There was no convincing Christine. She would not put her own suit on. ‘What happens when I take the suits off again. Won’t my DNA have changed into this fat guy? How can you be sure that I will even revert to myself?’
The alternatives she gave were that “You put the Christine suit on or we break up’
Reluctantly you took the suit.
Christina still in the fat guy costume stayed there to watch as you put the Christine suit on. You stripped naked and sat on the bed. You put your feet into the Christine legs and began to pull them up, like you were putting on a stocking. Of course you had done this before, although not with an audience. The fat dude Christine had become was standing there in front of you watching everything you did.
‘Stop staring at me’ you told him as you finished rolling up the legs. It was as if you were wearing a pair of pantyhose. The fat in your legs almost immediately redistributed. You now had your girlfriends shapely shaved legs.
‘I want to see the next bit’ he said.
You had to stand up to pull the suit up over your hips. Immediately your hips seemed to widen and within seconds the lump in your groin had disappeared. You were now smooth down below and had Christine’s neatly trimmed pubes. He actually knelt down in front of you for a closer look. ‘Does it all work normally?’ he asked.
‘Just like yours does’ you replied ‘You would urinate through your penis and can do so standing up, whereas I am now a sitter until I take the suit off’
The fat Dudes hands reached into his gown and clasped onto his fully erect penis. ‘I could fuck you’
‘Yes, but we don’t have time and besides you are gross’
‘Keep going. Don’t stop now. I want to see the rest’
You fumbled to find the arms of the suit and pushed your arms into the holes, finding the fingers. Once you had your digits in place you thrust your arms into the suit. That caused the stocking to cover your torso. You reached around to seal your back but the fat dude was already there and you could feel him fiddling with your back. You realised he must have sealed it as the breasts of the suit suddenly filled out. You were now Christine from the shoulders down.
‘Just the head to go’ you said while you still had your own voice. The suits head was dangling from your neck. It long brown hair covering the breasts you knew you now possessed. This was as far as you had gone the last time you had worn the suit.
‘Well get on with it girl. You look weird at the moment’ The fat guy had moved back to where he could see your front.
You stretched the head up and over your face and the hair fell down over your shoulders. Before you could do it yourself the former Christine had sealed the nape of your neck.
‘Wow!’ he said.
‘I guess I’m Christine now’ you said. Christine’s voice came out of your throat.
‘Let’s have sex!’ he said
‘No! Like I said you are still gross’ You realised how he was now so much bigger than you. You had shrunk to Christine’s size.
‘That’s not a nice thing to say’
‘Give me your clothes. I don’t feel comfortable being naked.
You immediately felt more comfortable once you had Christine’s panties on. You didn’t care that they were lacy. They covered your groin that’s all that mattered. You tried to put the matching bra on. In the end the fat guy showed you how to do it. He took the opportunity to feel you up. ‘Stop that!’ you scolded him.
Christine then handed you her jeans and her white t-shirt. The outfit was very tight and did not hide any of your curves. At least you were decently dressed.
She presented you with her handbag and sandals ‘I guess these are yours now. Christine’