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“Go ahead. Do it.” Madeline’s defeated voice said.
The bright light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger. Her body deflated and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored material. I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to myself before discarding my own clothing.
“I’m so glad you’ve become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the stocking-like fabric up my leg. I sighed for a moment, loving the satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.” My voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry, feminine tone. I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me, warming with life. I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core. I felt it entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and womanly. Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth feminine mound.
“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves. I flexed the fingers as they became dainty and graceful. “I gave that pale skin of yours and gave you a glowing tan. Then I had your body waxed to make you flawless! To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy clothes.” I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface, embracing my own spirit. She was aware of every word. I smiled as I felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft. My delicate fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes. I cooed and licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness. “Gawd, aren’t you glad I got these enhanced? Gave you some real curves.” I grinned, finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the suit sealed.
I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled with giddy dizziness. Everything was vibrant and vivacious. I felt my nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host. Madeline’s spirit surrendered to my anima; A passenger within her own flesh.
“Now I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying as I padded to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and glanced at the mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love seeing it, don’t you? The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?” Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura.
“This is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl. I’m you!” I twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my superiority. The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves with a scented body wash.
“You don’t deserve such a delectable and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my mind. I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness. I’m just a voice in your head.
“That’s right,” I purred with satisfaction. “You’re just a collection of lingering thoughts.” I savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing my skin. The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling under the dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to. “You were so meek. So mediocre when you should be a queen.”
She never put up a fight or protested my dominion. I took the silly lump of clay pretending to be Madeline and made her a diva! Every time I wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life. I asserted myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to stunning vixen. I brought out her best and made people bow to my heels. I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my exhilaration. Every time I took control, she lost herself in the feminine power I exercised. I was the mistress of her mind and body. My control over Madeline was absolute.
“You don’t fight me because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner. My lips were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a radiant crown of gold. “Don’t I look ravishing? I bet Gregory will love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched strapless dress. I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up? I did what you couldn’t do and made a move. He’s taking me out.” I slipped on my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed. I hit the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.
“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention. My host pulsed with rapture.
“Thank you, kind sir!” I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words with a cheek kiss; A bit of sweetness to mark my property. I knew my host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door. She knew it would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became Madeline forever.
The bright light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger. Her body deflated and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored material. I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to myself before discarding my own clothing.
“I’m so glad you’ve become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the stocking-like fabric up my leg. I sighed for a moment, loving the satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.” My voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry, feminine tone. I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me, warming with life. I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core. I felt it entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and womanly. Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth feminine mound.
“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves. I flexed the fingers as they became dainty and graceful. “I gave that pale skin of yours and gave you a glowing tan. Then I had your body waxed to make you flawless! To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy clothes.” I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface, embracing my own spirit. She was aware of every word. I smiled as I felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft. My delicate fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes. I cooed and licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness. “Gawd, aren’t you glad I got these enhanced? Gave you some real curves.” I grinned, finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the suit sealed.
I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled with giddy dizziness. Everything was vibrant and vivacious. I felt my nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host. Madeline’s spirit surrendered to my anima; A passenger within her own flesh.
“Now I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying as I padded to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and glanced at the mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love seeing it, don’t you? The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?” Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura.
“This is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl. I’m you!” I twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my superiority. The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves with a scented body wash.
“You don’t deserve such a delectable and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my mind. I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness. I’m just a voice in your head.
“That’s right,” I purred with satisfaction. “You’re just a collection of lingering thoughts.” I savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing my skin. The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling under the dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to. “You were so meek. So mediocre when you should be a queen.”
She never put up a fight or protested my dominion. I took the silly lump of clay pretending to be Madeline and made her a diva! Every time I wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life. I asserted myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to stunning vixen. I brought out her best and made people bow to my heels. I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my exhilaration. Every time I took control, she lost herself in the feminine power I exercised. I was the mistress of her mind and body. My control over Madeline was absolute.
“You don’t fight me because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner. My lips were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a radiant crown of gold. “Don’t I look ravishing? I bet Gregory will love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched strapless dress. I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up? I did what you couldn’t do and made a move. He’s taking me out.” I slipped on my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed. I hit the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.
“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention. My host pulsed with rapture.
“Thank you, kind sir!” I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words with a cheek kiss; A bit of sweetness to mark my property. I knew my host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door. She knew it would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became Madeline forever.
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