Wear Tina

*Paul's POV*

From its seed temptation ultimately blossomed its leaves.

“I want to be Tina,” you muttered. It was a Freudian slip.

“Interesting,” Claire teased. “Well, she’s all yours.” Claire crouched down and handed Tina’s deflated skin over to you. “I thought about Tina, because she always had an attitude problem and I’d enjoy pretending to have that same attitude. But then I thought about it some more and realized that Claire is so much cuter.” She pulled off her blouse to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, so her mammaries flashed into plain view. “A nice firm pair is always cute.” It was subtle, but you saw Claire’s hand snake under her waistband presumably to touch herself.

You looked down to see exactly what you held in your arms. The empty husk of your oldest child, now reduced to a costume for you to don. A mix of disgust, fascination, and eroticism clouded your mind. This was an evil thing to do, but it was also an enchanting opportunity. To become a young woman, no less your own daughter who you’ve raised for all 20 years of her life. You shouldn’t, but now you could finally feel what it would be like to be of the opposite gender and 20 years younger.

“How exactly do you… wear her?”

“Any number of ways, but I think the easiest would be something like this.” Claire grabbed Tina from the back and pulled the two sides of her like a bag of potato chips. The slit she made was long enough that it connected from the base of her neck to the top of her pelvic bone, or where should be her pelvis. “All you need is to slide in each foot like a boiler suit and well… the rest should come naturally. Have a seat.” On the bed, you pushed aside David’s skin to make room. “Clothes off though. It’s much more comfortable in bare skin.” So you undressed yourself, including your pants, shirt and trouser until you were naked. It was initially embarrassing standing in the nude in front of your daughter, but you reassured yourself that it was Marie who was in control.

You took a seat on David’s bedside and underwent the process. One leg in, then the other. It was like pulling on a pair of polyester leggings, the way the inside felt inhumanely smooth and even slimy. You followed that up with your arms and upper body until what was left was the head. You already had full control of Tina’s hand as it brushed away the long strands of hair that got in the way of her opening. You then shoved your masculine and strong jawline into the slit where you felt fully encased by the suit.

“Let me help you,” you heard next. A small detail, but you could’ve sworn you could feel the touch of fingers from underneath the skinsuit. Fingerprints that touched your face even though you knew you were covered in darkness. The fingers touched around your face, lining up features that felt simultaneously familiar and foreign. “How’s that?” she asked. You could finally make out the face behind the voice. Claire stood above you with her distinctly youthful smile. The freckles on her cheek glowing in the evening's twilight. “Earth to Paul. How do you feel under there?”

“Disoriented,” you spoke in Tina’s voice. You looked down at your new pair of hands. Black nail polish, just like Tina would’ve liked them. You didn’t even think about the new pair of globes below you, but they now became apparent. Tina’s curves were in your hands.

“Now what do we- ” you were interrupted by Claire’s lunge. Her body collided with yours as you fell back onto David’s bed. Your lips touched and caressed with electricity. Claire pulled back and stared deep into your eyes.

“Now we have fun the only way girls can.” She grabbed one of your breasts and squeezed. A titillating sensation and one that you’d never experience as a male. “It’s always like riding lightning the first time,” Claire said. “Let me show you something I learned in college.” She reached toward your groin and pulled apart your two legs, exposing your newly obtained vulva into the air. You watch as she lowered herself atop of you, like you’d expect in a cowgirl position. Except there was no rod to dock onto and instead both pair of lips touched and caressed.

“Ehhh,” the sensation coursed through you.

“Lay still, Paulie,” Claire instructed. Soon she was rubbing her vulvic lips against your own, sliding them together like magnets. And just like magnets, there was a current being transferred. Two lower bodies shared in the shock. You’ve never felt such a sensation except only in your imagination. How was the clitoris stimulated? How do two of them touch and share in ecstasy? All of these inquiries were asked in private and were answered in a once in a lifetime experience. In a taboo and surreal context. Here, you were encased in the body of your oldest child, while your youngest grinded against you. But deep beneath her skin was your loving wife, just as you were still your own self. If you did ever take off these costumes, you would still remember this experience. For better or for worse, experiencing lesbian sex in the bodies of your daughters was unforgettable.

“Can you feel it, honey?” You felt its arrival the moment this adventure began. “I think Claire is ready to…” You were the first to squirt. Just hearing the voice of Claire, who you knew was being possessed by her mother, brought you to a preemptive feminine climax. Like a squirt gun, you sprayed juices onto Claire’s vaginal realm. In reciprocation, Claire’s vagina squirted her own brand of juices that splashed beyond your groin and onto your lower stomach. Undoubtedly, these love juices leaked on David’s sheets, who will be surprised and confused to find his bed with the smell of two young women.

“You did great, honey.” You felt like you barely did anything, instead at the utter whims of your wife’s leading instruction. “How did it feel?”

“Revelatory.” Something indeed revealed itself to you. The charm of a woman and her virginity. The indulging of forbidden fancies. The enjoyment of your wife’s company despite her being nowhere in sight. So many emotions intertwined and related to this affair. And you felt unready to stop. “What’s next,” you asked.

“Good question. With foreplay comes the main course.” Claire stepped off of you. Without warning she inserted two fingers into your borrowed vagina.

You yelped. “Not so rough,” you retorted.

“Sorry, I just thought of something.” This was no ordinary fingering. She was clearly reaching for something. “Think for a minute about your penis, ok?” Oh how you would love to have a cock right now to shove into Claire. Except you were encased and trapped within a woman’s body. Deep beneath the layers, you knew your dick was wrestling under the flesh. Through **** and **** of will, you could possibly bring it into light. “There it is! Why hadn't I thought of it before?” From deep into your regions, she pulled out a familiar shaft that glistened in opaque, bodily fluids. It stood taut and tall, a monument and memorial to your male identity.

Claire licked it and smirked. “How many dreams have you had of this exact image?”

“Twice,” you responded.

“How devious. This isn’t a dream is it? How does her tongue feel?’

“Like a mamba swimming through the swamp. I want it to consume my dick whole.”

“As you wish, darling.” You watched Claire open her mouth like the mamba of the swamp. A maneuver you’ve seen your wife perform many times, a technique now being passed down to your daughter, who lowered herself on to your towering shaft. You felt the very innards of Claire’s mouth, between her teeth and gums and the insides of her cheeks. And that tongue still remained, constricting the girth of your meat to near suffocation.

“Haaaah,” you moaned. A woman’s orgasm was one thing, but the familiar boiling of your semen was still a welcomed sensation. You could already feel your balls prepping the launch. Holding itself back and waiting for the right moment. Claire had been practicing, or more likely Marie’s decades of knowledge was being transferred into her physical form. She looked to be enjoying having daddy’s meat in her mouth, feeding on such flesh.

The **** was too much. You exploded weeks of pent-up tension right into your daughter’s mouth. How you wanted to do so in your dreams but now you were reliving them in reality. Being underneath Tina’s skin was supplemental at best. You watched as Claire took your entire load, pulled back, and swallowed.

She pretended to savor the flavor. “Now that was tasty and delicious.”

“But I want more,” you stole the words from out of Claire’s mouth. “I want to experience it all.” Because you will never get this chance again.

“Well I know your limits Paul. You can’t possibly ejaculate so quickly after that. You need a recharge.”

“But I don’t want to wait. I want to **** it out.”

“Hmm, well that can be arranged.” Claire’s eyes panned towards the elephant in the room. You matched her eyeline. Claire picked up the discarded body of David’s, holding him by his hair. “He looks ready to enjoy some company.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” You expressed concern. “Wearing two bodies atop each other?’

“Why wouldn’t it be safe? If anything it just makes it all the sexier. Wearing two people and pretending to be them all at the same time. Are you ready?”

“Whenever you need me.”