new life.

Steve woke up later than expected the next day. He had left his house early the previous day, hoping to get to Monica's house by noon, but the world had different plans for him. Thankfully, it was still fairly early when Monica knocked on his door.

"Steve, wake up," she called from the other side of the door. "It's time to get ready. We'll be going to breakfast soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve quickly washed up in the shower. Monica only had soap and shampoo meant for women, but he could put up with smelling a little feminine. At least for today.

Once he was finished, Steve went to the living room, where Monica was waiting for him.

"Whoa!" Steve said, stunned.

Monica was standing in front of him in a red, double-breasted suit with matching skirt and heels. Her hair had been combed to perfection and swept over her one shoulder. Her red lips, matching her suit, complimented her beauty.

"Why, thank you," Monica said, flashing a smile which sent Steve's heart fluttering.

"Now I feel underdressed," Steve admitted.

"I'm actually glad you bring that up, darling," Monica said. "I was hoping I could ask a little favor."

"Anything," Steve said.

Monica's smile went from somewhat seductive to mischievous at the response.

An hour later and Steve was now staring at himself in the mirror. He had a wig placed on him and was in a fuchsia version of Monica's suit. Monica had done his makeup, which surprisingly worked in making him look like a woman. The open toe shoes helped create the image of a woman.

"I've always wanted my own daughter," Monica confessed. "And now, I get to see what it would be like."

"I know I said I'd do anything, but..." Steve started, only to be silenced by Monica's finger on his lips.

"You sound too much like a man," Monica said. "You said you'd do anything, so please, let me have this Mommy-Daughter Day."

Steve sighed and said, in his best feminine voice, "Yes, Mother."

"Good girl," Monica said, giving Steve a pat on the head. "Now first, we'll go to get your makeup professionally done. After that, we'll have a little breakfast at this cafe I know and then we can head to the spa."

The beauty parlor had been fairly humiliating for Steve. Monica was complimented for how perfect she already looked, but Steve was told "her" makeup needed work. For whatever it was worth, he did think the beautician had done an even better job than Monica had.

The two had arrived at a small, quaint little cafe and sat down for a small meal. The waitress, when bringing their food, noticed the hair on Steve's chest and wrists.

"She's been a touch under the weather recently," Monica said. "The medicine threw her hormones out of order. We're going to the spa after this to get her taken care of."

Steve blushed and looked down. The waitress was cute. If he hadn't been dressed as a woman, he would've asked her out.

"I'm so sorry," the waitress said. "Good luck at the spa. I hope it makes you feel better."

Steve looked down further.

"Say 'thank you', dear," Monica ordered.

"Thank you," Steve said.

The waitress smiled and walked off.

"And thank you, sweetie," Monica said, as she sipped her tea. "I always wondered how it would feel to embarrass my daughter."

"You're... You're welcome," Steve said, blushing deeper.

Once done, the two had arrived at a spa where Monica fed the same lie to the staff about why her "daughter" needed a waxing. Monica sat by as Steve had his legs, arms and chest waxed, almost enjoying the pained expression on his face as the hair was ripped out of him.

"It's okay," Monica said, cradling Steve in her arms. "I've booked us a mud bath. That should help the pain."

"Thank you again, Mother," Steve said, his voice now sounding more feminine.

Monica lifted his face so he could stare into her eyes, awestruck, as she said, "Now you know the pain women go through to look beautiful."

"You're right," Steve said in a stunned monotone. "You are so strong."

"As long as you realize that," Monica said, before smiling. "After our mud bath, I'll order us both massages. And since you're being such an amazing daughter, i might even request a lovely young lady for you."

The mud bath, as it turned out, was exactly what Steve needed. He wasn't sure if it was actually helping his pain or if it was mind over matter, but he would believe anything Monica told him.

As he stared at his stepmother, who was lifting one of her long legs out of the mud to run her hands down it, Steve couldn't lie to himself anymore. He was attracted to her.

When he was younger, he would always steal glimpses of her as she walked past his room, and he'd fantasize about her slipping into his room and seducing him, but he had hid those feelings away once she married his father. But now? He would at least enjoy the sight while he was here.

Monica noticed him staring and asked, "Where's wrong?"

"Oh, uh, I'm just wondering if there's anything I'm supposed to be doing," Steve replies, embarrassed.

"Just let the bath do it's job," Monica said. "When you're done, you'll feel completely transformed. Like a whole new you has taken over."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve said.

Steve truly did feel refreshed after the bath, and now was laying across a massage table across from Monica. As a man and woman, the masseurs, walked in, Monica's eyes lit up. She licked her lips hungrily as she eyed the man.

"Mama like," Monica whispered under her breath.

Steve took a look at the man. He was around the same age as Steve himself, but that's where the similarities ended. He was far more masculine than Steve was, even if he wasn't being treated as a woman currently.

His attention them turned to the woman. She was absolutely beautiful. Steve swallowed hard as he tried not to let his body betray his appearance.

Steve couldn't help but feel ashamed as the massage started. As the male masseur worked on Monica, she was moaning in pleasure. He knew that he could never make a woman feel that good. Not only that, but the beautiful masseuse working in his back would laugh if she knew he was a guy asked by his stepmother to pretend to be her daughter for a day.

"This feels so niiiiiice," Monica sighed, looking to Steve with a satisfied smile. "Don't you agree, baby?"

"Yes, Mother," Steve said.

"You feel really tight," the masseuse said. "You must not get to relax much, ma'am."

"Oh, uh, yes," Steve said.

After he two enjoyed their massages, or, rather, Monica enjoyed her massage while Steve tried enjoying it, they were now laying back in chairs.

"What should we do next, Mother?" Steve asked.

"Hmm, give me a couple minutes to scope things out," Monica said. "I very much enjoyed that young man rubbing me across my body. The only thing that would've made it better would be if I got my hands on him. Mmmm."

Steve blushed as Monica bit her finger, until she noticed the look on her "daughter's" face.

"What's the matter, darling?" She asked, before realization struck. "Oh, don't worry. I know you were attracted to that lovely young lady massaging you. I know you think she probably isn't into you either, but don't be so hard on yourself. You're quite the catch yourself."

"You think so?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yes, dear!" Monica said. "The only problem is, she might not be into women."

Steve's face sunk, causing Monica to smile mischievously.

"But if she doesn't, I could introduce her to this handsome young man I know named Steve," Monica said.

Steve's face lit back up.

"Thank you, Mother," Steve said. "I'm so grateful for you."

"Of course you are, sweetheart," Monica said. "Most going ladies wish they could have a mother like me."

The next few hours were spent with Monica and Steve getting pampered however Monica wished. Mani-Pedis, facials, hair care. By the time the two left, Steve saw himself in a body mirror and smiled. He looked like a truly beautiful woman. It was odd, but he was a little attracted to himself.

However, as men and women stared at the beautiful young lady in the purple suit out with her mother in an identical red suit, Steve found himself blush ing in embarrassment.

"Don't be so shy," Monica said. "You're a lovely young woman. You should own it."

"You really think?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Monica said. "I'd never lie to my daughter."

To finish their day, Monica and Steve picked up for, before heading back to Monica's house.

Once the two had finished, they sat on a couch together, staring out at Monica's backyard.

"This day has been absolutely fantastic," Monica said with a sigh of contentment. "You've truly made me feel like a mother being spoiled by her daughter for Mother's Day."

"I actually had a good time myself," Steve admitted. "Even if I was dressed as a girl the entire time."

Monica smirked in an almost perverted way and asked, "How did you enjoy wearing my clothes? Could you feel the heat from my body when you first put my suit on?"

"What?" Steve stammered.

"Oh, don't act all embarrassed," Monica said. "I know you enjoyed it, and enjoyed dressing like a fine young lady for me."

Steve couldn't answer, only gulp as Monica grabbed him and pushed him onto the couch, positioning herself above him.

"I always knew you were attracted to me," Monica confessed. "That's the real reason you stopped by, isn't it? You wanted to come and see your old crush."

"I- I-" Steve lost the feminine voice he'd been using and reverted to his team voice. "But you're my dad's..."

"Ex," Monica said bluntly. "I only married him to be spoiled before I took him for everything he had. There's no reason for you to be against this."

Before Steve could admit she was right, Monica saw it in his eyes, he had agreed with her, and held his head as she began kissing him. Steve laid there, mentally melting for Monica as her lips pressed hard against his and her hands held him in her grasp.

"I was never physically attracted to your father," Monica said after her lips parted from Steve's. "But you? You had this cute look to you. The only problem was you didn't make a handsome guy. But as a young lady? You're beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm honored," Steve said, slipping back into his feminine voice.

"I want you to stay here with me, as my good little girl, doing everything I tell you to," Monica commanded. "I'll teach you to be a fine young lady, maybe introduce you to some of my girl friends, and when I bring a guy home, you can please him too."

"Why that last part?" Steve asked hesitantly.

"You don't think you can satisfy me, do you?" Monica asked, a seductively cruel smile dancing on her lips. "But I do want you as eye candy. After all, isn't that fair, with how many times you and your friends ogled me?"

"Do... Do you want me to give you their numbers?" Steve asked, his tone making it clear he was ready to do so.

"Perhaps one of these days," Monica said. "But I've got my eyes on a couple other guys first. And after I seduce them, I'll bring them back from our date, and you'll give them whatever they want."

As Steve imagined what that would be like, Monica leaned closer to Steve's ear and whispered, "Because of you make me very happy, I might let you help me have a real daughter, and you don't want one of those guys to do it first, do you?"

"No, ma'am," Steve said, shaking his head obediently.

"Good," Monica said, grabbing Steve's head again. "I have so much to teach you. I imagine it'll feel like a real mother, bringing her daughter into the world of womanhood. I can't wait to get to feminizing you."

"I thought I already was," Steve said.

"Oh, sweetie," Monica said in a flirtatious tone. "This is just the start. This is a rough draft. Wait until you see the final version of yourself."

As his body reminded him of his manhood, Steve smiled, eagerly waiting for Monica to feminize him so he could please and satisfy her any way she asked. Steve moved in with Monica the next day.

Weeks passed. Weeks filled with many changes for the sissy who'd once been Monica's stepson. But after all the teaching, training, cosmetic work and shopping, Monica felt she had earned the date she just went on.

As she and her date, the masseur from the spa, entered her house, Monica stared into his eyes.

"I had a wonderful night tonight," Monica said.

"Me too, ma'am," the masseur said. "How about we keep it going in the bedroom?"

Monica smiled a truly lustful smile and said, "You know exactly how to charm a lady. But would you be opposed to someone joining us?"

"A friend of yours?" The masseur asked.

"Someone like that," Monica said. "She's the daughter of a friend of mine, but she's living with me now."

"As long as she's okay with it," the masseur, who'd been completely seduced by Monica, said.

"Stacy, come here, darling!" Monica called.

A young woman walked down the stairs in a stylish blouse and shiny leather pants.

"Yes, Mommy?" Stacy asked.

"My date, this handsome young man here, was hoping for some fun," Monica explained.

The masseur stared in shock at the young woman in front of him.

"A beauty, isn't she?" Monica asked, walking over to Stacy. "I've put a lot of work into her. Finding a top that fit her while still looking refined. Pants that perfectly hug that tight tush of hers."

Monica turned Stacy to get and gave her a kiss, before turning the young woman to the masseur. Monica grabbed Stacy's face and pointed her fingernails at her lips.

"And we can't forget these lovely, plump lips," Monica said. "I can't begin to tell you how good they feel when you kiss them. One of the reasons she calls me Mommy is because of how I basically remade her from the ground up. Of course, that's not the only reason."

Stacy couldn't be bothered to listen as Monica talked about how she dominated the young woman. Instead, she could only stare absently and drool at the thoughts running through her head.

Thanks to Monica's training, Stacy now liked the thought of pleasing the men Monica brought back, and Monica herself, naturally. The kiss Monica had planted on her was enough to make her shudder in lust even after all these weeks. But the thought that most captivated her was the thought of one day having a daughter with Monica.

"Stacy, darling, what do you say you give my date a taste of what he's in for and..." Monica stopped briefly to chuckle. "...get a taste of him too?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Stacy cried happily, getting on her knees.

- SISSIFIED BY SUITS, MAY 2024

[Sorry this is a couple weeks after Mother's Day. I wanted to submit it sooner, but couldn't get it done until now.]

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