You were actually enjoying being a latex goth girl. Nobody seemed to care that you were made of latex, which made life way easier. You had also managed to find a cute pair of lacy black panties, which had turned to latex, and absorbed into your skin when you put them on. You could still take them off if you wanted, which you were happy about.
No longer needing to eat, drink, sleep, use the bathroom, or breathe was very nice as well. You could still talk just fine, and had a very sexy voice. You had also decided that your new name would be 'Sam', short for 'Samantha', and had started a job at Hot Topic. The only thing you missed about your past life as a guy was having pockets, but you managed just fine using a purse.
Something you had recently discovered was that you were solid latex, which you were okay with. You were made of latex now, and you accepted it, and loved it. However, you felt... incomplete. You wanted something, but didn't know what.
You were driving home when you realized what you wanted. You wanted sex. With anyone, man or woman, you just wanted to fuck.
When you arrived home, you un-locked your phone, and texted your friend John, explaining your situation, and asking him to come over to have sex. There was a pause before you got a reply.
"Haha, very funny, I know you're joking." He replied.
"No, I'm being serious. I really was turned into a latex goth girl." You sent.
"I'm coming over anyways. If you really did turn into a hot latex goth girl, then I will fuck you lol." He sent back. You smiled, hoping he was serious about that last part.
Despite your makeup being permanent, you went to the bathroom to see if it looked good, which it did. You brushed your hair, and looked yourself over again, before flashing yourself a cute grin in the mirror. You looked sexy, and knew it. John won't be able to resist fucking you.
After about half an hour, John knocked on your door. You wasted no time, and sprinted to the door in your 7-inch heels. John did a double-take when he saw that you weren't lying in the texts.
"Woah! You really did... change into a sexy... latex... goth girl," John was looking you over, "Wha- How did this happen exactly?"
"A pair of latex boxers I found in my drawer." You explained easily.
"Okay..." John put his hand to his forehead, feeling very confused, and walked inside, "So... You said you wanted me to have sex with you?"
"Yes, I do. I really want someone to have sex with me. You just came to mind first." You answered honestly. John fell onto your couch.
"I'm... sorry, but this is too weird for me. I'm not having sex with you, it'd be too weird." John explained, still not over the fact that his best friend was now a latex goth girl.
"Why would it be weird? Am I not sexy enough?" You were disappointed. You were really hoping that John would want to, given your looks.
"Allan- Sam... It's not that, it's not that at all," He stood up, "I knew you as Allan, not as Samantha!"
"Well, why not get to know me as Samantha better, then?" You plead, "Besides, didn't you tell me how much of a latex fetish you had? Isn't the thought of having sex with a latex girl so arousing for you?"
John looked down momentarily. It seemed to be working on him.
"It is very arousing..." He replied softly, sitting down, and adjusting his boxers to hide his erection.
"So why not take advantage of this situation? It's not every day that you get to fuck a girl made of latex who wants it from you, is it?" You reached under your miniskirt, and pulled your panties down. You held them out to the side, and dropped them, before slowly walking over to John, and leaning over him, putting your cleavage in his face, "Come on, John. I'm not Allan anymore, I'm Samantha."
"I'm probably gonna regret this..." John commented under his breath before leaning in to kiss you. Your arousal had been steadily rising since John had replied to your texts that he was coming over. It was at its peak now, and you could feel it. Your juices almost dribbled down your thighs, you were so aroused.
John put his lips to your black latex ones, his tongue looking for a way into your mouth. He slowly stood up, and being a foot taller than you now, had to lean over to keep making out with you. He tried to take your dress off, but since it was part of you, he couldn't, so he just rubbed up and down your arms and back. You unbuttoned his polo, and slid it off of his muscular body.
His wasn't one of a body-builder's, but it was more than solid, and attractive enough for you. You rubbed a rubbery hand up and down it, feeling his rippling muscles under your small, delicate fingers. He rubbed up and down your slim, feminine form, feeling all of your subtle and sexy curves. He reached down to your butt, and squeezed it, which sent a shock of pleasure through your body.
With the hand that wasn't feeling you over, John had started unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. He pulled his boxers and shorts down his legs, now completely naked. You pulled away to look at his penis. It was just the right size, not too big that it wouldn't fit, but not too small that it wouldn't feel amazing. You looked back up at him, and smiled, pushing him backwards onto the couch. His member was sticking straight up, and looked very inviting.
You slowly came down on it, taking in its full length of 8 inches. You sped up quickly, bobbing up and down, sucking and licking it all the way. It felt very good, not quite as pleasurable as you imagined how it would feel in your vagina, but still good. You were really enjoying the feeling of it in your mouth, something so hard, long, and warm.
He tensed up, and you stopped. Precum leaked out, most of it getting in your mouth. It was salty, and tasted good. You didn't need to swallow it, your mouth absorbed it. You couldn't swallow anyways, you had no throat. You stood up, and John shifted so that he was long-ways on the couch.
"Actually... Let's take this to my room." You requested. John nodded and stood up. You took him by the hand to your room, and laid down the bed, legs spread, arms behind your head, pushing out your breasts. John crawled over top of you, looking deep into your latex eyes.
You smiled at each other as he slowly slid into your vagina. It felt so amazing, you gasped in surprise. If you already didn't have permanent blush on, you'd have blushed very hard. John started going in and out faster and faster, thrusting harder as he kept going. You started moaning, first softly, then loudly. Your body shook, and you moaned very loudly, as you had your first female orgasm.
The feeling washed over you like a hot wave of pure ecstasy. It lingered for a moment before receding, and washing over you again. It was better than anything you had ever experienced as Allan. It lasted longer, and felt even better. John grunted and shook a little as he came too, shooting inside of you. The feeling was very different, and very pleasurable. It was a warm and pleasant pressure, as if his very member had become liquid and was being pushed into you.
As you had climaxed, flesh colored liquid latex flowed over his member, coating it completely. John noticed this as he pulled out, and tried to flick it off, but it wouldn't come off. He looked at you, his face was one of shock and confusion.
"What the hell is this?! What did you do to me?!" He shouted. You were just as surprised as he was.
"I don't know! I didn't know that would happen!" You replied just as loud.
His erect member shrunk into his body, pulling flat between his legs. The latex spread over his thighs and butt, making his thighs more shapely and feminine. His butt expanded with his thighs in proportion, and a pink thong appeared over his flat groin. You then knew what was happening.