In the bag

In the bag

A bodysuit transformation requested by @james-41

Charlie wasn’t sure what it was about the bag that caught his eye, it was just an ordinary duffle bag stuffed in behind the dumpster. Still something about it piqued his curiosity and prompted him haul it out from the pile of garbage and take it home.

What he expected to find it’s impossible to say, money maybe, the proceeds of some crime. Or drugs, stashed here by a careless gangster. Or, more likely,  someone’s sweaty gym clothes. He certainly couldn’t have expected what is actually in the bag. At first it doesn’t seem like much, on top is an expensive looking wig, the long black hair looking and feeling almost real. Under that is a selection of women’s clothes, skirts and dresses, some lingerie and a pair of strappy heels. But he forgets about all that when he sees what is in the bottom of the bag.

It was a bodysuit or maybe a deflated sex doll but instead of being made if latex or leather it appeared to be made of skin. He thought for a second he had stumbled on the work of some serial killer but a closer look convinced him that the suit was artificial. It has faint plastic sheen and it seems too perfect and smooth, still the detail was amazing. He holds it up inspecting it, noting the fine lines and tiny imperfections that made the suit seem almost real.

The dark skin is warm to the touch as he lays it out on his couch, the limp empty limbs flopping over the edge. His inspection confirms that she is anatomically correct, complete in every respect except for the hollow void where her eyes would be and the absence of teeth or tongue behind her full lips. Flipping her over he sees that she has a chunky metal zipper running from the base of her skull to the small of her back which would seem to confirm that she was made to be worn. Charlie shakes his head wondering who would put so much effort into making such a thing or even how the unnervingly lifelike effect was achieved. Trying to puzzle it out he pulls the zipper down and reaches inside. The interior is so black it drinks in light and it feels like silk only even softer and smoother.

Enjoying the sensation he pushes his arm into the suit’s sleeve. He doesn’t really expect it to fit but to his surprise it slips in easily without even seeming to stretch the material. He pulls the sleeve up to his shoulder and wiggles his fingers into the glove like hand marveling at how slim and feminine the suit makes his arm appear. He figures it must be some kind of optical illusion but if it is it’s a pretty damn convincing one. If it wasn’t attached to his male body he would swear it was a real woman’s arm. He touches it with his free hand finding that the skin feels completely natural, he can even feel his own touch just like he wasn’t wearing a suit at all.

A little weirded out by the experience he hurriedly pulls the sleeve off and decides not to mess with the suit any more. He packs it up and gets on with his day, going to the gym, shopping for groceries, doing laundry, but his mind keeps drifting back to the suit.

Where had it come from?

Who did it belong too?

What would it feel like to wear the whole thing?

By the time he returned to his apartment the idea has taken a firm grip on his mind.

He is going to wear the suit.

Just this once.

Just to see how it looks.

More excited by the idea than he cares to admit he strips off and stand in front of his full length mirror the empty skin in hand. He perches on the end of his bed and puts one leg into the hole on the back of the suit pushing into the leg until it is pulled up to the top of his thigh. He wiggles his dainty toes and touches the smooth skin of his leg marvelling at how real it looks and feels, how different it is from his normal pale hairy legs. He repeats the process with his other leg and shimmies the suit up to his waist. The top half hangs free in front of him pulling down enough to leave his dick free but his feet legs hips and backside are completely covered. He twists to admire his well rounded booty, it was certainly well padded. Odd because he hadn’t noticed any padding when he put it on.

He swings his seemingly wider hips and watches his enhanced backside jiggle enticingly. He gives it a playful slap and yelps as he feels the stinging impact of his hand on his rump. Alarmed he pulls the suit down and the feeling vanishes, pulling it back up and the warm afterglow of pain returns. He rubs the sore spot briefly considering packing the suit away again, it’s clear that it is more than a simple costume maybe he shouldn’t be messing with it. But his curiosity soon wins out over caution and he pulls the suit up past his waist watching it swallow his manhood. It is difficult to see clearly with the loose folds of the rest of the suit in the way but he can immediately feel a difference. He reaches down and his fingers find smooth skin and soft sensitive folds where his junk would normally be.

“No fucking way!” he whispers hardly believing his own senses “I have a pussy!”

He fumbles at his new genitals feeling heat start to build but holding the rest of the suit is making exploration difficult, he resolves to hold off on it until the suit is fully on.

He pulls on the arms letting the stomach shoulders and chest fall naturally into place. He is tempted to stop and play with the heavy breasts that now hang from his chest but with an effort of will he pulls on the head piece instead. Everything goes black for a second and then he is blinking long lashes as he stares and the reflection of a beautiful woman.

“Oh wow is that really me?” he says his words coming out in a high girlish tone “Hey I even sound like a girl, this is amazing!”

With a little difficulty he fastens the zip up his back and fits the wig into place completing his transformation. The illusion, if that is really what it is, is perfect, only his eyes remain the same staring out from the woman’s face.

He spends several hours enjoying his transformed body, running his hands over his delicious curves, teasing and probing the tender flesh. He brings himself to multiple earthshaking orgasms until his whole body is a quaking ecstatic mess. He even tries on some of the lingerie he found in the bag finding that it feels even better than it looks. All in all it was the most intense sexual experience of his life one he fully intends to repeat once he’s had a chance to rest a while.

He reaches for the zipper intending to shower and grab a bite to eat but he finds only smooth unbroken skin. His reflection confirms it the zipper has gone like it was never there. He tugs at the wig but only succeeds in yanking his scalp bringing tears to his eyes. He pulls desperately at the suit but it is not a suit any more it has become his skin, he is a woman, perhaps permanently.

He looks down at his female body his mind racing. He thinks about what he can do about this, whether there is any way get his proper body back, about how enormously complicated his life will become if he really is stuck like this.

Then he thinks about how good he felt just now and about the possibility that he could feel like that again whenever he wants and he finds himself smiling. 

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