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For Me (Pt 6)
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 16:00:12 +0000 UTCAnna nodded, smiling Lauren’s smile, clearly pleased with herself. Draping the suit over her arm, she strode over to Lauren and handed it to her.
Unsure what to do, Lauren took the suit gingerly, feeling like it might come to life and strangle her any second.
It practically melted into her hands, this soft, rubbery material which sagged wherever Lauren was not holding it. The entire chest and stomach were sagging downwards right then, as Lauren supported the suit from the shoulders and arms, and also under the knees. Carefully she placed the suit on the floor like she was laying down an infirm person, then took a step back and looked to Anna.
“It is you, right? I’m not crazy?”
“Nope,” Anna confirmed from behind Lauren’s face. “It’s me, in the, uh, flesh. My exact proportions, my skin tone, my blemishes. See right there on the arm? There’s the scar from when I spilled tea all over myself, when we went camping that one time. Down there near my hip is my birthmark. I even have the beauty spot that’s on my throat. Right next to the voice changer, by total coincidence. And of course, my pride and joy.” She pointed casually between the suit’s legs. “The garden of delights.”
While Lauren had seen Anna’s privates accidentally a few times, she hadn’t looked at them too closely. She felt her face redden beneath the mask as she looked at the dark, trimmed hair that made up this fake female. “And you think I should wear this?”
“I don’t ‘think’, I’m going to insist,” Anna said, chuckling a little as Lauren might, when presented with a statement that was clearly ludicrous. “How else are we going to get your proportions to match mine?”
“I was thinking we’d kind of… wing it?”
Anna scoffed. “No way, not after I’ve worked so hard and so long on the masks alone. Once they were done it wasn’t too hard to extend the work to suits, and with these, you’re guaranteed to pass in just about any scenario.”
Lauren paused. “You said ‘these’. Plural.”
“Mmm, that’s true,” Anna said. With a small grin on her face, she turned to face Lauren. “You know you said something didn’t seem right?”
“Yeah….”
“My guess is,” Anna said, looking down at her chest, “it was probably these babies.”
Lauren suddenly realized what wasn’t ‘right’ about Anna’s chosen look; the size of her breasts. While they weren’t that far apart in size, Anna’s were definitely smaller, and in Lauren’s clothing it meant that something did indeed seem a bit ‘off’; she wasn’t filling them out quite as much.
“I didn’t have time to change,” Anna said with a wink, “or these would have matched yours perfectly. I’ve got an idea; why don’t we slip into them together?”
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Minutes later, both of them were stood back to back, in the center changing area, looking at each other through reflections. The suits were partially on, pulled up their respective legs, with the rest of their bodies completely exposed.
They had paused as Anna explained a very important point.
“Look inside the suit,” she said. “Around the crotch. You’ll see there’s like, a sleeve? Or maybe it’s more of a collar. Anyway, that’s for you to use to, well, guide yourself.”
“Guide — wait, this has to…?”
“Yep. If it was just a big slit, well. We’d have to glue it. I’m sure you’ll prefer this. Trust me.”
Lauren slowly turned around to face Anna, or at least her back. “Can you show me first?”
“Of course.” Anna turned around so they were face to face, then pulled the suit up a bit further, over her knees and towards her crotch. Lauren couldn’t help but notice the skin tone of Anna’s suit was a little darker than hers, which made sense. Anna was a bit sun-averse, whereas Lauren loved to lounge by her pool and soak up rays.
“Here we go.” Anna reached down, one hand pulling the suit up, the other holding back ready to guide things.
For a moment, Lauren was staring at the lips of her own vagina, stretched and deformed, through which she could see Anna’s body. It was the most surreal sight she’d ever seen.
Anna moved the suit closer to herself, her fingers pushing inside, and then with a soft grunt, she seemed to ‘hop’ onto the suit itself. With a couple of adjustments, and quite a lot of checking in the mirror, she soon had managed to get the ‘cone’ inside her. Quickly, she yanked the rear of the suit up and over her butt, so it was resting on her hips, the arms and breasts flopping in front of her.
“It’s really best to just keep going when you’re doing this. Do you mind?”
“No, not at all,” Lauren said, fascinated by the process.
The suits were both incredibly stretchy, Anna had explained — something about the density of the silicone, or the mixture of the components, Lauren didn’t really understand — which meant they were entered through the neck and were all one piece. There were no zippers or buttons, nothing to betray that what anyone was looking at was not real skin.
As such, she got to watch as her own neck and chest were stretched out over Anna’s torso, as she slipped her arms inside the neck, then slid them down the empty arms. She stared in fascination at her own arm lying inert, then suddenly jerking into life, fingers bouncing, before it finally became occupied by an unseen hand, the false and the real somehow merging into one.
“Wild, isn’t it?” Anna said, noting her own stare. Lauren nodded wordlessly. “Almost there.”
As Anna slid her arm inside once more, Lauren watched in amazement as, essentially, her friend vanished before her eyes. With every movement, every slight shift, every adjustment, the person in front of her became her. If Anna hadn’t been wearing the mask of Lauren’s face already, it would still be weird, but with it on… it was like Lauren was watching herself struggling to fit into her own skin.
Grunting and straining a little, Anna pulled the suit upwards, allowing her new breasts to settle and the neck to constrict. She had to mess with it a little to get the mask secure beneath the edge of the suit. Lauren noticed that the seam almost vanished when one was layered over the other.
“Don’t you have to… I don’t know, seal it, or something?”
“We could if we wanted to,” Anna said, as she stretched her arms, feeling the fit of her new skin. “I designed it so the mask and the suit practically fit together, like jigsaw pieces, you know? Someone would have to really, really be looking to see the seam. If you wanted you could totally seal yourself in, for safety’s sake. As it is, I’d just advise you don’t spend a lot of time in a shower. Or go swimming. Or get in a plunge pool. Basically, don’t immerse yourself in water, or… well, it won’t be pretty.”
“Noted,” Lauren said, a little concerned, but figuring it couldn’t be hard to avoid showering in the suit. Could it?
Anna was doing bends and stretches, like she was warming up for an athletic event. She saw the look on her own face and said “Just making sure everything’s in place correctly.” Satisfied, she stood up straight and struck a pose. “Ta-da! All done.”
“That’s insane,” Lauren whispered. “Look at you.”
“Actually it’s more like ‘look at you’, if you see what I mean,” Anna said with a Lauren-like giggle. “In a little while though, you’ll be able to look at me when you look down.”
Hearing her own voice say this was enough to almost make Lauren dizzy. It also made her look down, to see the suit, not even over her hips yet. “Will you help me?”
“Of course,” Anna said. She stepped closer and knelt in front of Lauren, checking the suit’s fit so far. “Go ahead and draw it up your legs.”
Lauren reached down and did so, very aware that soon she was going to have to insert the ‘cone’ that she’d seen Anna use. Something about that spooked her.
The suit was tugged up and over her knees, Anna helping by smoothing things out as Lauren pulled upwards. In a few moments the suit was close to Lauren’s crotch.
“Do you need help here, or…?” Anna asked.
Lauren stared back at her own face, hearing her own voice ask. She glanced down, unable to really see the appliance because of the tight neck of the suit around her legs. “Yeah, maybe. For the first time at least.”
Anna nodded and brought herself down low. “Okay, I’ll guide it, you just have to pull it up, okay?” She put her hand between Lauren’s legs, or at least, what had been Lauren’s legs. “Pull it up a little now. Go slow.”
Lauren did as she was asked, feeling the suit slide over the top of her thighs, to touch her abdomen. Then she felt a slightly hard poke between her legs. “Sorry. Hang on,” Anna said from below.
And then Lauren felt Anna’s fingertips, or really her fingertips, carefully part her pussy lips and labia. She felt something stiff, but not cold, being slowly pushed into her. “Imagine you’re getting a tampon put in… I know that’s really weird,” Anna sad. “It will expand when it’s inside.”
A little unsure, but more interested in getting this done, Lauren moved her hips forward, trying to stay as horizontal as possible. She felt the plastic below move inside her, not too deep, but enough to feel like it was definitely ‘in’. After a few more seconds, she didn’t notice it any more. Like the rest of the suit it had warmed up to her body temperature and might as well have been part of her.
“Got it. Okay, pull the rest up.”
With a grunt, Lauren pulled up Anna’s ass and hips, which slid over hers. The neck of the suit was now elongated and stretched around her torso, Anna’s breasts and arms dangling loosely.
“Okay,” Anna said through Lauren’s lips. “Before we go further, there’s something extra we’ve got to do. Specifically for you.” She pointed at Lauren’s exposed chest. “Those have to get strapped down.”
“Oh,” Lauren said, realizing suddenly that while Anna’s suit enhanced her bust, in Lauren’s case it would actually have to shrink slightly. Their breasts weren’t too far apart in size, but Anna’s were definitely smaller than Lauren’s.
“Don’t worry, I come prepared,” Anna said. She picked up a roll of gauze tape from her luggage and proceeded to wind it around Lauren’s chest. It was confining, obviously, but it wasn’t too painful. After she was done, Lauren looked down at her reduced bust and smiled.
“Guess that works, right?”
“Sure does,” Anna said. “Remember the next step?”
Lauren nodded. She reached down with one hand, stretched the suit out further, and tried her best to thread her arm inside.
For a second her arm was on her own skin, warm and inviting; then it moved into the hole provided by the suit’s sleeve. The interior felt a little clingy, almost claustrophobic in a strange way, but she persisted, pushing the arm in.
“Sometimes it gets twisted,” Anna was saying, as she helped ease Lauren’s arm in. “It’s best to stop and make sure it’s flat, if that happens.” In this case it looked like Anna’s pale skinned arm was in the right orientation. Lauren stared in amazement as the arm raised up, each movement of her own slowly bringing it to life.
Her fingers reached the glove that made up the hand. She tried to imagine she was just pulling on a tight glove, instead of whatever this was, as she raised the hand to her face and watched the fingers twitch and shudder. Slowly they began to form, like they were being inflated by an unknown force; and then it was done.
Lauren flexed her new hand, noticing the attention to detail. The longer fingernails than her own (Anna must have trimmed hers, she realized). The pale hue. The differing wrinkles and lines.
“Next arm,” Anna prompted.
Lauren snapped out of her appreciation haze and pushed her arm inside the second sleeve. As she did, Anna helped to pull the upper half of the suit towards Lauren’s throat, which wasn’t too hard as it naturally wanted to shrink and reform to its natural shape. The two movements almost coincided, with Lauren realizing that as her hand filled out the hand of ‘Anna’, she also possessed Anna’s breasts and proportions.
The binding of her own breasts had worked. Anna’s replica breasts were present and correct, smaller in width and cup size than Lauren’s own.
“You might want to take a look in the mirror,” Anna suggested.
There was no shortage of mirrors available to do that. Feeling like she was almost in a trance, Lauren walked to the dais in the center of the room, stepped up and in a second, saw Anna reflected in all four of the mirrors around her.
She could barely believe it. Having Anna’s face had been one thing; the short black bob, the pouty look, the searing stares — but now she was staring at a new person. Head to toe. A person who somehow took her commands, who did what she wanted them to do.
She raised a hand to her face, touching Anna’s — her — lips. She brushed hair from her eyes. She looked up and down her body, admiring the curves, different from her own. And then finally she looked into her eyes.
“Crap.”
“What?”
“The eyes.”
“Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry!”
Lauren still had her own eyes, the one giveaway that this person in front of her was not what she seemed. If she looked very carefully she could also see the tiny seam between the mask and the rest of the suit, but that was it. That was it. The only giveaway. The only tell-tale sign.
“Got ‘em,” she heard, in her own voice, as if she’d thrown it somewhere.
Lauren — no, Anna, she told herself, it’s Anna but with your face and body — walked around the mirrors with a small contact lens case in her hand. “Ever tried these?”
Anna’s head shook, even though it was Lauren that did the shaking. “No. Lucky.”
After a brief explanation of how to best put in contacts, Anna handed them over to her doppelgänger. ‘Anna’ took a step forward and carefully pulled down one eyelid, then inserted the contact lens into her eye. “Ouch,” she said, pulling back reflexively, but luckily the contact stayed in place. After she repeated the process, improving a little with her technique, she blinked several times, then smiled, then frowned.
“What is it?” ‘Lauren’ asked.
“It’s my teeth,” ‘Anna’ said. “Yours… well.”
“You can say it. Mine are yellower than yours. One of us can’t afford regular orthodontist’s visits. But don’t worry, I’ve got that covered too.”
Dipping once more into her luggage, ‘Lauren’ produced a small box that when opened, revealed a set of custom dentures. “Put these in.”
‘Anna’ lifted them from the box and opened her mouth, carefully inserting the upper denture first, then the lower. Tentatively she brought her new teeth together. They settled, feeling a little strange, but quickly becoming her new normal.
“Happy now?”
‘Anna’ grinned at herself in the mirror. “Very.”
‘Lauren’ came up behind her, her familiar face appearing over ‘Anna’s’ shoulder.
“You look fantastic. Incredible.”
‘Anna’ nodded slowly. “Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure… Anna.”
As ‘Lauren’ said that name, the real Lauren, concealed beneath dentures and contacts and a bodysuit and a mask, felt a warm sensation come over her. She was Anna. She was her. For a moment she drifted away, taken by that sensation, but then came back to normalcy as ‘Lauren’ turned her around to face her.
“What’s my name?” she said.
“Lauren,” ‘Anna’ answered without hesitation. “You’re Lauren Hudson.”
“And you,” ‘Lauren’ said, “are Anna Webster. So we should start acting like it, don’t you think?”
Anna nodded. She was who she wanted to be. Lauren smiled in response. “Shall we get dressed?”
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