30 Days (latex, male-to-futa transformation, possibly others)

Story by MaetchMan

This is just a little story that may or may not get finished depending on my mood. I wanted to try something unique with the concept of gender transformation: changed while trapped in a suit. But how much will change in this case may be a bit more unclear.

For reference, this is generally how I imagine the main character to look in the suit (only with cock, of course): http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Vanessa-Upton-Little-Girl-4-119926238

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My Life In Latex (or, 30 Days, by MaetchMan)

Ben Williams walked into his apartment with a spring in his step and a large package. Dropping everything on his bed, Ben went over to his computer and turned it on, then brought up his blog:

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Hey there, folks! Ben Williams here, and if you've been keeping up with my blog, you know that my love for dickgirls, futanari, and all things "chicks with cocks" are my master vice. So this month, I'm going to finally live my dream as part of an experiment. I managed to get a hold of some "devices" from TruFeel:

Right now, I have in this room with me the following:

*One pair of strap-on breasts (each about the size of my head).

*One strap-on dick harness with 18in. attachable dick and proportionate testicles, colored black (hollowed out to hold my own dick, of course).

*One custom-made latex morphsuit, colored black.

*One butt-cushion to fill out the thighs.

*One pair of black ballet boots with reinforced heels, raised so high that I'm essentially walking completely vertically on my tippy-toes.

*One gas-mask (w/ built-in straw).

*One corset.

*One butt plug.

*One ball-gag (breathable).

*One latex headdress.

So here's how it works: I'm going to put on the morphsuit, and underneath it is where I'm going to stuff the fake boobs, ass, and strap-on. I've cut a slit in the suit so that the fake dick can jut out of it. Since it's all underneath the morphsuit, it'll make me look like I really am a dickgirl. The mask and headdress are just for show.

I intend to leave absolutely no trace of my true identity in sight. That means all of my skin gets covered up and my voice is rendered completely mute. Food is obviously an issue, but I've managed to find a good recipe for a nutrient drink that is viscous enough for me to sip through a straw. Should the need to go arises... well, the fake dong is removable, and there should be no need to remove the butt-plug.

Once all suited up, I intend to wear it for 30 days straight (though this may change). Through college classes, home chores, and everything else, I will live like a dickgirl, outside of the constraints of this bi-gendered society. Sure, I may get my fair share of problems, but that's just what I want. Don't try to find me or ask for my name, because until the month is up, I am without any identity.

And now, the suiting...

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After turning off the computer, Ben removed all his clothing and turned to the mirror, where he paused at what he saw and frowned. He was always fairly feminine in build, though the way his muscles flexed were definitely masculine. Growing up, Ben had always been questioned about whether he was more of a man or a woman. Why be either when I can be both? was his personal response. Now, he was going to make his dream come true. Stifling a grunt, Ben rammed the butt-plug up his anus, getting a reassuring feeling of the muscles sealing itself around the rubber object. No poo for you, Mr. Williams, he told himself. And so his "transformation" began...

The harnesses went on first. Ben started with his crotch harness, stepping his legs through the panty-like fabric and pulling his penis out through the opening. He applied the strap-on breasts, corset, and butt next, followed by the mouth harness and the ball-gag. Ben had to pause for a moment to position the ball-gag so that he could breathe through it without discomfort, plus test to make sure that he could manage to drink from a straw through it. Ben then tried to speak through the gag, but all he could manage were unintelligible grunts. Perfect, Ben thought, as it offered just enough size to effectively render him mute.

The latex suit was definitely the fun part. Ben could almost feel himself orgasming as he slowly stepped into the suit and pulled it over his skin. Beneath all the latex, no one could tell that the breasts and butt were fake. Every inch of his body below his neck vanished into shiny, inky blackness, though the zipper at the back proved a little stubborn to pull up. Ben hoped it wouldn't be a problem later on. The ballet boots were promptly put on, their heavily-reinforced heels making them look like cloven hooves. Admittably, Ben had spent a couple of weeks walking around in them in preparation for this. Though initially painful, Ben slowly adjusted to the point where he could handle moderate amounts of walking at a time

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