Getting ready

Well well well… what to choose? There are so many possibilities, so many outfits to pick from.


Let’s see, I could opt for my yellow sun dress with the peep-toe heels. Or perhaps the blue strapless one and the t-straps. Maybe I should just let go of the dresses and go for a skirt instead. Skirts are a lot of fun too. I could wear a mini, or maybe a circle one. And I could coordinate it with a blouse, or a button-up shirt. I can have so much fun just playing with the buttons, deciding to leave just enough of them unbuttoned so that my cleavage is well exposed, and maybe my bra is in sight. It is so satisfying after all to finally fill properly all the bras I have bought. I’m so proud of my new rack, I want everyone to stare at it and remain transfixed by my beauty.


So many shoes, so many clothes. I spent so much money, so much time hoarding them in my closet, just to play dress-up every once in a while and never go out in them to let everyone see how good I looked. Just thinking about it makes me so sad. But those days are over. I can stop hiding now, and just bask in my femininity and be happy for how beautiful I am. I can really be myself now that I finally got myself one of those bodysuits. It’s amazing how real it feels, how soft my skin now is, how these breasts feel like they are and have always been a part of me. I love my new body, my long hair, my cute face, my plump forms. I can’t wait to attire it in all of my beautiful outfits and come out to the world as a girl. Not cross-dressing, but dressing. God it feels so good to be a woman!


It’s a bummer that my favorite red dress just won’t fit me properly now that I have this plump ass. I bought it so that it would have reached just past my tights as a guy, but with my new forms it runs just too far up my hips. As much as I want to show my new body off, this may be just a little too much. I want to entice, to seduce, and to show just enough of my new form so that all eyes will be on me while not looking like some cheap whore. Oh well, I have a lot more clothes to choose from. So many possibilities. I just can’t wait!


I want to get to a bar and just wait for someone to start hitting on me. I want to play the flirt with all the cute guys that will try to pick me up. And I want to properly try my new body out. They say that the suit makes you completely anatomically correct, and I can’t deny that what I now have between my legs really does look and feel like an actual pussy. But I want to find out how faithful it really is. They say that having sex in a bodysuit can end up making it impossible to remove, but I’ll be careful, I’ll use protection. And even if I end up getting stuck like this forever, would that really be that bad of a thing?

Wanna be famous

Since 08napo's request asked for different possible scenarios and I liked them so much, here's an alternative version of it ^-^ Enjoy1

Tom arched his back and gave the camera the sexiest and most enticing look he could pull off, and it all came so natural to him. The bodysuit really represented no problem whatsoever. It definitely did not feel awkward at all to wear it, it really adhered flawlessly to his body, even reshaping it and changing it down to its very genitals, and feeling just like a second skin, like that was his actual body. It was in fact much harder to get used to the feeling of basically become a woman, and an incredibly hot one at that. But after a bit of practice he really started to feel comfortable as one, and he was in fact exploding with confidence and sex appeal. He really needed that if he wanted to win the game show.

He kept moving his waist and butt sexily, amazed at how flexible he was, and how natural it all felt. He was afraid he had bitten more than he could chew when he picked Shakira as his celebrity of choice to impersonate. Her dance moves and her sex appeal would have been incredibly difficult to reproduce in a credible enough way, put he managed to pull them off he was sure the audience would have been so impressed that they would have definitely rewarded him and granted him victory. After all she was her favorite pop star of all time, and he had watched her music video countless times in the past, and for that challenge he had picked his favorite one to reproduce. He was sure he could do it.

And after that all that he would have had left to face would have been the live performance. He was scared he would not have been able to sing as well as the real Shakira, but the suit did an amazing job even with altering his voice, so that may have turned out to be easier than he thought, especially since by that point of the competition he had got rid of any kind of stage fright he had initially.

Really the only thing bugging him were his doubts about what he would have done if he ended up actually winning. He would have had right to a great price, but the choice of what that would have been was up to him. He could have either picked the huge monetary price, or the possibility of keeping the body suit for himself. And while at the beginning of the competition he would not have had any doubt and he would have gone for the money with no second thought, by that point he had become actually pretty uncertain. That body suit felt just so good, and he realized that he would not have minded to bring it home and wear it whenever he wanted and have fun with it. Hell, he could have decided to never take it off and stay as a Shakira double for the rest of his life! That seemed a little extreme, but why wouldn’t he have wanted to stay like that? Her body was just the best!

It would have been difficult for him to finally take a decision when the time would have come. But for now he had to stay focused on his performance and do his best. So he kept dancing giving the best he had, and judging by the way the staff was looking amazed at him, he was sure he was doing great. The final prize was getting closer and closer. And he could not wait for it.

It's a living

Requested by 08napo :)

This is not half bad. No cancel that, this is actually pretty damn great! And quite a lot of fun too! It is so amusing that these people have no clue of who I am and actually believe I am the real Britney Spears.

It took me a bit to get used to this suit, and even more to get comfortable with it and build the kind of confidence needed for a photo shoot and a commercial. But I think I got the gist of it by now. I even started responding naturally to people calling me Britney, and the director seems quite pleased with how I’m doing.

If things keep going like this I doubt I will feel like taking off the suit by the end of the shoot. In fact I think I’m going to keep pretending I’m Britney for the rest of the day and even more! What can they tell me? The contract I have signed provides that I impersonate Britney as long as she is on vacation. It doesn’t say anywhere that that means I have to be her only to take care of her appointments and obligations and that I can’t decide to be her as long as the real one does not come back. The pay is not nearly good enough considering all the things I have to tend to. Might as well enjoy all the little perks that come with being a celebrity.

And it is glorious to be a celebrity! I love the attention, and the love of the fans. Hell, I don’t even mind the paparazzi. Maybe I simply am not nearly used to it enough to be annoyed by it, and so it all comes off as kind of flattering. It’s like I’m having a taste of what success actually feels like, without experiencing any of the disadvantages of it so far.

Not to mention how great it feels to be a woman this gorgeous. It is just… amazing! This suit feels incredible! I actually feel like I’m the real Britney, with her perfect skin, and her luscious hair, and her beautiful visage, and her hot body! And most importantly of all her nice pussy between my legs. That’s something else I would not mind to try out. As weird as it feels to admit it, I’m quite eager to experience my new body to the fullest. I wonder if that would break some provision of my contract as Britney’s double. I should really dig into this. But for the meantime I’m going to just keep enjoying how gorgeous I look and how much people love me. I really don’t get how anyone would want to take a vacation from all of this.

Becoming Amber

Requested by Nathan :)

That night was the best of Nath life. He was simply on seventh heaven while heading home after having accompanied Amber home. He had a crush on her for years by that point, but he was simply too shy to ever confess her his love. But that day he finally mastered the courage to ask her out. It wasn’t really a date or anything like that, and for all the time he was aware that she was seeing him as nothing more than a friend. But he was finally alone with her, and they were having fun, and that was enough for him to feel incredible for the whole time. His joy and thrill definitely affected his behavior, making him act less shy and awkward than usual, and he was sure that he made a good impression overall on her. And even though in the end he did not have the courage to lean in for a kiss, he was thrilled just like he had done it. Maybe things were starting to come around him finally, and with time he would have seen his dream to be with her come true. He went to bed feeling still incredibly thrilled, and before falling asleep he wished he could be forever close to his crush. Well, his wish was heard, but unfortunately for him it was heard by the wrong ears.

He was woken up the next morning by a knock at the front door, but when he got there, there was no one around. Instead all he found waiting for him was a mysterious package addressed to him. He brought it to his room, and when he opened it he jumped away from it in panic when he saw Amber’s face staring back at him for the inside. It took him a couple of second to recover from the shock, and only then he realized that it wasn’t Amber’s actual face, but just what looked like a mask. He took it out, and he realized that it was some kind of freaky bodysuit with Amber’s appearance. He was weirded out by it, especially by how realistic it felt to the touch and by how creepy that lifeless face was staring back at him, and yet he was also strangely intrigued by it. He laid it on the bed and stared at it for what felt like an eternity. He was basically looking at Amber’s naked body. It was simply disturbing, but for some reason he could not look away from it. He finally noticed that it had a zip in the back, and as soon as he pulled it down and found himself in front of the open suit, he simply could not resist. He had to try it on.

He got naked, and slipped his legs inside the suit, and the more he pulled it up, the more he felt his skin become sensitive. He soon realized that somehow that part of the suit had basically merged with his skin, and that he could feel everything through it, just like it was part of him. It was unsettling, and yet he could not avoid keeping putting on the suit. When he got it to his crotch it was almost like his cock and balls had been sucked inside of his groin, and suddenly he had no bulge to be seen, but instead he had a slit that looked and felt just like an actual pussy. He then got it up to his chest, and suddenly felt the alien and weird weight of a pair of breasts hanging from his chest. Finally he put on the mask, and felt the suit seal itself behind his neck on its own. It was so strange. He felt so weak, and slender, and his skin was so sensitive. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and was amazed by it. He looked and even sounded just like Amber. He had basically become her double, and it all felt so real.

He kept staring at his reflection, both fascinated and freaked out by it, and he started to feel his body with his new dainty hands. His tits felt amazing, and it was so pleasurable to fondle them, and when he mastered the courage to touch his new genitals, and realized how real they felt as well, he was so weirded out that he wanted to take the suit off immediately. But as he tried to do so he realized that it was like it was sealed. No matter how much he tried he could not remove it, and he started to freak out. He rushed to the box, hoping he could find some kind of instruction manual or something, but all he found were some female clothes. However as soon as he saw them he stopped worrying about his predicament, and instead felt incredibly drawn to them. So he started to put them on. He slipped inside the lacy panties, and naturally put on the bra with little to no effort. He then put on the pantyhose, and it felt so good to feel them wrap tight around his legs. Then he took out the skirt and top, and smiled pleased at his reflection. He looked great! So pretty, and sexy too! He felt beautiful.

He kept checking himself out in the mirror, adjusting his outfit and his hair, until the thought hit him. What had happened to the actual Amber? He wanted to call her, but realized that he forgot to ask her for her number the previous evening, so he decided that the best course of action was to rush to her house to see if she was okay, even though she would have most likely freaked out when she would have seen a copy of herself knocking at her door. When he got to her front yard and rushed to the door, instead of knocking at the door he took out the key to the front door from under a vase. He did not know how he knew he could have found them there, he simply knew it. He rushed inside and then to her room, only to find it empty. He suddenly realized that despite the fact that that was the first time he had stepped into that room everything seemed so familiar. He looked around, feeling like he was at home, and when he saw Amber’s open closet and all of her clothes, he smiled happily at the thought of trying them all on. And so he did. He simply forgot about the suit and all the weird things that had just happened, and just spent the rest of the day trying on an outfit after the other, until whatever was left of Nath’s mind slowly faded away, and he completely transformed both in body and mind into his crush.

His wish had come true, he was now closer to her than he could have ever wished. The fairy Selenia looked pleased at the result of her spell. Judging by how happy that girl looked she was sure that this time she had finally done things right, and the fairy council would not have denied her her license. They always said to her that she abused her magical powers, and that she always twisted mortal’s wishes and granted them the wrong way. But this time she was sure that she had finally earned her fairy badge. She smiled to herself and headed back to the fairy world, leaving behind her a happy and cheerful girl.

Checking on her

I used to hate when the 8^th of March would come. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those assholes that think that women should not have a day dedicated to them or something. It’s just that I am… well, the possessive kind of guy when it comes to relationships. I know perfectly well that’s not a good attitude to have, but it’s not like I can force myself to not be jealous. And while most of the times I manage to be by my girlfriend’s side, on International Women’s Day when she hangs out with her female friends there’s really nothing I can do to keep an eye on her. She had started to get fed up with me constantly controlling her, and I’m sure that if she would have found out that I was spying on her one more time she would have broken up with me.

But even though I really tried to strain myself to not follow her, I really couldn’t just let her be on such a night. I trusted her… I think, but I didn’t trust her friends at all! They don’t like me, and I’m sure they would have done everything they could in order to sabotage our relationship. And if they made her drink one or two drinks too much, and took her to one of those clubs where they put up shows with male strippers for women… I… I don’t know if I could have fully trusted her. That’s why I decided to resort to pretty extreme measures.

The bodysuit costed me a fortune, and on top of that I also had to buy my own dress and heels and accessories in order not to be found out by my girlfriend if I had taken some of her clothes. But it was worth it. When I slipped inside of it I looked just like an actual woman. It was incredible. It felt incredible, just like it was my actual body and not just a suit. It took me a while to get myself ready, styling my hair and doing my makeup, but in the end I looked amazing. No one would have been able to tell that I was a man in disguise, not even my girlfriend. Now I could have spied on her without being found out! My plan was flawless! Or so I though.

I knew the club where she and her friends would have spent the night, and just as I imagined it was one of those places with strip shows for women. I’ll admit that the free entrance was pretty neat, and so was the fact that drinks were sold at half their price to women. And I really needed to drink as much as possible, since looking from afar at my girlfriend drinking and having fun with her friends was making me increasingly nervous, and the closer the start of the show was approaching the more tense I was getting. Finally the strippers got on stage, and there was such an uproar that I felt like I was in a madhouse. However soon enough the alcohol started to take its toll, and I was slowly but surely getting into the show more and more. It was strange, but seeing those guys dancing, with their perfect abs, and muscular arms, and amazing pecs, was unsettlingly fascinating. Not to mention their bulges. It was almost hypnotic, and I felt a weird warm sensation raise from my groin and going through all my body, making me quiver. Before I could realize it, I was cheering for those hunks just like all the other girls, and when one of them took off his speedo and remained naked right in front of me, I felt myself shiver in anticipation. While the women around me started to get uneasy for that spectacle, I on the other hand was totally into it, and when he climbed over me and let his thick cock slip into my eager mouth, I did not back down, and welcomed that shaft with joy.

What followed seems now all kind of blurry and confused, but judging by the weird and unsettling taste I still have in my mouth I think I may have pushed myself a little too far. Thank god I did not let him fuck me. If he ended up coming inside of me I would have remained stuck in the suit. But the fact that I have simply sucked a guy off is not really of any consolation to me. And the ironic part is that my girlfriend left the place uneasy and scandalized as soon as the show started to really get going. Now I know that I can trust her. The only problem is that I can’t stop thinking about all the fun I have had while in the suit. And about how great that guy’s cum tasted. I guess I won’t get rid of the suit just yet, and that starting today I will insist for my girlfriend to hang out more often with her friends, just so I can have more night for myself and my newfound fondness for cock.

An incredible costume

So, yesterday I've been to the Venice carnival, and of course it immediately inspired me an idea for a caption XD What better holyday to imagine yoursefl as someone else after all ;) Hope you'll like it!

I have always loved holydays where you can dress up. I guess I just have some kind of desire to be someone else at times, and as soon as I put a mask on, for a short amount of time I can actually forget that I am myself. If you can relate to this feeling, then you can maybe understand why I have always been fond of the Venice carnival. The masks and costumes you can see there are simply matchless, and I have always dreamed of hanging out in San Marco square among all those people with their fancy masks. And this was going to finally be the year where I would have done so! I booked my trip to Italy months in advance, and had everything perfectly organized in order for me to not miss the famous Flight of the Angel. I was so hyped for it! Imagine my disappointment when they prevented me from accessing the square.

<<What the hell does this mean?! I have come a long way just so I could see the event!>>

<<Well, I’m sorry sir, but this year we really had to many tourists coming, and as safety measure we are restricting access to the square, allowing in only a limited amount of people beside those who came in a costume.>>

<<This is bullshit! I’m not going to accept this!>>

<<Mmmm… well, maybe there’s a solution to your problem.>>

<<What is it? Please tell me! I will do anything!>>

<<Well, I know of a costume workshop that is short on models. I can take you there, and maybe they will give you one to wear. Once you’ll have a costume you will be able to access the square with no problem.>>

I couldn’t believe it! Not only I would have been in Venice during the carnival, but I would have also been dressed in one of those gorgeous costumes! It was like a dream come true for me! However, once I was taken to the workshop and my predicament was explained to the manager, I remained speechless once they handed me… a gown!

<<What… what is this?>>

<<Well, I’m sorry young man, but we have run out of male costumes. We only have women costumes available.>>

<<Well, don’t get me wrong, this costume is beautiful and all, but quite frankly I doubt it would suit me.>>

<<Oh, that can be arranged, don’t worry. You see, we make traditional costumes here, but we are also acquainted with all the latest innovation in the field. And there have actually been quite interesting discoveries recently.>>

She took out what looked like a female bodysuit, which had for some reason also a head and wig attached to it. It was so creepy, looking and feeling so realistic to the touch, almost like real skin. I was so freaked out by it. She explained to me that it was a bodysuit that once put on would have made me look like I was an actual girl, so that I could have worn the woman costume. So I was supposed to wear that thing?! No way! However she was quite convincing in the end, and my desire to see the carnival was just too strong. So I did as she said. I slipped inside that creepy suit, and felt it adhere to my skin and wrapping me tight. It was so tight in fact that it felt like it was actually reshaping my body. The more of it I was putting on, the weirder I felt. My legs were now long and toned, and my belly had become flat, and even my arms and shoulder felt like they had just lost all of the muscles and that I had actually become a frail, thin girl. Caressing the suit felt like actually caressing my own skin, only now it was much softer and more sensitive, and the breasts that were now hanging from my chest felt unsettlingly real. As I fondled and squeezed them they felt like an actual part of my body, and down in my groin there was no trace of any bulge, only a flat crotch with a slit where my dick used to be. I did not have the courage to bring my now dainty hand down there and check out how that felt, and when the mask was put over my face and the suit was zipped behind my back, I was so disturbed by the feeling of my new face and body that I actually wanted to jump out of it right away. They showed me my reflection, and I remained speechless as I saw that gorgeous naked girl staring back at me in disbelief from the mirror. I looked and sounded just like an actual girl! It was incredible!

I didn’t have much time to recover from the initial shock, since they then started to dress me up in my costume right away. It took a while to get me ready, it was really bulky and awkward.

<<So, how do you feel?>>

<<How the hell do you think I feel? I’m unsettled! My voice sound all weird and feminine, I have long hair, and a slender and dainty body now somehow. For fucks sake I have boobs! They feel so real! And there’s nothing down there, only an unsettling void! I’m going to freak out so much!>>

<<I was talking about the costume actually.>>

<<Oh. Well, the corset is too tight, I can barely breathe, and it’s weird how it is perking up my breasts. And the gown is too large and bulky, not to mention the wings. I feel huge! I have no idea how I will manage to walk among the crowd dressed like this. Especially in these damned shoes! Fuck do they hurt!>>

<<Well, here in Italy we say “chi bella vuole apparire, un po’ deve soffrire”. Don’t you think it is worth it? Look at yourself! Aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing?>>

<<Y… yes, I guess.>>

<<That’s more like it. So, quit whining now and hold still, I have to put your mask on. You’re going to look amazing once I’m done here.>>

And she was right. Once I was dressed up in my new costume I looked incredible! I was just like one of those models I saw in the pictures, with their gorgeous costumes and fancy masks. It was just like I had always dreamed, only I would have never imagined that I would have actually been a woman. But once I started to consider the bodysuit just as part of the costume, I immediately started to act more natural, and felt much more at ease. They even enrolled me in the costume competition! I was so tense once I was on the stage surrounded by all those people applauding my costume. The jury wasn’t impressed, and I didn’t make it past the knockout stage, but would they have been that harsh if they knew that I was actually a guy? I didn’t want anyone to know that I was actually dressed in a bodysuit, but I like to think that if they did, I would have probably won!

And at the end of the day, when it came time for me to get changed and go back to be myself and go home, I asked the manager to keep the costume. Not the gown that is, but the bodysuit. As weird as it is to admit it, I had never felt as incredible as I felt that day, and… I couldn’t possibly have given that up. I wanted to take it back home with me, and wear it whenever I wanted. For all my life I felt like I wanted to be someone else, but never before I actually had the chance to do it. But now I did, and I was on seventh heaven when the manager smiled at me and said I could have kept it. I’m on my way back home now, and I’m so thrilled at the thought that I have that suit with me in my suitcase. I can’t wait to be at home and slip into it, and play dress up with whatever female item of clothing I can find, and… find out how anatomically accurate the suit actually is!

FACE REVEAL!

(well, kinda but not really, lol!)

Have fun during carnival :)

From hunter to prey

As a man I never had any issues picking up women. Even being average looking I could always come home from the club with a new conquest. Nothing that difficult really, one or two drink offered, a couple of clichéd pick up lines and the trick was done. I guess my way of life really impacted me in the way I treat women and on the opinion I have of most of them. To me they are just… disposable, like a prop, and eventually I’ve been confronted about it.

It was Sarah, one friend of mine and one of the few women I actually respected, who one day threw a temper tantrum at me, saying that I was an asshole in and that I should have experienced how difficult it was to be a female and how degrading it was to be treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. I shrugged it off, women can get so emotional for minor things after all. Never would I have thought that she would have gone through with it.

When I saw the bodysuit she had bought for me I was speechless. It looked so creepy with its soulless eyes staring back at me from the box. And I should have worn it that thing? No way! But she convinced me in the end. We made a deal: I had to go clubbing wearing it and pretending to be a woman in order to experience how it felt like. If I accepted, she would have gone out on a date with me while wearing it and she would have had sex with me. She knew perfectly well how to persuade me. After all I had been after her for countless years, and the fact that she was one of the few women I was actually interested in dating and that she would constantly turn me down always drove me crazy. Plus despite how creepy that suit looked without any person filling it, it actually would have made an incredibly hot woman. Those humongous tits in particular were particularly tempting. I was amused at the idea of transforming my best friend into a busty eye candy. In the end I accepted the terms and wore it.

I have to admit that getting ready for my night out was quite difficult. While I was able to slip into the suit with no problems and despite how natural it felt, I soon learned to my expense that women have to go through a very long process before they can be ready to go out. Doing my hair and make-up was a pain in the ass, as well as walking around in the high heels Sarah prepared for me. And those huge tits turned out to be really heavy and really uncomfortable to carry around, constantly getting in the way and jiggling uncontrollably with every step I took. They looked and felt nice though, and after a little bit of practicing I was soon able to get around on my new shoes with little to no problem. Besides, I didn’t really need to go around in those, I would have just sat at the bar and waited for men to flock at me. I knew how that worked, and I would have had one hell of an evening in the end.

Just as I planned it didn’t took long for me to start getting approached by men. In no time I managed to get three drinks offered, and I was basking in all that attention. All of this was pretty new to me given my new perspective, and even the poorest pick-up line would flatter me, and it felt so good to have all those eyes on me. I actually planned to play hard to get a lot more than what I actually ended up doing. Maybe it was the drinks that now were a lot more effective in getting me drunk due to my new body, or maybe Sarah fucked around with the personality settings of the suit more than I thought. What stands it that by the end of the night I was in the back seat of some guy’s car ready for some sexy time. The deal never required for me to actually get all the way through with my experience as a woman, and I was pretty scared of what was about to happen. But I just shrugged all my doubts off and decided that since I was there I might as well truly understand how it felt like for women. Needless to say, it was the most incredible experience of my life.

That should have been it. I had won the bet and now I was owed the date I always wanted. But for some reason I still have not collected my winning. I keep going with my mind to that evening. What was I thinking? I had sex with the first rando who offered me a drink and told me some nice words. I behaved like a slut! That couldn’t possibly have been me! Why am I even still thinking about it? That was it, I did what I had to do, and the woman I impersonated will never be heard of again, right? Sure, I still have the suit, but that is only for Sarah to use now. And I will never see that guy again. That was the plan. This is driving me crazy. Why was I so stupid to give him my real number? But most importantly, why isn’t he still calling me? I feel so… used.