Daniel Webster stared in the mirror feeling a sense of discomfort and dread. Shirtless he pressed a hand along the cold smooth silvered glass, watching as his reflected image stared back, matching his concerned look.
As he’d worked something felt..off, a sagging every so often would trip him up at work, he felt hot and sticky, but his body no longer produced sweat. Every once in a while he had ran his hand through his hair...it felt..fake..almost wig like in it’s nature.
It had been hours since then and the small signs of something wrong only grew. He felt...trapped. His clothes which were new...felt less direct to his skin, and more like they were layered. Which is what lead him here. Standing in front of a mirror, trying to find..it. The problem.
And then something caught his eye...his eyes. Slowly he leaned in staring, he leaned back as a millionthoughts rushed through is mind as he stumbled across the floor to the bathroom.
He held out his eye lids with his left index and thumb, right index gently extending and pushing slow against his eye...and stuck. And he pulled gently as he felt it.
A blue colored eye contact came free from his eye. He stared at the brown eyes that shown nearly golden in the light. Soon a second lens was placed along the rim of the bathroom sink.
His eyesight was..perfect. He shuddered as he stepped back and saw something he’d never seen before. A seam. A long line along his collar bone went down his right arm. The second seam meeting it that went up to his ear.
His breath caugth in his throat as he slowly...gently begain to feel the seam, his skin feels more and more like a high quality rubber with each touch. He felt smothered, melting, as he slowly pushed on the seam, the sealing undoing itself as his finger breached past the seam. The cold air of his apartment flooded against him uniterupted as his fingers gently touched...his own skin...His true skin.
He slowly pulled and and tugged the wig that had been his hair sliding off revealing how far the seam went, his hands pulling at the seam as he felt desperate to remove it all lest he over heat.
Every new inch of revealed skin grabbed him as he stared breathlessly at who had somehow been lurking underneat his skin…
She was beautiful.
She...she. Daniel stared at the mocha skin that had once been hidden by the pale whiteness of ‘his’ old form. Her fingers gently traced along her hips, up her sides, gently touching a nipple as she pushed up and marveled at the softness. A shiver rippled through her when it fell as she let go, watching the nipple push out slowly in hardness.
She felt the floor on her bare feet, her body moving with a grace the suit that lay across her floor had never possessed.
Fleeting, pointless ideas passed through her mind. How had this happened? Would she go back if she tried putting “him” back on….the fresh memory of the overheating made her skin crawl.
What existential thoughts lingered eventually vanished as all her thoughts eventually followed her fingers. Short perfect nails gliding slowly across the altar that was now the center of her bodies temple.
Goosebumps raised all along her form as she felt her body heat up and sizzle with the cool air of her room, the memory of her previous self drifting further and further in the ocean of this wonderful moment. Discovering her truth
Melodious moans flowed around the air of her room as she gave way to rapturous pleasure of her new flesh.
“Are you alright in there man? It sounds like theres a girl in there”
A series of lustful thoughts flashed through Danni’s head.
Well….she was undressed.
As he’d worked something felt..off, a sagging every so often would trip him up at work, he felt hot and sticky, but his body no longer produced sweat. Every once in a while he had ran his hand through his hair...it felt..fake..almost wig like in it’s nature.
It had been hours since then and the small signs of something wrong only grew. He felt...trapped. His clothes which were new...felt less direct to his skin, and more like they were layered. Which is what lead him here. Standing in front of a mirror, trying to find..it. The problem.
And then something caught his eye...his eyes. Slowly he leaned in staring, he leaned back as a millionthoughts rushed through is mind as he stumbled across the floor to the bathroom.
He held out his eye lids with his left index and thumb, right index gently extending and pushing slow against his eye...and stuck. And he pulled gently as he felt it.
A blue colored eye contact came free from his eye. He stared at the brown eyes that shown nearly golden in the light. Soon a second lens was placed along the rim of the bathroom sink.
His eyesight was..perfect. He shuddered as he stepped back and saw something he’d never seen before. A seam. A long line along his collar bone went down his right arm. The second seam meeting it that went up to his ear.
His breath caugth in his throat as he slowly...gently begain to feel the seam, his skin feels more and more like a high quality rubber with each touch. He felt smothered, melting, as he slowly pushed on the seam, the sealing undoing itself as his finger breached past the seam. The cold air of his apartment flooded against him uniterupted as his fingers gently touched...his own skin...His true skin.
He slowly pulled and and tugged the wig that had been his hair sliding off revealing how far the seam went, his hands pulling at the seam as he felt desperate to remove it all lest he over heat.
Every new inch of revealed skin grabbed him as he stared breathlessly at who had somehow been lurking underneat his skin…
She was beautiful.
She...she. Daniel stared at the mocha skin that had once been hidden by the pale whiteness of ‘his’ old form. Her fingers gently traced along her hips, up her sides, gently touching a nipple as she pushed up and marveled at the softness. A shiver rippled through her when it fell as she let go, watching the nipple push out slowly in hardness.
She felt the floor on her bare feet, her body moving with a grace the suit that lay across her floor had never possessed.
Fleeting, pointless ideas passed through her mind. How had this happened? Would she go back if she tried putting “him” back on….the fresh memory of the overheating made her skin crawl.
What existential thoughts lingered eventually vanished as all her thoughts eventually followed her fingers. Short perfect nails gliding slowly across the altar that was now the center of her bodies temple.
Goosebumps raised all along her form as she felt her body heat up and sizzle with the cool air of her room, the memory of her previous self drifting further and further in the ocean of this wonderful moment. Discovering her truth
Melodious moans flowed around the air of her room as she gave way to rapturous pleasure of her new flesh.
“Are you alright in there man? It sounds like theres a girl in there”
A series of lustful thoughts flashed through Danni’s head.
Well….she was undressed.
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This one was much more...artsy? I had a burst of inspiration a couple days ago and this happened. It's not explicit, and not totally the original idea, but I'm a firm believer in the concept that stories tell use how to write them. So here it is, and I hope you all like it.
I'd also like to thank PapaDragon for the advice on how to take this cap as well.
I'd also like to thank PapaDragon for the advice on how to take this cap as well.
I sadly do not have a source for the image.
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