Suitable Subject - Part Two

My eyes flutter open as I find myself on the sofa, my half finished coffee thankfully resting in my lap. The TV blares out with the same Suitable commercial a thousand times before, a low groan escaping my lips as I lazily slap about for the remote.

"Too..." I huff, my hand soon finding the remote as I skip the add. "Expensive..." I groan, rolling my head back as I feel just how cold the coffee mug is with my free hand.

Slowly heaving myself up I begin to shuffle towards the kitchen, my footsteps staggering to a halt as I hear a loud series of knocks from my front door. Looking over my shoulder I wait for a moment, my brain still processing what I had heard before another more panicked set of knocks fill my cozy living space.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I slowly plod towards the door, my gait picking up in speed as the knocks grow practically frantic. Just as the knocks turn to banging I pull the door open as I find myself looking at a bundle of rubbery skin and Kelly, the slender and energetic brunette from down the hall. The young woman's fist swings forward, colliding with my chest as her eyes go wide in shock.

Jumping slightly she takes a step back, her hazel eyes going wide as she lets out a little squeak.

"S... Sorry Mr Hughes!" she chirps, her gaze darting to me and her balled fist for a moment before shifting down to the rubbery pale suit resting over her arm. She opens her mouth to say something, her whole body flinching as the sound of a door somewhere in the hallway squeaks and a set of footsteps begin to shuffle out.

Without another word the five foot seven brunette ducks under my arm, sliding past me and into my apartment as she clumsily kicks the door closed behind her. Blinking rapidly I'm left in shock as the young brunette takes a deep breath, a mumbled set of voices coming from somewhere in the hallway slowly moving away.

"What are..." I croak sleepily, rubbing my eyes as I try to muster a glare at the young woman.

"Uh... Mr Hughes..." she mutters nervously, fiddling with the squeaking suit. "Could I ask you a favor?"

Suitable Subject - Part One

Shuffling down the street in the wee hours of the morning I do my best to keep my eyes open. Empty disposable coffee cup in hand I try to focus on the pot of dark roasted coffee I had left on the warmer at home, the reward I had made for myself before heading out before the sun had even rose.

Hopefully it had been worth it but I wouldn't know for months, the job agency working in mysterious and glacial ways.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part Four

Skipping and yelping as my feet pound the wet cold pavement I soon find myself navigating the familiar building and paths of my old stomping ground. While the dorms were different and strange, the campus itself was all too familiar after years spent studying and working here.

Panting and wheezing for breath, my muscles burning and my skin soon dripping with sweat, I curse under my breath at my sudden lack of fitness. As I find myself leaving the campus and navigating my way into the still flooded city streets I try to map out the path in my head.

"Left at... at Andrews... then a right... I think... at Kingston..." I pant heavily, my stride slowly to a power walk and then a limp shuffle as exhaustion grips me. "They'll get her off me and... and..." I wheeze, looking into the bin and at my partially buried manhood as I try to work out just what they could do about that.

My mind races with panicked thoughts, the rushed walk barely even registering with me as I soon spot the colorful awning once again. With my heart leaping into my throat I race up to the door before barreling inside, a confused worker holding up my old pants jumping with shock as she recognizes my new face.

RE: Second Skin, Second Life - Part Three

Bleary eyed I slowly feel myself coming to, my muddled and hazy mind struggling as my skull painfully throbs along with my heart beat. I sway slightly, my skin and muscles tensing as if to fight my subtle movements while I slowly come to.

"Why..." I blurt out, my lips slamming shut against my will as I find myself struggling to do much of anything beyond struggle back to a semi-wakeful state.

Suddenly, it all comes back to me in a rush. The rain, the lobby, the thing, and then the fall all as my head begins to pound and ache worse and worse by the second. Blinking rapidly I try to focus, clearing my vision as I feel my eyelids grow heavy and defiant.

As I come to my senses I find myself at my front door as a set of delicate fingers fumble with my keys, curly blonde hair and a massive weight on my chest shifting with each movement. I feel my hands trembling in the cold, delicate and slender fingers fumbling with the set of keys as they try to line it up with lock.

My other hand holds something against my bulging abdomen, wet and sodden fabric pressing firmly against the achingly distended flesh.

In the haze my haze I quickly force the key into the lock, turning it with a loud click as a squeak slips from my lips that is not of my making. As the door slowly opens I feel my heart quickly begin to hammer in my chest, the pounding force growing loud in my ears as I realize just how much bigger my apartment looks.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part Three

Bleary eyed I slowly feel myself coming to, my muddled and hazy mind struggling as my skull painfully throbs along with my heart beat. I sway slightly, my skin and muscles tensing as if to fight my subtle movements while I slowly come to.

"Why..." I blurt out, my lips slamming shut against my will as I find myself struggling to do much of anything beyond struggle back to a semi-wakeful state.

Suddenly, it all comes back to me in a rush. The rain, the lobby, the thing, and then the fall all as my head begins to pound and ache worse and worse by the second. Blinking rapidly I try to focus, clearing my vision as I feel my eyelids grow heavy and defiant.

As I come to my senses I find myself curled up in a large gaming chair, my eyes stinging due to the bright of the screen and my body begging for sleep. Soothing chiptunes fill the room, a set of speakers either side of the massive TV turned computer screen blasting the music straight at me. The bright and vibrant colors on the screen catch the thin panes of glass sitting right before my eyes, the glare leaving my eyes struggling to adjust.

I feel my fingers clutch at a plastic controller, the rumbling device feeling far larger than it otherwise should in my grasp. My fingers twitch and jitter against my will, the tendons struggling to move as if they had a mind of their own. My body feel terrible, my skin coated in a faint damp sensation while my stomach churns and aches with an odd sense of bloating.

"Huh..." I groan, gagging slightly as I feel my tongue lap at the foul taste in my mouth. Sickly sweet and highly artificial flavor of some caffeinated beverage coating the inside of my mouth and lingering in a disgusting manner.

"St... op..." I find myself croaking, my fingers twitching as the guttural wheeze blurts out against my will. "I... can't... ause..." it stammers out again, my jaw aching as I feel it clutch and shift weakly.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part Two

The sound of the rain hammering against the sheet metal roof is soon replaced with the loud screech of straining metal. I'm barely able to through myself back out into the freezing deluge as the thin flimsy metal roof buckles and breaks inwards, rusted fragments soon spraying downwards along with a flooding tide of filthy water.

Scrambling against the stream of water racing down the street I stumble to my feet, my footfalls sloshing through the ankle deep waters as I stagger into the pelting storm around me. I try to whip my head around, desperate to find some sort of shelter from the rain as I practically wonder why I was even out and about in this damned weather.

Suddenly I spot it, a flapping awning stretching out over the street even so slightly with a door right beneath it. With the rain pouring down I stagger into the dark and closed building, finding the door unlocked as I seek shelter from the pelting rain.

Second Skin, Second Life - Part One

Slipping down the street I stagger and stumble under the heavy downpour around me. Even the light of the street lamps are dimmed in the thick haze of water, the sheets of icy cold droplets obscuring practically everything not directly in front of me.

I clutch at my navy blue sweater, tugging the collar up and over my head as I try to protect myself from the piercing impacts of the stinging rain. Glancing down I almost tumble over, the sight of the seemingly shifting sidewalk sending my off balance as the running water overflows the nearby gutter.

With a loud crack I slam into a strange sign, the siding of the bus stop glowing faintly with a flickering florescent light. With the hopeful reprieve I dive under the thin metal roof, the sound of the rain almost deafening me as I shiver and shudder in the thankfully mostly dry shelter.

Wiping the water from my face, my whole body quivering as I feel the cold creep through to my bones, I glance at the signage I had run into as I fee la warm trickle of blood begin to drip from my nose.

The image of a middle-aged woman stands side on, her tan Mediterranean complexion baring more than it's fair share of wrinkles and blemishes. She appears to be naked, though not much of anything is shown as much of her body below the next appears coated in an embrace of flowing pale skin. A younger woman's face, also in profile along with the older woman's, appears smiling and content as her body appears to break apart and flow around the woman behind her.

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Bodyy Balm - Part Three

After no small amount of thought, the morning soon turning to afternoon as I fumble and fiddle with the canister in my hands, I finally make a decision. I swallow hard, pushing the box of spare Bodyy Balm under my sofa as I race out the front door and downstairs to set a trap for Emily, the bitchy gym bunny.

As I rush down the stairs I think back to the times she had made life hell for those of us around the building, the stolen packages, the dumped and stolen laundry, and the changing clothes in public places with constant threats to go to her grandmother if we didn't apologize to her over it all. Always with that smirk on those cock sucking lips and a sneer on her delicate and innocent-looking face.

I could understand how her grandmother bent to her every whim, looking so sweet otherwise it would not take much for her to manipulate people especially someone as doting as a grandmother eager to see her grandchildren.

"She's in need of an attitude adjustment" I justify to myself, panting and sweating more profusely as I rush through the humid and warm stairwell. 'My attitude specifically" I think with a low chuckle escaping my lips.

Bodyy Balm - Part Two

I continue around the room for a bit, my eyes darting between the box, the balm in my hand, and the apartment at large. With a deep breath I finally make my decision, I'll make someone a suit, stealing their life permanently.

My gaze flits through my apartment, the degrees hanging in the wall and the books in the shelves all of which I had spent tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars to amass. For what? To be fired out the gate and to struggle to find anything worth my time and education afterward? To live in an overheating little shoe box of an apartment, to be cooked inside my own skin?

With each passing thought my drive to follow through with the sick plan grows. It'd just take a single canister of Bodyy Balm, dumping it into an unattended load of washing and then BAM. They didn't even need to know I did it, I could just be helping them live a normal life afterwards, a real good Samaritan filled with self-sacrifice.

Bodyy Balm - Part One

Most people though only knew the stories, having never gotten aboard the hype train or being able to find the scant few supplies before they left the shelves. However, beyond the illicit market some boxes of the stuff keep turning up. From old warehouses shipping the wrong stock they missed to garage sales including old half-used ointments.

It was from one of these that I found myself embroiled in the terrible and awe-inspiring substance. With me finding a crate of Bodyy Balm.

Bodyy Balm - Prologue

Few companies had seen such a relatively rise combined with such a dramatic fall as that of Body Balm. The cosmetic start up that had so hastily released its first, and only, product that they had failed to perform any sort of long=term testing. The aftermath led to a pull of the product from shelves, the stuff being deemed as too dangerous if it were to fall into the wrong hands.

New Job, New Suit - Part Seven

Hours pass as I drive, the endless prattling of the over-caffeinated country girl being the only thing keeping me awake for the final stretch. As the sun begins to rise behind the car it illuminates the speck of a city on the horizon, the home goal finally coming into view.

I feel sick to my stomach, the immense amount of ice coffee and the continued concentration in driving causing my stomach to churn and my eyes to ache.

"Darlin' can't we jus' pull over for a small nap?" Kelly remarks, obviously feeling the same bodily distress I was.

"Just a...just a bit more and I promise we'll get some rest" I groan in my sweet new voice, recoiling a little as I hear myself for the first time in hours. As I speak I feel my nausea worsen, causing me to purse my lips and focus on the road for the time being.

As I begin to move through the outer suburbs, heading closer to the city, Kelly remains relatively quiet. For a moment I wonder if she had fallen asleep inside my head or something, finding the silence eerie after hours of hearing her stories of living in a small country town.

However, as we start to pass more tightly packed family homes Kelly immediately surges back into the forefront of my mind.

"Look at them, ain't they lovely" Kelly coos softly, the voice in my head sounding like it was in a fantasizing dream-like state. "Look! Look! They're gettin' ready for school! Oh, their mama is seein' them off now ain't that jus' the sweetest thing"

With a bit of a sigh I decide to hazard having a bit of a conversation, running the risk of another bout of nausea or something far worse. "Did you have a family like that back home?" I ask, helping the woman in my head out by looking from side to side as we pass the charming family homes.

"Nah I ain't never had that" she says, sounding more depressed than I thought Kelly could sound. "Was jus' me an' the farm" she continues.

I open my mouth to say something, back am immediately cut off by Kelly shouting in our shared head.

"The Farm! Dang it!" she cries out, hissing the latter half as she feels the stinging headache brought on by her yelling.

"What about it?" I ask softly, trying to quieten her down. "You must have sold it to pay for...you know".

"Nope" Kelly snaps cheerily in reply. "I could never sell the ol' place, but I...well I had ta sell pretty much everthin' else".

"So we own a..." I mutter, trailing off as the city grows ever closer.

"A farm? You bet...though it ain't as nice as...well..." she trails off as well, getting lost in the houses and a growing number of apartment buildings as we begin to approach the campus.

The area around the college rapidly shifts in appearance. The family homes and apartments give way to what feels like a solid wall of student accommodation before shifting again to well-maintained gardens and parkland. Kelly coos in my head as we pass under long archways of beautifully flowering tree, her excitement building as she begins to rapidly identify the plants by the names she knew them all by.

"There's some lavender, oh oh and some lil' bells, and those are...well one's white roses an' the other is...well not white roses but basically white roses" she mutters, giggling to herself as if making a game of it all.

Looking down at my phone I quickly open the email, reading in between glances at the road as I try to direct myself to the address supplied to me by the college. Driving more and more slowly I find myself pulling up by a rather large lake, the small parking lot adjacent to it having the only path I can see leading up to a rather small set of buildings.

They appear to be rather cozy houses, very modern and sharp in design. There is a healthy amount of space between each of the three units, enough for two people to walk down shoulder to shoulder, with a small bit of garden and lawn making them fit a little more with the natural environment. A path paved in old limestone leads from the houses to the parking lot, splitting in two as one side runs down to the lake and the other towards the old Victorian buildings that signaled the start of the campus proper.

"These are pretty cute ain't they" a very tired-sounding Kelly mutters. "So are we stayin' 'ere?"

"I..." I begin to respond, a knock on the driver's side window causing me to cut myself short with a yelp.

"Ma'am?" a muffled voice calls out from beyond my door.

Turning to look at the source of the voice I see a woman in her thirties, her dark hair tied back in an extremely tight bun, dressed in extremely business-like clothing. She looked a little shorter than me, maybe 5'7" with severe features and narrowed blue eyes. She taps again at the window before tapping the watch on her wrist, indicating that time was of the essence.

Straightening out my massive black shirt, wearing it more like a dress than a t-shirt, I open the car door. On trembling legs I begin to wheel my body around, unbuckling my seat belt as I feel it slide up between my large freely hanging breasts. With a great deal of effort, I pull myself to my feet, swaying a little as I feel the exhaustion hit me.

"Good morning...Ms. McDonald" chirps the stern-looking woman, looking between my womanly body and at a clipboard in her hand as she says my name.

I go to correct her, but before I can get a word in edgewise she merely continues.

"You're residence is...487A, the one on the far left. Here are your keys" she quickly states, practically forcing a set of keys into my hand as I struggle to keep up.

"Sign here, here, and...here" she exclaims, spinning the clipboard around so I could see the forms as she points at some blank fields.

My mind races to catch up, even Kelly has stopped talking as she too struggles to work out what was happening. The woman quickly places a pen in my free hand, guiding my hand to the form as if to hurry me along.

"What...are these?" I mutter, signing the forms in the empty spaces as instructed. "And my name is Jordan, Jordan Hughes"

"Was, was Jordan Hughes. You look like Ms. Kelly McDonald, so that's the name you'll go by" the woman snaps in a matter-of-fact tone. "These forms are just to confirm that fact, get you on the payroll, and transfer the lease on 487A to you. Inside you'll find the unit has been stocked with the essentials, please explore it at your leisure. A small stipend of $500 has been granted for you to...get settled, as well as two days off before you are to begin your duties on campus. Please report to security to have an ID made up for you before starting your first day. Have a lovely morning" the woman rapidly blurts out, speeding through the induction before hastily making her way up the path towards the college.

I'm left standing in shock, processing her words with my desperately sleep-deprived brain.

"Well...Kelly ain't ya gonna head inside" taunts Kelly, giggling to herself.

"Don't call me..." I mumble angrily in her voice, cutting myself short as I lean against the car to avoid collapse.

"Darlin' we can deal with that later. Pleeeeease jus' get some sleep, ya gonna make us sick" she pleads in a caring motherly tone.

Sighing to myself I glance between the car, the unit, and the woman as her power walking carries her further and further into the distance. "Fine" I mutter, closing the car door and locking it behind me as I sway my way up the path to the cozy little unit.

The features of the house, the design of the rooms, all of these things pass me by as I search for the one thing I want...a bed. Towards the back of my new home I find it, a large master bedroom with a perfectly comfy looking king sized bed.

As I shuffle towards the bed I begin to remove my baggy jeans, letting them fall around my ankles before stepping out of them in my exhausted shuffling. The oversized pants drag behind me as I shuffle along, snagging on my right foot as I approach the bed.

I begin to reach for the bottom of my tent-like shirt when suddenly Kelly begins to speak.

"Wait, you ain't gonna take me off are ya?" she asks, yawning inside my head as she begins to show the same level of tiredness as myself.

My eyes are barely open as I answer, my body dropping down onto the bed face first and eliciting a loud painful wince as I land on my new breasts. "Well...yeah...I was going to...sleep as..." I mumble, my words spacing out further and further as I dose off.

"But I wanna...wanna sleep too" Kelly replies, her words growing in a droning tone as she is overcome sleep.

Despite her pleas I weakly fiddle with my shirt, trying to get it over my head but failing to do so entirely as I lay atop of it. My efforts grow weaker and slower until finally I too am taken into a deep sleep, my loud snoring echoing out through my quiet empty home.

New Job, New Suit - Part Six

 A woman in her early forties staring back at me. I freeze up at the sight, the pale older woman matching my movements in her baggy oversized clothes. For a moment I almost feel like a can see a sparkle of joy in her eyes, a subtle reflection of Kelly's own excitement at the sight of her body.

"Oh darlin' don't we look wonderful" Kelly coos inside our head, practically purring as my eyes dart over my new face.

My mouth falls agape, my plump pink lips parting to reveal a set of pearly white teeth with some subtle coffee and wine stains marring their otherwise perfect surface. My skin stretches around my mouth, deeps laugh lines developing before I quickly close my mouth.

"I'm...you're so..." I stammer out loud, choking on my words in shock.

"It's what's on the inside the counts darlin'" Kelly says enthusiastically, practically purring as she enjoys the feeling of my youthful form inside her. "No more cracklin' joints, achin' bones, just feelin'...so good."

I stare into my own reflection as I take in more of my face. Crow's feet frame the corners of my deep green eyes, my pale blue ones having been replaced or obscured by the suit. A thick line of freckles dot over the bridge of my petite button nose, spreading out into a light dusting over my ghostly white cheeks. Kelly's face was wholesome, soft, kind, like the loving mother of a childhood friend.

As the XXL shirt I have on slips a little I notice the same smattering of freckles covering my shoulders, with a few more coating my slim hairless forearms.

"Now hon', what did I say 'bout oglin'?" Kelly playfully chides. "Come on, we gotta go 'fore someone catches us in 'ere"

I open my mouth to say something, but quickly close it. She was right, we couldn't stay much longer in the men's room of a rest stop looking like this.

"Right" I mutter, turning away from the mirror and towards the door as I rush out into the rain. I can feel my masculine stride grind against the build of my new body, my large child-bearing hips begging me to move them more with each and every step.

"Darlin' please just...let 'em move. You'll find it easier an'...well can ya do it for me?" Kelly pleads, feeling the discomfort being caused by my fighting my new form.

I don't have much time to process her request, reaching the car a few seconds after she finishes speaking. I quickly search my jeans, pulling the keys from the pocket before locking my doors and hopping inside. The rain begins to pelt down against the car, filling the cabin with a heavy rattling sound.

I take a breath as I slump in the front seat, tossing my old clothes into the passenger's seat. As I lean back into my chair I begin to nibble at my bottom lip, my wide hips and plush new behind making the old seats of my hatchback feel slightly more comfortable than I remember.

As I begin to adjust my mirrors and shuffle my chair closer to the steering wheel Kelly begins to pipe up again.

"Oh my...you're a tall one ain't ya?" she asks, riding the high of having someone so much younger than her inside her Suit.

"I...yeah...6'3"" I mumble, getting my mirrors set up.

"Ohhoney I bet you were delicious. Musta been pretty slim though, you filled me out just right" Kelly replies, chuckling to herself as I catch a glance of my new body in the rear view mirror.

I decide not to respond, instead focusing on getting the engine started and getting back on the road. As we reach the highway again I begin to tug at my seat belt, pulling it over my large breasts as I feel the strap quickly slip between them.

Kelly begins to laugh out loud in my head, causing me to frown a little.

"Don't you worry none darlin', happens all the time" she snipes. "And...hey now, don't frown! We don't want ya gettin' any more wrinkles"

As we drive into the night, the stars blanketing the sky, Kelly talks nonstop. She asks about anything and everything, talking about all manner of past anecdotes whether relevant or not and going onto all sorts of pointless tangents.

It's about two in the morning when I feel my eyes lids begin to flutter, my tiredness gripping me once again. Reaching into the back seat I'm forced to stretch a bit, patting around as I search for an iced coffee amongst my piled up possessions. As I fish it out I hear a loud gasp in my head.

"That! How many of those have you had? Did you have before...me I mean" she asks in shock, almost causing me to drop the bottle.

I begin to steer with my knee, feeling my plush thigh rub against the soft woolly fabric of my sweatpants as I open the bottle.

"I don't know? Three? Maybe Four?" I respond, taking a swig of the coffee from the bottle. The taste is completely off, the bitter taste I had enjoyed a few hours ago instead tasting terrible on my new tongue. I'm only able to keep it down as the sweet aftertaste, which I used to find revolting, slowly begins to kick in.

"Four? No wonder I'm so...so...I thought it was jus' the young blood replacin' ma old bones" she chirps in shock.

"Well...we need to get to my new work, and I don't want to sleep in the car. I mean...there isn't much room" I respond, gagging a little as I take another drink from my coffee.

"We don't need ta sleep in the car, We could just rough it out under the stars an'..." Kelly says excitedly, obviously feeling the effects of the caffeine far worse than myself.

"No! I'm not roughing it as some middle-aged...sorry...I'm just not going to rough it" I snap, sighing as I try to collect myself. I focus my eyes line of the road, refusing to look out at the countryside as a way of communicating that we were driving until we reached out destination.

"Well alright, you're the boss" Kelly says in a dejected manner. "Hey...This night reminds me of the time Craig Robinson and his sister went out to the local swimming hole an'..." Kelly begins to say, starting a whole new train of over caffeinated thought as she narrates the drive into the wee hours of the morning.

New Job, New Suit - Part Five

 "Oh darlin' this feels lovely. I feel so alive an'...Hey...can ya hear me in 'ere?" a soft melodic voice coos inside my head, the gentle drawl of their words pleasantly rousing me from my dazed state.

"I....I hear you" I croak softly, my voice sounding like a hoarse replica of the one inside my head.

"Oh thank God, 'ere I was worried ya weren't able ta hear me" the voice replies, a sigh of relief echoing out inside my skull.

As I sit in the stall, splayed out naked over the toilet, I slowly begin to shift around. My new body moves awkwardly, the sudden changes only coming to mind as I feel the differences to my own slender form.

With my head still craned back I find my vision obscured by long strands of hair, a thick mane of luscious red locks running down past my shoulders to my middle back and covering my face. I try to remove the hairs with my hand only to find my arms reacting sluggishly as they hand limp at my side.

"Well that ain't right" the voice mutters, obviously feeling my attempts to move.

"You don't say" I groan, pursing my lips as I try to blow the hair off my face. As I purse my lips I pause, running my new tongue across them as I try to map out my new body without seeing it. They feel softer and plumper than my old set, feeling like soft cushions as I run my tongue over them.

"Hey now, I know they're as soft as a Georgia peach but go easy on 'em. We don't want ya chapping them" the voice chides, chuckling a little to itself.

"No licking, got it" I mutter, returning to my feeble attempts to move and to blow my hair from my face.

"Well not 'less you're tryin' ta flirt" the voice quickly replies, laughing in a way that said there was some truth behind her words.

Groaning loudly I drag my torso forwards, slumping over on my seat as my long hair dances around my face and obscures the world even further. I feel a heavy bounce on my chest as I lean over, a sensation pulling me down as I'm forced to strain in an attempt to stay upright.

"Oh there's ma girls!" the voice chirps excitedly.

My jaw drops as I realize for the first time what this meant. The female voice in my head, the weight on my chest. "Wait...this was a girl suit?" I stammer slowly, my mind still trying to piece things together after the violent experience that was putting on the suit.

"Hey now, I'm a woman not a girl" the voice snaps back, huffing in frustration at my implication. " 'Sides, it ain't like you weren't never a...a..." the voice trails off, coming to a realization of its own.

"Oh ma God, you're a man ain't ya?" she asks, a sense of excitement evident in her tone.

"I...yeah...I am...was...you get it" I groan, dragging my heavy limp arms up onto my knees for support as I find myself getting more control over my new form.

"Well ain't that exciting, and ta think you're inside me...not ta say I ain't never had a man inside me...but..." the voice states, trailing off in an embarrassed fashion.

"Name's Kelly McDonald" the voice mutters nervously, trying to change the subject to anything but having men inside her.

"Nice to meet you Kelly, mine's Jordan" I say, wincing as I hear my new sweet voice use my name.

"Pleasure's all mine hon' " Kelly chirps. "Thanks for wakin' me up, it feels soooo good to be whole again" she coos.

Deciding to take a risk I move one of my hands from my knee, my remaining arm shaking as it supports me. I begin to move the gorgeous crimson hair from my vision, allowing me to see the pale body beneath me for the first time.

My vision is immediately filled with the sight of my new breasts, obscuring my vision of my new stomach. My eyes are glued to the large perky pale weights in front of me, subtle blue veins barely being visible beneath my skin.

"Like 'em sweetheart? 36 Double D...Don't worry none, I'll help ya with all that stuff darlin' " Kelly explains, my jaw still agape as I stare at them.

My eyes slowly move up, past my large pink areolas and thick nipples, to my plump thighs. They were pressed together, giving me a better sense of support as I rest my hand on my knee. The soft hairless skin feels so sensitive as they rub together, the plush flesh squishing up as I press them together and release. However, there was a firmness to them as the underlying muscle seemed extremely well developed.

On shaking legs I try to pull myself to my feet, my free hand pressing up against the wall of the stall as I use it for support. My bare slender feet quickly find the cement floor, the course surface making me yelp with surprise as it tickles my extremely ticklish new feet.

As I stand up I feel my unrestrained chest bounce along with a subtler jiggling on my backside. I twist my head over my shoulder, arching my back as I try to see behind me. The sight of my hips only brings one word to mind, child-bearing, as their wideness constantly threatens to bump and knock things around the stall.

My new ass is pert and full. Much like my thighs a gorgeous level of fat, giving it a plush and juicy shape rests above a well-defined musculature below.

"Sweetheart, I love how ya admiring us...but can we do that somewhere less...well 'ere, less 'ere" Kelly asks, growing uncomfortable with being naked in a men's bathroom.

"Oh...uh...sure, just let me get dressed" I stammer, sluggishly grabbing the loose-fitting clothes I had brought from the car.

The XXL shirt easily slips over my head, draping down to my thighs as I tug my long hair through the neck hole. The long sweatpants require a little more work. While they easily stretch up and over my hips I need to wait and roll up the legs to stop them from dragging.

"Fuck...how tall were you?" I ask, finishing up rolling each of the pant legs and trying to slip my smaller feet into my massive size 12 men's shoes.

"Oh 5'9" sugar, taller than most gals" Kelly chirps proudly.

I creak open the stall door, my old clothes bundled up under one arm as I peek outside to make sure the coast is clear. No one appears to be in the restroom, and I can't hear anything but the spitting of rain against the metal roof above.

I slowly pull the stall door in, creeping out around it and freezing on the spot as my eyes land on the large mirror above the sink. I nearly drop my clothes as I stare at my reflection, seeing a...

New Job, New Suit - Part Four

 "This one I guess" I say with a grimace, reaching out and grabbing a pale-skinned Suit with a thin fuzz of red hair around the head. As I pull it from the shelf it quickly unfurls, the folded latex-like material desperately resisting its compressed form.

The Suit was rather small, barely standing at four and a half feet tall as I held it in front of me. The whole thing was free of any distinguishing features beyond the extremely slight amount of hair visible against its pale complexion. A long hole runs up the back from between the legs all the way up to halfway up the head, a compromise between ease of use and maintaining the Suits physical integrity.

As I stare at the eerie Suit Matthew pulls a small device from his back pocket. It looks like a smartphone in a heavy hard case, the screen is filled with a simple-looking program with white text on a black background.

"Fantastic sir, do you mind if I take down some details?" he asks in a very professional manner, looking up and down the Suit in search of something.

"I...yeah...sure thing" I respond, my face contorting into a slight look of disgust as I fold the Suit over my arm.

"Oh sir, please let me handle that. I'll get a bag sorted" Matthew replies, seeing my discomfort and taking the Suit from me.

With the Suit in hand he heads off towards a back room beyond the showroom floor we had been talking in. As he walks off he smiles, looking down at the Suit and typing away at his little device. Slipping past the doorway and disappearing into the backroom the device chimes pleasantly, accepting whatever he was typing in.

After a minute Matthew returns, a small plain paper bag in one hand and the device in the other. With a smile still plastered across his breaded face he rushes back to me, passing me the sealed paper bag.

"Here you go, a little less...conspicuous," he says, winking at me before returning to his device. "Do you mind if I get your details as well?" he asks, glancing between me and the phone. "You know, name, address, why you decided to visit the Suit Rescue today?"

"I...oh...uh..." I mutter, fidgeting as I fish my phone from my pocket while juggling the heavy bag in my arms. "I needed to because of...this" I explain truthfully, showing Matthew the email.

A look of recognition comes across the man's face, his thumbs typing away as he nobs. "Ah, an employer requirement. We get those more often than you think, just...let...me...got it" he says, pausing as he reads something on the page and redoubles his efforts at typing.

"There we go, our system will let them know you've rescued a Suit. We don't want them to think you've cheated somehow" Matthew chuckles, slowly putting the phone away.

"Wait are you..." I begin to ask, being quickly cut off by the attendant.

"Yes sir, your name was on the email and it says your moving so we'll have your employer give us your new address. Congratulations on your new Suit sir, you're doing a wonderful thing in helping these poor people" he says, his face softening as he grows emotional.

"I...thank you...for your help Matthew" I say back nervously, digging my fingers into the paper bag.

Matthew begins to lead me back to the door, leaning in close as he pulls the door open.

"Matthew says goodbye as well" the man whispers with a subtle wink, tapping the side of his head. "Bye-bye, and thank you for visiting the Suit Rescue"

I'm in a bit of a daze as I leave the store, looking back at the tanned man for a brief moment before the door closes behind me.

"I...he was..." I stammer in the street, immediately feeling the heat of the sun returning to bake my skin. I quickly begin to return home, power walking as I try to escape the heat. I tightly grip the paper bag in my hands, a slight amount of sweat discoloring the bag as I rush home.

After around fifteen minutes I reach my old apartment, my eyes darting to the car sitting out front. It was my old hatchback, the once glossy red painted having dulled a little due to lack of washing. The backseat is piled high with boxes, filled with the things from my current home that I could take with me.

I had sold the rest already, having been wanting to get some money for the move as well as downsize due to drive cross country to get to my new home.

I head inside the old building one last time, running up the stairs and heading into my old apartment as I do one last sweep of the place. The walls are bare, the floor clear of any furniture. Dust hangs in the air as I wander through the rooms, the sun streaming in to create a nostalgic dream-like state.

I sigh as I finish up my search, finding nothing left for me to take with me. This was it, the last time I'd be here. It was a sad moment, but also a hopeful one as I remember why I had to leave. With a melancholic smile I head out, locking the door behind me and delivering the keys to maintenance for safekeeping.

I shuffle down to my car, hopping in the drives seat and depositing the paper bag in the passenger's seat. Taking a deep breath I start up the car, wanting to get some driving in as myself as some kind of pseudo-road trip. The engine roars to life, turning to a low rumble as I pull out of my parking space and out onto the road.

I'm on the open road for hours, enjoying my air-conditioned car and the pastoral view of the countryside in the warm sunlight. Music blares as I drive, taking my mind off of the plain paper bag in the passenger's seat while I sing-a-long to the tunes.

Having left in the morning I knew I could make it to my new home by the next morning if I drove through the night. With one hand on the steering wheel I pull an iced coffee from the back seat, drinking down the first of many as I start to caffeinate myself in the hopes of not having to sleep in the car halfway there.

Hours pass, the sun moving across the sky as if racing me to my new home. The once blue sky begins to turn gray as clouds begin to gather, a light spitting of rain beginning to tap at the car windows.

I squint as I look into the distance, noticing a large rest stop on the horizon over the next hill. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the coffees having hit me with an unintended but obvious side effect. I rock my hips from side to side, shaking my legs as I try to hold it in until the rest stop.

Thankfully the bright neon lights of the sign soon pass overhead as I pull into the little diner and gas station. I hop out of the car into the light rain, grabbing the bag from its seat. Pausing for a moment I look at my clothes, the tight shirt and jeans potentially being inappropriate if I were to change now.

With the rain slowly beginning to drench me I head to the trunk of the car, opening it and rummaging through my clothes. I smile softly as I find an old pair of sweat pants and a XXL t-shirt I had been given at a gaming convention and had been using as a bed shirt.

Rushing to escape the chilling rain I slam the hatchback shut and head towards the toilets. I slip into the foul-smelling men's room, finding it quiet and thankfully empty. Juggling the clothes and the bag in my arms I sprint into a stall, quickly relieving myself after the first leg of the road trip.

As I go to zip up I pause, turning behind me to lock the door. I instead tug at my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down. I'm met with the sight of my ten-inch cock, a reminder of what I was about to lose.

"Maybe...maybe I'll get a guy with an even bigger..." I stammer, trying to reassure myself as I pull my flannel shirt and black t-shirt over my head.

I feel disgusting standing naked in the bathroom, the whole situation feeling extremely awkward. I close the lid of the toilet, piling the spare clothes and the paper bag onto of the plastic lid before tearing into the bag.

Pulling the pale Suit I hold it in front of me, unsure as to how I was going to fit. With a deep breath I pull open the slit at the back, stepping in with my right leg experimentally. It's tight, extremely tight, but as I keep on the pressure I find my large meaty legs force the Suit to accommodate them. The pale Suit bulges with my leg filling it, looking like some terrible costume more than anything else.

It's hot and sweaty inside the latex feeling outfit, the heat building rapidly as I get my first leg into place. Seeing how tough yet flexible the Suit could be I begin to rush with the rest, jamming my second leg in and pulling the Suit up over my hips and waist. It's a fight to get my arms in, the tiny torso of the Suit straining as I stretch it further and further to fit my large body.

Before long I'm left with just the head remaining, a mask-like object dangling over my flat hairless pale chest. I blush a deep crimson as I look at myself, my flat and smooth latex form looking more like some weird kink outfit than a person.

With one last painful tug I pull the mask over my head, wincing as I feel the material stick to and tug at my hair. As I align the eye holes with my own I double over, a sudden sensation of being punched in the gut throwing me for a loop.

My vision fades, the world turning to splotchy shapes and faded colors as the Suit begins its work. A ringing fills my ears, the sound preventing me from noticing the loud crunching noises emanating from my body as the morphic field begins to take effect.

I lean against the wall before falling back into the toilet seat, my body being cushioned by the clothing I had placed there. The world is a daze, the first time wearing a Suit always being the worst as your body is contorted unnaturally by the strange new technology.

Slowly but surely the world begins to return, at first the noise of the rain outside slowly being followed by clarity in my vision. The pain and discomfort are gone, or at least I can no longer feel it in my dazed state.

I sit in place, trying to gather myself as my head leans back against the tank on the toilet and forcing me to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly I hear something new, a voice chiming in my head like my own inner monologue.

New Job, New Suit - Part Three

 "However, once someone wears them they can communicate mentally with the wear" Matthew explains, walking up behind me as I fiddle with the suit between my fingers. I continue to rub the tanned tight and flexible material, marveling at it in silence as I slowly register what Matthew had said.

"So they can hear your thoughts?" I ask, tilting my head as I look down the line of shelves at the masses of Suits piled up within.

"No...well...maybe" Matthew explains with a bit of a befuddled expression. "It really depends on the brand. New Beginnings' Suits are more like a costume than anything else, with the morphic field keeping you yourself for when you want to...well...be you again. The suit will allow you to hear their thoughts, but you'll need to talk for them to be able to hear you."

I nod along, weaving around the corner of the shelf and leaving the tanned suit behind. I beginning to slowly pace around the store, gazing at the pure variety of Suits. It was amazing that there were so many, though this technology had been around for quite a while. It was certainly long enough for a backlog of Suits to have been made without owners.

"So...I'll still be me then? Inside I mean" I ask, clarifying what I was asking as I inspect the shelves.

"Ye...Actually...That's complicated" Matthew mutters, frowning as he tries to work out how to phrase things without scaring me off. "New Beginnings' Suit, absolutely...but...well there's no way of knowing what is a New Beginnings' Suit and an E-Z Suit with trying them on" he explains, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"Those E-Z Suits...well...they aren't a costume. The longer they're worn the more they break down the person inside, converting them into a replica of the person they appear to be. On top of that, the longer the suit is worn the more the suit and wearer...blend? Is that the right word. The wearer starts to feel more like the suit had, though never to the point of becoming them completely" Matthew continues, quickly throwing in the last bit defensively in case he freaked me out. "This can even lead to a bit of...mental back and forth."

Matthew's eyes go wide as he realizes something. "By converting I mean you're still you! Any ailments or advanced aging the Suit had won't affect you...inside...You'll just be them at...well...your age while looking like...them at theirs" he stammers, trying to explain a complex subject in a manner that wouldn't scare me away or go over my head.

I pause mid-stride, turning to face the shorter man as my face grows pale. "So...if I get an E-Z Suit...what do I do to get out?" I ask, my heart rate picking up.

"Well...if you can get to an E-Z Suit office in time they can remove the suit, but otherwise you'll be stuck" he states, cocking his hip and placing a hand on it. "Trust me, delaying until...say...your vacation is over isn't a great option" Matthew states playfully before blushing, quickly returning to his more professional stance.

I swallow hard at the information, terrified of what could go wrong. Taking a deep breath I try to remind myself why I was doing this, the cozy position at my dream school. It was perfect, a cushy position behind the scenes helping with research and teaching along with a small apartment on campus at one of the finest institutions in the country. The only problem was this one condition, to help a Suit in need.

I continue my search up and down the aisles, inspecting Suit after Suit with my eyes and hand. I begin to notice a pattern rather quickly, my eyes scanning the room to confirm my suspicion.

"They're all so...similar" I mutter, voicing my realization. While the skin tones varied the suits all appeared practically the same, with rubbery unblemished skin and a fuzz of extremely fine hair on their head. The hair was so fine it was practically impossible to see their hair color aside from on the more pale complexions.

"That's right sir" Matthew chirps, returning to his salesman persona. "Tall or short, thick or thin, tattooed or clear skin they all turn out the same in the end. Though once they're on you'll see just how lively they can be"

"So...I have no clue who I'm..." I trail off, unable to bring myself to say the words.

"That's correct. In fact, you may not even look entirely like them" he states with a bit of a wince. "You're...rather tall...so the morphic field may have some issue fitting in some of the smaller Suits. On the flip side if your Suit was...larger than most, you might even lose a few pounds" he explains, trying to be as tactful as possible.

"So I may seem like a bit of a mix?" I ask, a little confused.

"No, no you'll be them just a little off to the untrained eye. If you're Suit is an E-Z Suit it'll fix itself in a few days" Matthew clarifies, smiling nervously as he looks down at himself for a brief moment.

"Fix...itself?" I mutter, unsure as to what he meant.

"Well...if you were...say...underweight or lacked your full...assets...you'd crave the calories necessary to match you to the Suit. On the other hand, if you need to lose mass you might sweat it out or..." he explains, trailing off as he looks for a distraction.

"Uh...so sir, have you seen a suit you like?" he chirps, hoping to move the topic onto something more positive in an effort to avoid scaring me off.

"Well...it's a blind pick right? I guess I'll take..." I mutter, trailing off as I begin to do laps up and down the shelves as I look over the samey Suits that line the aisles.

"This one I guess" I say with a grimace, reaching out and grabbing a...

New Job, New Suit - Part Two

 

Before I can finish my thought I see something out of the corner of my eye. A squat red brick building with a simple hand-painted sign in the window reading 'Suit Rescue: Find Your New You Today'. Looking both ways I rush across the street, my fannel open flannel shirt fluttering in the wind and revealing the slim fitted black tee beneath it.

Reaching the other side of the street I catch my breath, wiping the glistening sweat from my brow with my pale forearm. I take a moment to collect myself, straightening out my shirts and looking at my reflection in a nearby window as I try to prepare myself to make a good first impression.

I run my hands through my short brown hair, tidying it a bit after the brief burst of running. With a meek satisfied smile I nod to my reflection, turning away from it and heading towards the brick building a few doors down.

The windows into the Suit Rescue are obscured, blinds blocking people from seeing in beyond the sign resting on the windowsill. I purse my lips in confusion, wondering why it was like this?

"Maybe...privacy reasons" I mutter to myself in a low whisper, reaching out for the door handle and pushing it open. A little bell chimes as the large front door is opened, a small brass bell sitting above the entryway acting as an alert that a customer had arrived.

My jaw drops as I look around the room, barely able to comprehend what I was looking at. The building had obviously been refurbished, with clean white rendered walls and light polished hardwood giving the space a crisp and clean look. The building was filled with large wooden shelves, practically overflowing with neatly folded flesh-colored latex suits. They were tightly packed into the shelves, dangling out slightly as they bulged from their resting space.

"This...this is..." I mumble, struggling to take in what I was seeing.

I'm cut off by a calm soothing voice before I could finish my thought. "A lot isn't it?" the voice says, finishing my sentence for me. Out from behind one of the shelves steps a man in his mid-thirties, a scruffy blonde beard defining his rugged face. He is a little shorter than me, standing at around 6'1" with a slightly tanned complexion visible thanks to his plain white t-shirt and black shorts.

"I...yeah it is..." I reply, still ogling the shelves upon shelves of Suits.

"I'm Matthew" the man says with a warm smile, reaching out to shake my hand. "Are you here to help find one of these people a new home?"

"Jordan" I respond, reaching out to shake the man's hand. "And...yeah...I suppose I am" I explain nervously.

"Wonderful" he chirps excitedly. "Would you like to browse or..." he begins to ask, trailing off as he anticipates my answer.

I begin to walk a little further into the storefront, reaching one of the shelves. I reach out, taking a heavily tanned part of a Suit between my fingers and wincing at how real it felt.

"Can they...um..." I begin to ask, unsure if it was insensitive or not.

"They can't feel you now, not while in this state. Think of them as...sleeping" Matthew explains.

"However, once someone wears them they..."

New Job, New Suit - Part One

Walking down the street I glance from side to side, searching for the small office I needed to visit today. The sun beats down on me as I walk along the sidewalk, the only shade giving me relief being the occasional tree or awning from the large building lining the road.

Pulling my phone from the front pocket of my dark blue jeans I check the email again, reading down the instructions. I had been offered a new job, a truly dream position for a part-time lecturer like myself. However, they had asked for a weird stipulation in accepting the offer, I needed to 'adopt' a 'Suit'.

'Suits' had been around for almost a decade now thanks to the advances in technology made by two distinct companies, New Beginnings and E-Z Suits.

It was New Beginnings that made the first person into Suit, using morphic fields to reduce the individual into a hollow latex-like costume facsimile of themselves. Through their patented mass shifting technology any person who wore this Suit would become identical in appearance to the person who had become the Suit. While this made the Suits quick and easy to use and remove the cost was prohibitively expensive, mostly due to the safety measures required in preserving the wear's shape once the Suit was removed.

Due to this pricing problem a new contender stepped into the field. E-Z Suits entered into New Beginnings' monopoly with a simple business model and promise, "We are cheaper". While this allowed for almost anybody and everybody to undergo the procedure to become a Suit, it also had a steep personal price. Due to lacking the technology of New Beginnings to preserve the wearer's bodily integrity, and out of an effort to keep costs low, E-Z Suit utilized a more damaging process. The Suit's morphic field would activate once worn much like with those from New Beginnings', creating a perfect facsimile of who the Suit had once been. However, with none of the expensive safety precautions being used the wearer would slowly be ground down and reshaped into the insides of the Suit permanently, with the Suit becoming their new skin.

While this may have been a problem if dropped on purchases as a surprise E-Z Suit lauded it as a feature, making it front and center of their marketing strategy. It particularly resonated with older individuals, hearing that they could get a drastic extension on their life expectancy if worn by someone younger, and those who simply wanted for the process to be irreversible for one reason or another.

Over the years thousands of people had become suits, most of which already having plans once the process was done. Couples wanting to be closer, poor college students wanting to save on rent, people with no job prospects hoping that someone else will carry them through life, and many more.

However, many of these people failed to have any plans on the other side. Becoming a Suit as a drunken mistake, a poorly thought out dare, or maybe just having their original plan fall through when their wearer never showed up. These poor people, unable to take care of themselves, needed a place to go and so the Suit Rescue was created.

This non-profit was built mostly as a storage facility for homeless Suit's. With small nondescript offices dotting in many major cities, it was not uncommon to see these mixes between clothing stores and warehouses. The process of adopting a Suit varied from place to place, though the most common system I had heard of was simply "picking one off the rack and crossing your fingers it's a good one".

I sigh to myself as I realize what was likely going to happen once I got to the office, though I still didn't know exactly what to expect. My long legs quickly carry me down the street, my pace quickening as I redouble my efforts to find the Suit Rescue before I have a chance to change my mind.

I couldn't back down now, not when I was so close to my dream job...