Kinktober 2021: Day. 24 Latex

 

 

At first my wife's interest in latex seem harmless enough. It was just a few items at to start with. A pair of platform boot that gave her a confident swagger. A shiny bustier that did eye popping things to her cleavage. A pair of leggings that fit like a second skin and never failed to have me drooling after her arse. 

Yeah, I'll admit I liked it when she wore that stuff just for me but soon the latex started to replace more and more of her wardrobe. She would wear it on our date nights, at work, even doing the weekly shop. The sight of her sashaying down the freezer aisle in Waitrose was something to behold but it wasn't just her fashion sense that was changing.

The sweet shy girl I'd married seemed to be fading away. In her place grew a very different woman. One confident to the point of arrogance. Demanding, assertive, even cruel. I tried to talk to her about the sudden change in her personality that had accompanied her shocking new style but she just brushed me off.

She told me was being stupid. That she was just having a bit of fun and if I was any kind of a real man I'd join her instead of worrying about what the neighbours thought.

I was shocked by her contemptous dismissal. This wasn't the woman I knew. It was like she was possessed. Then it struck me, the latex! Her new wardrobe was doing this to her. The tight rubbery clothing warping her mind even as it enhanced her body. Twisting and corrupting my dear sweet Angela into a gorgeous but unfeeling bitch.

I had to save her, I knew with suddenly feverish clarity. I had to destroy the evil clothes that were taking over her life and turning her against me.

Waiting until she'd gone out on some errand I made my move. I tore into her half of the walk in wardrobe we shared, ripping latex clothing from hangers turning out draws full of lingerie until it was piling in drifts around my feet. I had to get rid of it all. Had to save my Angela from her obsession but there was so much! Where had it all come from? How on earth had she paid for it?

It didn't matter I just knew it all had to go.

I kicked at one pile trying to clear it out of the doorway but I felt my foot snag on something soft and elasticated. I tried to pull free only to stumble and fall backwards into a second pile of clothes. Furious, I tried to extricate myself but the more I thrashed the more entangled I became. Soon I was completely enveloped in smooth clinging latex fabric. Buried under the suffocating weight of it. Clawing for light and air as it pulled me ever deeper into its impossible embrace. 

Then suddenly I was free. Staggering from the closet dazed and confused. My body felt wrong, off balance, altered. Looking down I barely held back a scream as I saw why. 

"Oh my god I'm a woman!" I squealed in an unfamiliar feminine voice.

I grabbed at the vibrant red fabric that clung to my transformed body. I had breasts! Real honest to goodness tits. Long unnaturally red hair brush against my face. My wide hips and rounded arse swung and jiggled uncomfortably as I tried to keep my balance in the matching red heels I now wore.

"Oh my aren't you a pretty little thing" my wife's voice dripped with mocking laughter form where she lay on our bed.  "I had so hoped you'd join in the fun but I never imagined you'd turn out so lovely. Give us a twirl my dear let me look at you."

When had she come home? Why hadn't I heard her? The questions seemed important but not nearly as important as the fact that I now had a pussy!

"Angela, what? What's happened to me? To you? How is any of this possible?" I demanded, tried to demand although my new voice made it a petulant whine. 

Even as I protested my body obeyed her order turning me slowly around on the spot, giving her a good look at my curvaceous new form. 

"Hush" she ordered in response to my questions "no need to worry you silly little head over that. All you need to know is that your mistress found a very special gift. Something that made me so much more than I was and you so, so much less."

I my frantic thoughts stilled at her cool commands all questions and worries draining away. She was my mistress. I knew it now and believed it without question. She would think for both of us. 

At her order I dropped to all fours and crawled to where she lay waiting for me. She would tell me everything I needed to know to serve her and I would serve her however she commanded. No longer a husband or even a man but simply her latex bound toy to use as she pleased.