Exit: latex-wearing e-girl

After the initial shock and horror, you’ve finally calmed down completely and are looking at the reflection of your transformed body. Nothing reminds you anymore of the once-overweight boy you used to be. Instead, you’re now looking at a very attractive blonde girl with a well-proportioned, sexy body in a tight, form-fitting black catsuit. You find your new look sexy and are happy with it. Of course, you could keep changing your appearance and make yourself even sexier, but based on your experience, you’re very satisfied with the current result. “Before the app makes some other ridiculous interpretation if I make another change and I end up looking somehow different from how I want to look, I’d rather stop here.” You glance at your reflection one last time as your thumb moves toward the app’s Exit button. “Not to mention that I think I look pretty good right now.” You press the button to stop making changes.

When you pressed the button, you regain complete control over your body. You feel your long blonde hair swaying gently back and forth with every tiny movement, lightly tickling your face and neck. At the same time, you feel yourself breathing normally again, your chest rising and falling with every breath, and your ample breasts stretching the skin-tight fabric of the catsuit before tightening again slightly. Somewhat in disbelief, you bring your free hand into view and examine it. It’s quite a bit smaller than your old, masculine hand—more delicate, more elegant, and with long, manicured, and polished nails. Then your gaze falls to your bust. It’s the first time you’ve seen a woman’s voluptuous curves so close up and in such vivid detail. “I wonder what it feels like?” you ask, carefully moving your hand toward your breast and finally touching it. When you finally touch it, it feels strange, but good. The catsuit’s fabric feels smooth and supple, while your breast yields slightly to the touch and you feel a faint tingling sensation. You run your hand over the curve and the smooth fabric. A soft moan escapes your lips.

“It feels good. But not as soft as everyone always says. Let's see what it's like when I unzip it.” You reach for the zipper on the catsuit (noticing that there's a separate zipper for the collar) and slowly pull it down. Bit by bit, the smooth, soft skin of your cleavage comes into view—the tight cleft between your pressed-together breasts, the tantalizing paradise of many young men. You continue pulling the zipper down slowly until you reach the highest point of your bust. There, you feel your tightly confined breasts pushing their way out with force, pulling the zipper open quite a bit further and thereby creating space and room for themselves. What comes into view are two breasts much larger than they appeared with the zipper closed. “Holy shit! They’re way bigger than they looked in the catsuit.” You gently touch them again with your hand and grin widely. “Yeah, much softer than before. Definitely something I’m going to enjoy as long as I’m a girl.”

AJust as you’re about to move your other hand toward your breasts to fondle them with both hands, you realize you’re still holding your smartphone. You glance back and forth between the smartphone and your reflection, your grin growing wider. “I should take a few pictures of myself while I’m still in this body. If I turn back, I can use them as jerk-off material.” You start taking pictures of your reflection in various poses, first while still kneeling, then standing.

After a while, you’ve collected enough photos and look through them again. As you do, you notice hundreds, if not thousands, of other photos of yourself saved on your smartphone. In many of them, you’re wearing a tight, form-fitting catsuit similar to the one you’re currently wearing. They vary in shape, cut, and color; some show more, some less of your bust and butt; some have sleeves, others long gloves; and they’re always made of shiny material and paired with high heels. All these images suggest that, in this body, you’re no longer a high school student but a sexy Latex-catsuit model. You blush intensely at some of the other images. They not only show you undressing further and baring your naked body but even hint at sexual solo acts. None of the images show explicit sexual content, but they suggest how you would pleasure yourself with your breasts and vagina or give a man a blowjob. As said, none of the pictures show the act itself, but only hint at what you’d look like in the middle of it or just before it. But for your male ego, this kind of picture is too much to handle right now. You quickly set your smartphone aside and turn away, blushing with shame. “I… um… I’d better see what other outfits I have.” With your steps a little unsteady from the unfamiliar high heels, you walk over to your new, huge closet and open it, looking for a good distraction.

After a few hours—it’s already dark outside—you find yourself in your new, spacious living room. You’re wearing a red latex catsuit, the zipper half-open, showing off your ample bust. You pose skillfully in your high heels, your hips tilted sexily to the side. You have a smile on your face, as if all of this were completely normal.

Throughout the day, you’d tried on various catsuits from your astonishingly large collection and taken photos of yourself posing in them. As you did so, you gradually got used to your new body, the skin-tight latex outfits, and the high heels… and didn’t notice how your new self was slowly but surely taking shape and overshadowing your old ego. At first, you still saw yourself as Mark Admas, a 20-year-old guy who had transformed (more or less for fun) into a sexy latex catsuit-wearing e-girl. But the more time you spent as this persona, trying on different outfits and taking photos of yourself in them, the more your new ego took over. By now, it had already solidified to the point where you see yourself as a 20-year-old girl named Marcy Adams, who has built a successful career as a latex model over the past few years. All the pictures you’ve taken of yourself in the various outfits were no longer just for you (in the highly unlikely event that you’d transform back into a boy), but for your fans on your regular... and your OnlyFans account. That’s where you post your more sexually provocative content, which you now consider normal and extremely lucrative.

So there you are, standing in the living room, ready for this year's Halloween party at your friend Jessica's apartment. "I can't wait to see what a great party Jessica has organized this year... and what she's dressing up as. I wonder if she's really going as Jessica Rabbit? She does have the perfect hot body and natural red hair, after all. So for her, it would be less of a costume and more of a normal outfit,” you say, without realizing that you, too, aren’t wearing a real costume, but one of your usual catsuits. “Of course, I could also stay home and take photos for my fans. They’d surely be happy to see me in this outfit… especially if I slowly take it off later and tease them with hot, sexy pictures.” As you think about it, you feel your nipples harden slightly and your vagina get wet. In fact, the thought of how your sexy pictures turn men on excites you. With a slightly aroused grin, you glance at your bedroom door. “Then I could also try out my new toy. It’s supposed to feel like a real, big cock in my mouth and pussy.”