One lonely Changeling is plucked out from right under the very nose of her Queen. Placed in an unfamiliar local, will the changeling make it? What will she do, in order to blend in and survive?
A Changeling had entered Twilight’s Castle, where she finds herself pulled out to a new and unfamiliar location. Where is she?
The Changeling instinctively camouflages herself, in order to stay undetected.
The deception fails, but she manages to stay safe out of pure luck.
How will she make it, in her new position? How will she blend in, in order to hide from the perceived threat?
Once she had made the choice; she does not have the time to change her mind, as someone enters the room in which she had just found herself. Who is she, how will she react on what she is finding in her room?
I had ended up, standing on the middle of the circular table in Princess Twilight Sparkles castle; only for the table top to light up, flooding my body with the purple light of magic.
Everything went white, permeated by the force of the light overpowering everything; the reality I had come to rely on, included. There is no escape, no way to escape what is to pass.
The next instant, I find myself on the top of a bed. I instinctively react, as the Changeling I am; attempting to take the shape of the nearest object, in the sense of any living creature I could pass up as.
Incidentally, I had turned into a full-body suit. Black is the colour coming before me, as a Changeling.
Reflexes don’t give you time to think or reflect on your situation; I had no options to consider, this full-body suit is what I had turned myself into.
I had only had the time to catch a glimpse of the surrounding, the room in which I had found myself; now I can’t see anything, so I don’t have an idea as to where I am or what I look like. Though I am fairly sure, this is not the home of a Pony. I am not in Equestria anymore.
“How did I end up here?” I ponder.
Fortunately, I did not have much time to ponder, or great over my situation; a girl enters the room, finding me where I lay prone over her bed. As luck would have it, my head is over where her pillow is resting. My feet, facing downwards..
”What a perfectly beautiful suit, she gave me!” I exclaim, as I see the full-body suit resting on top of my bed.
What a lovely surprise; I had not expected the suit today, but tomorrow at best.
The suit lay prone, as if it had no other option; even if I had no idea, this was a Changeling in disguise. How could I? I just enjoy the most thoughtful gift, for all it is worth.
Slowly, I walk over the floor; reaching the edge of my bed, extending my hands as I walk.
As I reach my bed, I place my hands on the back of the suit; black, glossy and smoother than I possibly could have been expecting. This is neither Fabric, Leather, nor Latex Rubber.
“Warm?” I gasp, as I feel the smooth surface of the back of what is now my suit.
“No zipper!” I realize; “Yet, it seems to be skin-tight all the same!” I breathe; “I will love, wearing this suit immensely!” I proclaim, for any and Everyone to hear. (Well; anyone close enough to hear me, in the privacy of my own bed room!)
I can’t help myself, caressing the smooth, warm material of the back of what is now my suit; enjoying the moment, before I can gather myself enough to lift the suit up before me. Looking at the suit, as I hold it up before me; holding it under the arm-pits, as I permit my eyes to scan over the front of my suit.
“How long does a suit last, and how do I care for it?” I ponder; “Or, her!” I correct myself, refusing to see my new suit as a mere lifeless object.
“She is warm!” I ponder.
“Hope she will like me wearing her!” I ponder; “You don’t mind, if I put you on?” I inquire, as if I had been expecting her to respond.
Well; at least, she did not protest. If she did not protest; she would not mind me, at least trying her on? Am I imagining it, or is this just wishful thinking?
I end up, caressing her shoulders for several minutes; as if I had expected her to enjoy my care, making her more willing to be worn by me. Well, why not? Either way, it feels good to me; in a strange way, I can’t quite put words on.
Slowly, I am lifting her up; turning her to face me, as if she would appreciate to see me face-to-face. Even though I know she has no face, and thus could not possibly see me.
It does not feel weird, to me; but now I imagine, seeing her nodding her approval. As if she were telling me, she was accepting me, permitting me to wear her.
Since I could not wear her backwards; I turn her face forwards; before I lift up my right foot, slowly slipping my foot into her. She eagerly swallows my foot and I continue to slide it all the way down; only to lift up my left foot, sliding it into the tight entrance in her neck.
Once I realize, I had forgotten to take my clothes off; it is already to late, too late by far. I just could not make myself slipping out, in order to take my clothes of.
I feel the liquid elasticity of her skin slowly spreading over me, my skin; as she slowly slide up my body.
“Huh??” I exclaim; as I realize what is happening, without realizing how or why.
Before I knew it, the socks find themselves on my bed; before my panties, skirt, top and blouse follow.
“Okay, that is weird!” I breathe.
My skin feels slippery and moist; as if I had been sweating, or covered with a lubricating gel. Possibly, but how and why? I have no idea. Yet, I find myself enjoying the intimate sensation.
Only a few minutes after I had started putting my suit on, I find myself covered with her tight embrace from the neck down.
“Oh, oh, ooh!” I breathe, excited.
Only, there is a faint echo; as if she was expressing herself, just half an instant after me.
I feel her warmth, now covering me, my skin; even between my toes and everywhere else.
While she is indeed skintight, she still does contract more in certain places; not that I mind, it just puts emphasis on my assets in its own way. I can’t make myself complain, as I realize that I love how she makes me feel.
While she is a deliciously glossy black, she feels as if she had been the skin I had been born with all the same. I just can’t quite put a finger on how or why. Maybe she is distracting me, a bit too much for me to focus? Not that I mind, I quite enjoy what she is doing for me. Or, to me, is it?
I don’t like complaining, even though I know it may be the best or only way on occasion. Only now, it is the wrong and the worst way to react.
While I may worry, a bit; but it does not get in the way of how I feel, or diminish these feelings in the least. Maybe, just maybe; I am worrying about how to extract myself from within the suit, or how to perform certain functions while inside
Yet, she makes me feel so good; I subconsciously project my love for her, and what she is doing for me.
While I thought I had enjoyed the feeling; the sensation of the tight, smooth Latex or Rubber covering my skin, but she permitted me to understand the depth of what I feel about it now. Even if she isn’t made out of either Latex or Rubber. She just mimics the feeling and sensation of the suit.
As exciting, as that Latex suit may have been; it can’t compare with the warmth and intimacy, of the suit I am wearing now.
What would I do without her, now as I know of her? Could I live without her? Could I let go of her, or give her up? No.
Had I never found her in my room, on my bed; I would have been blissfully ignorant, thus never knowing what I would have been missing.
One night, in the City; one night, feeling Pretty.
The day had been exciting. It had offered unexpected intimacy. Even if it is nothing more than a suit. A suit, or rather; the Changeling presenting her as the suit, I had been given. She had given herself to me, in the form of the suit I am now wearing.
I had done my best to hide my excitement, even if I am giddy. Almost, as if I had been tickled pink.
Now it is late, and I had gone to bed. Even slipping in under the quilt is exciting. She almost gave me goose bumps, just from the sensations of slipping in under the quilt.
In the end, I had fallen asleep; almost the instant, my head had hit the pillow.
Not a total loss, mind you. I need the sleep. I want to be up early, fresh as a Daisy.
But before I do anything else, I have an entire night’s worth of sleep; not to mention, the dreams during the night.
Even if I usually don’t recall my dreams, who does? This time, I will.
I enter my room, only to find the black suit on my bed. Only now; I can see her laying beside the suit, waiting for me.
Is she wearing a suit, or was she this deep black all along? I don’t know.
She is lying on my bed, with the suit between her and me; patting the quilt on my bed, as if to say she is inviting me to share the bed with her.
As I am looking at her, responding to her invitation; she is purring, in excitement. Could I blame her? Even if it makes her feel a bit Feline, in the process.
She is not Feline, by any stretch; I just find it hard to decide, if she is Equine or Insect. Maybe she is both, maybe she is neither; yet, I find her and her presence exciting. Shouldn’t I?
If this is a dream; the lines between right and wrong, is blurred. It isn’t as if I am hurting anyone. No one will ever know; this is my moment, my dream.
Dreams are Private, intimate. If this is real, or not; is it me, or is it her?
Some claim that Dreams are just made up, some say they are bits of memory yet to be processed and reconciled into one’s ego. They all say different things, and none can ever quite present the Evidence required for a definite Answer. Maybe there is no Answer to be had?
Either way, the Dream is; it is required, for one to function properly. At least, that much is reasonably well demonstrated; even if the tests and experiments were less than fair or considerate, in the first place.
Now I am just enjoying the moment, in a Dream; approaching the suit I had been given, and the Person who gave me the suit. The Changeling, who turned herself into the suit I am still wearing.
The closer I get to her, the more glossy and desirable the suit she is offering me becomes.
She had been alone, lonely; poorly fed, starving. Until now, as I am feeding her all the Love she could possibly need, in order to sustain herself.
She does not need to explain, to rationalize her action. I had been offering her my love freely and without hesitation in the first place.
Love, undiluted; untainted and pure, no hesitation or reservation.
As I take another step; I can see the suit lustrous and gleaming in the light of the room, lending the suit warmth and depth.
Her skin is smooth, as is the suit beside her. There is no blemish to the suit, or her skin.
Her form melts, as she is shifting into a form mirroring my own; she is turning into a human, as if she is becoming my Twin Sister.
I find myself delighted, excited; not because her original form was bothering me, just that I enjoy seeing her as my Twin. As my Twin, we can share moments, memories and secrets.
She is patting the bed with her outstretched hand, as if to call me to her side; inviting me to have a moment together, like sisters.
How could I mind? How could I resist her invitation? When I did not want to. I want to lie by her side. Well, why not?
As I am looking at her, I can see her black skin growing lighter and lighter; until it is my own light pink complexion. She does not wear make-up, but neither do I. Why? If you need to wear a Mask, before yourself; you know you have Issues, Problems. If you deny this, then it is even worse.
She was looking at me, throughout the entire change. She is looking at me, with excitement in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
“Your Love binds me to you!” she states.
“Whoa!!” I exclaim, as I realize the suit had fused to my skin.
I could no longer take the suit of, as it had become my skin. Yet, I do not mind; it had always been my dream, and now she had realized it. Why complain? Why Worry? Why fear? It is who I am, and what I had always wanted. Even if I had not known or understood it, at first.
Yet, the dream had arisen from the depths of my very soul. I can not quite put a finger on when or why. It is just who I am. When I saw the first image of a latex suit, I had just known that I desire it. I want and need it. Does it have to be deeper, or more too it?
First now; I realize I am breathing hard and fast, my Heart pounding in my chest. I am alive.
As I take the final step, approaching her; she slides her feet out over the side of the bed, sitting up before me.
I stand so close to her, I am almost touching her.
She is lifting up her hands towards me, gently placing her hands on my waist. Her fingers spread out, as she is gripping my body gently
“Should I?” I ponder, and she is nodding her head as if to invite me to move.
I feel her hands, her fingers sliding over my skin. Her hands are so warm, while my skin is so smooth, as if my skin had been polished latex.
She is looking up at me, with pleading eyes; “Yes, touch me!” she breathes; her voice heavy, with anticipation.
As she had urged me to, I lift my hands up towards her face; gently grasping her chin and cheeks, caressing her face with my thumbs. I look into her eyes, finding only the warmth and joy in her eyes.
As I gaze into her eyes, the sparse light is reflecting on the surface of her eyes.
The moment only lasts so long.
I feel her warm hands sliding over the smooth surface of the suit she had given me as she is pulling herself up towards me; facing me with a warm smile.
Now she is leaning forwards, pressing her lips onto mine in a gentle and loving kiss.
I feel her warm, wet lips parting; the tip of her tongue playing, caressing my parting lips for a moment of bliss.
I wake up, with a gasp.
The suit had spread further up, now covering my entire face with her light pink complexion.
“Did I wake you up?” she inquires; “You are in your bed, still!” she concludes.
“Oh!” I merely respond, calmed down by her voice.
I still feel the touch of her hands lingering. The suit offering me comfort, with the slight pressure it is applying to my skin.
As I am lifting up my hand before me; I can see the light complexion, as if I had been nude.
“You like?” she inquires, playfully teasing.
“You really are the best!” I put forth; “I love this!” I then add.
“While I could adjust the colour, you still may consider putting clothes on!” she points out.
“Oh, okay..” I respond; “but could you preserve the sense of still wearing the suit?” I inquire.
“While I can’t imitate fabric, if my life depended on it; but I could give you the experience, of wearing Panties and Top!” she concedes.
“Could you make that a tight Latex Top and Panties?” I inquire, with eager anticipation.
“The appearance of the skintight latex is within the range of my capabilities; as a matter of fact, the tighter and smoother, the easier it is for me!” she explains.
“Perfect!!” I exclaim; “That is exactly what I had been hoping for!” I then conclude.
“Then; I am a Dream come true, for you?” she inquires; “You mean to say, I am manifesting your dream in real life?” she then inquires.
“Yes.. Yes.. Yes!” I respond; permitting my excitement out, just a bit too much.
“Just don’t appear nude in public...” she prompts.
”As long as you are alone, I can give you what you need!” she concedes.
“Metallic bloody red panties?” I inquire; “..and the matching top?” I continue.
“Done, done and done..” she confirms; “I just hope I interpreted your preferences correctly, now!” she concedes.
As she is pronouncing the words; I can feel the Panties and Top taking form, spreading out and thickening into the desired garments.
Even, smooth Latex covering my bust and privates; spreading all the way out, only to stop exactly where I wanted it to.
Aside from the Panties and Top, my Skin appears to be nude; hairless and smooth, as if I had just removed each and every hair from my body.
I gasp in excitement.
“Well, who needs these pesky hairs anyway!” I ponder.
“Exactly!” she merely agrees, snickering.
“You use artificial Nail Extensions?” she now inquires.
“Only in emergencies, when I need my nails look their best!” I suggest.
“Good, good..” she agrees; “It is so much easier, to just apply the appearance of natural Nails growing to the desired shape and length!” she explains.
“Then, then..” I put forth; “you could give me the Appearance of the perfect Manicure being applied?” I inquire.
“I could..” she offers; “but only within the limits of my capabilities!” she explains; “It would just look fake, if I tried to go beyond that or what would appear artificial!” she elaborates.
“I prefer the natural appearance, over the artificial looks!” I concede.
“Since we are alone..” she puts forth; “I could experiment with your Manicure, in order to see what you would enjoy!” she suggests.
“Uhm, please do..” I respond; “just make sure to reverse it, if it does not come out just right!” I then continue; “Though you could try again, and again; until we are perfectly happy and comfortable, with the result!” I concede.
The first I notice, is how my nails starts to become glossier; even if I fail to notice, how they grow thicker and stronger as well. Then again, if it does not change anything overtly.
“Manicure!” she ponders; “Let’s have some fun and play with the limits of what she could be enjoying!” she concludes, adding the bright Cerise and highly sensitive touch pads to the tips of my fingers.
At first, I fail to notice the change; as curious as the touch pads may be, reaching from the final joint of the respective finger and all the way under the nail.
Apparently, the nail begins just after the final joint of each finger; largely covering the entire tip of the finger and reaches further out in an oval tip.
“Looking good!” I proclaim, as I see what she did with my Manicure.
Though I guess I missed the Silicone white suction cup covering the entire palm of each hand, too.
“Maybe you could help me; with my Halloween look, for the season?” I inquire.
“Of course, if you like!” she responds.
While I had not specified it, or requested it; she ended up adding the Pedicure, to my treatment. Not that I noticed it, the changes are merely superficial make-up anyway. Even if the changes will grow on me over time, with prolonged exposure.
I have only worn my suit since yesterday evening, so these changes have not had the time to make any lasting effect on me and my body.
Maybe I do smile a little bit wider, than I would have done otherwise; but even this is merely skin-deep at this point.
“You think I need an actual top and Panties under my Skirt and Blouse?” I inquire.
“Not sure..” she puts forth; “but I guess it would still be a good idea, for when you go out!” she then adds.
“Then I guess it could wait, for now!” I conclude.
With that; I pick up a fairly tight knee-long cotton skirt, stepping into it and pulling it up. Only to affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I extract a white blouse, slipping my right and left arm through the respective sleeve; before I button it up, from the first button to the last one.
I finish dressing up, by selecting a pair of knee-long white cotton socks; slipping my feet in and pulling the socks all the way up, as intended.
“There!” I proclaim; as I am walking to the door, opening it just to continue out of my room and closing the door behind myself.