Maria

Sam's eyes went back and forth between the different faces. His heart skipped a bit with each one. The possibilities were endless. Each one of these faces was an entirely different appearance he could wear, how could he decide?

Despite his dispositions, he found his eyes constantly going back to one face, that cute latina next to Judy. He didn't know what it was about that face, but he knew it was the one he was gonna try on.

He carefully lifted the face off the hanger, watching the mask carefully. "Maria Vasquez, 26" the label read. She was his age.

His heart nearly skipped a bit as the hanger seemed to move, revealing it also was the handle for a hidden drawer. These guys really loved their seemless doors, it seemed. In the drawer he a thin wallet, only having a driving licence, one credit card, and a note with her clothe sizes. There was also a turned off phone, but nothing to indicate just who this Maria was.

He turned the mask in his hands. The front looked like the face of a woman, but didn't feel like it to the touch. It felt like cold metal. The back was smooth and white, like the empty mask, with KLI's logo implanted on the inside of her forehead. Bellow, a small text read "SKINDEEP 2"

He turned the mask in place again, taking one last look at Maria's face. He couldn't deny there was something that made him curious about becoming a woman, especially after what he saw from Ivan. He took a deep breath, lifting the mask to his face level. Here goes nothing.

The mask started acting almost immediately. For the briefest moment he felt a burning sensation, but it was quickly replaced by the feeling of pins and needles running down his entire body. He looked down, realizing what it was he was feeling. His arms, legs, entire body, were suddenly covered by an almost transparent layer of... Something. Something that was moving on its own, settling in his skin. Nanobots, he realized. KLI were one of the most advanced companies in that field, but Sam has no idea this technology was that advanced.

The nanobots acted quickly. As soon as they covered him, they suddenly began to shift again, changing colors. He felt a painful jolt like an electric shock, and a sudden pressure all over his skin... And before he knew it, the transformation was complete. He didn't even notice his body growing slimmer and shorter, it all happened so fast. But when he looked down, the plumber uniform that was already too big for him now looked more a blanket. Did it work?

His suspicion was confirmed when he tried to look down on his body. Not because he could see anything beyond that gigantic uniform, but because several locks of dark brunette hair fell into his line of sight. His breath grew short, standing silent for a minute. It worked.

A second later, Sam was already tearing the uniform off of him, his breaths quick. He gasped when the shirt was off, confirming what he felt earlier. The tank top he wore under the branded overshirt was now much larger on him, but also tight in the chest for a very obvious reason. On his chest were now a pair a globes threatening to burst out of the top, were stuck together tightly, giving way to some generous cleavage this shirt was clearly not made for. He had breasts.

He raised a pair of feminine arms to his chest, daring not to touch them for a long moment, only to quickly convince himself, and give them a squeeze. He gasped with a voice that was not his own. A feminine voice. He has to get a mirror.

Sam grabbed the uniform and his phone, closing the hidden room behind him. He rushed back upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall, and into the bathroom he worked on earlier. He couldn't hide his excitement, even just walking felt so different. The jiggle of his chest as he walked up the stairs, the way his legs moved, how he felt lighter, how everything seemed ever so slightly bigger... There was no words to describe it. Everything felt different.

He paused right in front of the door, preparing himself for a moment before stepping in to see his reflection. His eyes met a face not his own, the face he saw on the mask, only living, breathing. She was beautiful. A thin nose, a pair of full eyebrows and lips, a sharp chin, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes to top, giving perfect contrast to her mocha skin.

The face and was crowned by a mop of curly locks of dark brunette hair, which flowed down a pair of sloped shoulders and laid to rest on a pair of boobs as big as his old body's head, crammed tightly in his top. He carefully moved his new slender hands to lift the shirt off of him, revealing Maria's body in her full glory. She was gorgeous. Her curves were perfect, the definition of an hourglass, her plump chest and somehow plumper ass connected by a tiny waist with almost an angle to it. Her curls were long, reaching down to her belly button, only further extenuating the noticable tan lines she had.

Sam took a step forward, staring at his new face just inches from the mirror. It seemed so... Real. He could see every little imperfection, every pimple scar, chafe of the lip. It wasn't just a mask, it was a real face. And it felt like one. When he touched it, it felt like it was his own skin.

Which got him thinking...

It didn't take him long to confirm his suspicions regarding his chest. His nipples were already hard with anticipation, and when he pinched them, they sent a jolt through him. It felt like cold ice running down his back, an electric spasm of pleasure... And he wanted more.

He wet his slender finger, using the moist to caress his nipples. With his left hand he was intensifying his play, but his right took a whole handful, pushing one breast against the other. A velvet moan escaped his lips, making them curl into a smile. She even sounded sexy...

He felt something build inside him the more he played. First it started in his chest, but then it moved down to his stomach, and lower yet. It wasn't hard to tell what that was, it almost mirrored male arousal, only instead of a hard-on, there was something almost mirroring it... A desire for something his male pride dare not put into words yet.

Yet for all of his verbal denial, he didn't seem to pose any physical resistance. His hand found its way downstairs, and with his right still fondling his breasts, leftie began to explore.

It was slow at first, careful and unsure. Tracing the labia, he only felt the anticipation grow. Sam told himself he wanted to feel his clit, something girls always spoke about with such desire. But instead, his finger found a different route, and started pushing itself inside. "Holy-" he gasped, suddenly his breaths growing very short and hesitant. He only put on the top a first, but Maria's pussy seemed to envelope it. It was aching, begging him for more...

And he complied.

Something between a gasp and moan filled the air, and Sam felt a growing pressure inside him. His finger was entirely enveloped in Maria's pussy, and it just felt so... Perfect.

He pulled it out, cocking his head with a bounce of his frizzely hair. The pressure inside him slowly grew with each push and pull, always wanting more. He raised his speed, the moans escaping his feminine lips no longer quite rare.

"Fuck me!" Maria's voice yelled. He was nearly there, but it still wasn't enough. Without hesitation, he pushed a second finger inside. "Fuck, I want... I want... D..." Before that sentence could be done and take with it the last remnants of his masculinity, he reached the peak. It felt so different, so... Encompassing. It wasn't just a quick shudder gone with a spout of his dick, it flowed through his entire body, lasting an eternity more. He spasmed with each moan, which soon turned into soft, quick breaths, laying there in the afterglow of it all.