First Steps

Markus opened his eyes, dazed and confused. Something had grabbed him…no, wrapped its arms around him. He looked around, his eyes locking in on her face, centimetres away from him.

The thief. The criminal. The woman who quite literally tried to steal his life. This crazy, crazy woman. This… fascinating person. And he had to admit that last night had been amazing. They’d gone at it for several rounds until Markus had been completely spent.

She was amazing. And crazy. And dangerous. He just couldn’t help but be drawn to her and this skinsuit…thing. God, he had never realised how sexy he found this disguise thing. 

She had laid her head on his chest, wrapped one arm and one leg around him and slept like that. Markus shook his head. This whole thing was insane. Crazy. And damn it, it was interesting. His regular day suddenly got turned into this…this!

He watched her sleep for a while, not yet wanting to wake her up but get some time to think about all of this. Andrea was kind of cute as she continued to sleep on top of him…while wearing Ann’s body. What would he say to her? What should he even say?

Andrea exhaled loudly and moved her head somewhat, continuing to snore. Her voluminous red hair tickled his chest quite a bit. Carefully, he tried to disentangle himself from her. Bit by bit he managed to move away until he was free, leaving her snoring on the bed. He quietly paced towards the bathroom, stopping when he spotted the empty suit of a chubby looking goth girl lying on the floor. Next to it was the empty mask of Ann, his secretary.

As if it was something dangerous he carefully picked it up, examining it closely. It really was her face, turned into an empty mask with just eye holes. He thought back to yesterday where he put on her face just to read her memories. Markus walked over to the sink and put the mask on the counter. 

Splashing some water in his face he took a moment to quickly shave away his five o clock shadow. All of this felt unreal. Fake. Like some strange author was making up crazy things on a spot.

And yet…he wanted this. Glancing at the mask of his secretary he found himself strangely drawn to the idea of becoming her…for an afternoon. Being someone else, different just for a bit. He felt confident in who he was but at the same time the idea seemed fascinating to him. 

He lifted up the mask with both hands. Its surface felt exactly like skin. Curiosity overtook him. Markus just had to try this out. Yesterday was the first attempt, and now he just had to find out what this really was like…and above all, why the idea of transforming into a woman turned him on so much. He didn’t quite get it, actually. He had never been a cross dresser, and he didn’t even think he had a fetish. 

He pulled the mask over his head, feeling it stretch with ease to conform around his face like Andrea’s had the day before pulling down further and further he closed his eyes feeling a warm and tight feeling embrace his face like someone grabbing it with both hands and then melding it into a wholly different form.

“Oh my God…” His voice shifted from male to female mid sentence. “Oh…wow.” 

Markus opened his eyes. Looking back in the mirror was his secretary’s head on top of his body. Glancing down, he could see a raging erection. “Jesus.” She/he giggled. “This is definitely…”

“Something, isn’t it?”

Markus flinched, glancing behind him to see Andrea standing there with that tell tale smirk on her face. In one movement he clawed under his neck, grabbed hold of Ann’s skin and ripped it clean off. Ann’s face parted from his. Embarrassed, he chucked the mask aside as if she hadn’t just seen him use it moments before.

She lifted it up, turning around to show him her ass as she pulled the mask over her own face and made sure it fit correctly. His secretary turned around, restored to whole once again. The only thing that allowed him to tell it wasn’t really her was the smile on her face that could best be described as…off.

They stared each other down in a bit of awkward, somewhat tense silence.

“Okay, fuck it. I’m doing it.”

“What?”

“I want to offer you a deal.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I want to hire you, as my…personal assistant.”

Ann laughed at him. “I might have stolen her body, but I’m not interested in stealing her life of being the suckup lady assistant for Mister Creneth.”

“Not like that. I…want you to suit up for me.”

She crossed her arms. “You have got to be kidding me. What the hell do you really want of me, spit it out!”

“Fine. I’m bored. Every day of my life is the damned same, every week. I go to work, get back to my mansion all alone, get food delivered, watch some tv or call up an escort. Day in, day out. Day in, day out. I considered hiring an escort as my personal assistant, but that would have stood out too much. But…if I hire you…you could play Ann for a while, until I figure out something better. You could spend the day as my secretary with benefits, and then spend the night with me as…different women.”

She observed him attentively, frowning but making no comment. 

“In return, I would let you live with me, and give you a generous allowance, and provide you with very attractive women to…become.”

“That sounds like a load of bullshit. Why the hell would I trust you in the first place?! I’m not some naive little girl that believes the golden promises you make up on the spot.”

“You tried to steal my life yesterday, I should have had you arrested. I was planning on it too.” 

Ann’s stance hardened, he could see her making her fists.

“And then, as it turned out, you were actually a lonely traumatised woman overcompensating for her small body by slipping into other people’s bodies.” Markus approached his false secretary, calmly and confidently walking over and staring her in her eyes. “I saw how you slept tonight, you practically were wrapped around me. You’re lonely, and miserable.”

“I want to help you.” He looked Ann right in the eyes. She stood still, completely frozen with emotions that she couldn’t even try to vocalise. “So that you don’t have to run any more.” He embraced her, pulling her close. “I feel so sorry for you…so please, let me help you, Andrea.”

He pulled under her neck, ripping off the mask of Ann and flicking it aside. Underneath was Andrea, her pale, freckled face seemingly on the verge of crying with big, shocked eyes.

Markus kissed her on the mouth, and she closed her eyes. Hugging her tight, pressing his body against hers the two of them embraced. In truth, Markus was doing his best to ignore all the warnings his mind came up with about not just how dangerous, insane, and morally bankrupt this whole thing may be. And yet, as he looked at how she seemed to practically melt before him…while wearing the body of his secretary. Slowly, she started to smile and for just a moment, it was genuine, sweet and loving. 

And then it easily pushed over into a wild and most definitely off-looking grin. She repositioned slightly, sliding her dripping pussy onto him. 

“Already?”

“Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard!”

“No need to swear like that.”

“Just do it!”

She began to grind herself against him, annoyed and slightly frustrated until Markus leaned into it, hot and bothered as they did it right there in the bathroom. Two times even. By the end, they showered together in a close embrace. As Markus stepped out she followed behind him in a way that was not unlike a puppy following its owner around.

He dried himself up, Andrea once again sneaking in a bit of a touch. 

“Allright…allright. Can you please get dressed, Andrea?”

“What for?”

“I need you to be presentable as my secretary for a bit.” Markus opened his walk in closed and started picking out a suit for himself to wear. After getting dressed he turned back to see his secretary wearing her clothes from the day before..except for the fact that she still had her tits out and was groping herself. He smiled at the view.

“I regularly hire escorts. Most of them are just…standard very attractive women, but I know a few that are full on surgery addicted bimbos. If I hire them for a week…that should cover it. Speaking of, who is she?”

Markus picked up the skinsuit of the goth girl that still was strewn across the floor from yesterday.

“Just some girl I ran across as I was heading to you. She seemed interesting at the time, so I lured her somewhere private and stole her body..” 

Markus was taken aback, but didn’t let her notice it. The kind of uncaring way she spoke of this woman was most definitely unsettling, as if she was merely a piece of meat.”

“You…lured her?”

“I was a handsome man at the time so it wasn’t hard. Naive people trust the attractive ones instantly, and you can play with them without issue.”

Sociopath. There it was, that word. Straight up sociopathy. A dangerous, unhinged, insane, traumatised woman. And yet, he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Above all, she was fascinating. 

“Right. Well, we need to return her to where she came from.” 

“What for?” 

“Because while I have not figured out what I’m going to do with Ann yet, I will not allow you to do something that’s basically murder. Permanently doing this to someone, that is murder.”

“Hmmph.” She shrugged. “I guess.”

“Have you ever?’

“No. I just dumped them somewhere when I was done with them. The idea of them waking up somewhere randomly was amusing.”

“Right.” Markus sighed. “Okay, so I have a list of escorts. I was thinking I should call two of them up, turn them into suits, and then you can spend the week as them…escorting me all day.” Markus winked.

Andrea nodded and smiled. “Go call the bimbo’s then. I’m looking forward to shooting and suiting as them.”

“Yeah, no.”

“What?”

“You really think I’m going to hand you the gun that you were going to use on me yesterday? What’s stopping you from shooting me and stealing my life like you planned to?” He stared her down, approaching with a determined look on his face. “You are never wielding that weapon ever again. I will hold the leverage. And in return, I’ll give you what you actually want. A place to belong.” He kissed Ann on the cheek, reaching around to grope her ass.

“It’s the way you look at me, no one has ever done that before. I will take care of you, I promise that to you. I don’t know what has come over me…but I want you. I want you to be others for me. And I want you.” He kissed Ann on the mouth, hugging and embracing her. His false secretary didn’t have a response.

“Give me a moment to make the call.”

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The limousine drove up to the front door of the mansion. Two very attractive women stepped out, confidently strutting towards the front door. They had been here before, and both were well aware of the paycheck that would come by pleasing mister Creneth. 

On the left was Serena Candy. A tall and nimble blonde haired woman with a body with curves in the right places, especially in her plump rear. She was wearing a red dress and lipstick to match with slightly a bit too much eyeshadow. Her hazel green eyes seemed to shimmer on a face that by itself already seemed perfect. What also stood out were her thick lips that perfected her bimbo look.

And on the right was Marque Castillo. A hispanic woman of a slightly thicker posture looking a bit conventional type of attractive rather than Serena’s supermodel figure, which was compensated by her massive F cup chest that swayed with every step. She wore a slightly more casual outfit then Serena existing in a tight t-shirt and jeans combo.

Markus opened the door, flanked by his assistant who took a good moment to eye up the two women. The two of them were dressed professionally, with Markus wearing an expensive looking leather jacket on top of a light blue shirt.

“Markus!” Serena walked forward with excitement and gave him a hug. “Good to see you again.” She turned towards Ann, slightly surprised to see her.

“Is she your third?”

“No, that’s my personal assistant, she will be leaving soon.” Markus winked at Ann who kept a neutral look despite the fact that she was really looking forward to this.  “Come on in, ladies, come on in.”

Marque followed inside, and shared another sweet kiss with Markus. He was well aware that all the niceties were fake as could be, and both women…well, all three of them were here for the cash. Nevertheless, it was still pleasant to have them help keep him company when he got lonely from time to time.

“So, Ann, could you give Serena something to drink in the kitchen? I think I’ll start with Marque here.” 

“Hmm, thank you for that compliment.” Marque smiled, sticking a subtle dagger in Serena’s back who ignored it. “What did you have in mind, Markus?”

“Something very special…come along with me.” He led her away from the hall, hearing the two women leave while making awkward small talk. Marque had her eyes on him and smiled. Yet when he looked in her eyes, he saw right through her. This was just another job, he was just another client, and that was all it was. 

“Turn around. Lean against the wall.”

“Of course.” As she leaned there, she jutted her ass back a bit to make it available to him. Coolly, Markus pulled out the skinsuit gun from underneath his jacket, aimed at the back of her head and fired. He had seen what the gun did to “Ann” yesterday, and still it shocked him to see Marque collapse before him into a pile of skin, hair and clothing. She didn’t even respond or react, couldn’t even make a peep as she was turned into a skinsuit.

“Jesus…” For a moment he stood there staring down at what was left of Marque. He lifted her up cautiously, looking over the skinsuit. The thought of Andrea wearing it got him excited. Hell, he was curious enough about it that he was considering trying it himself. He had never been a crossdresser, nor  did he ever doubt his masculinity…but yet the idea itself seemed to arouse him all of a sudden. For now, he filed the idea away as he slipped the gun back in his jacket and headed for the kitchen.

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Ann Summers sat down at the table, awkwardly waiting there. Markus had been gone for a few minutes now, and it was getting awkward. Without saying much, Serena had been checking out her phone after Ann had handed her a glass of wine she requested.

Markus walked in, his gaze meeting Ann’s. It was obvious to her that he was under some sort of pressure, looking somewhat tense.

“Ah, Markus.” Serena glanced at him and smiled with the same fake smile from before. “Welcome back.”

“Bit of a change of plans. I want to see the two of you make out.” 

“Really? So she’s that kind of personal assistant?” Serena grinned. “No problem.” 

Ann glanced at Markus, slightly confused but went with it anyway. The two women approached each other and embraced one another, which gave Markus enough of a window to shoot Serena. With one shot aimed at her back she collapsed forward. Ann picked up the skinsuit and lifted it up.

“Right. I’ll store the gun away, and be right back.”

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By the time Markus returned to the kitchen, Ann had disappeared. Serena sat there on her, completely naked sipping some of her wine. When she spotted him she seemed to light up with a real smile.

“Well, how do I look?” She squeezed her breasts which were at least a cup bigger than Ann’s tight. Markus focussed on her smile, seeing for the first time, a sincere (and perhaps a bit too much of a) warm look in Serena’s eyes. 

“Amazing.” Markus could feel himself get aroused. Not just because of the highly attractive (if somewhat artificial looking) woman in front of him but the fact that it was in fact someone else in disguise, transformed into her, seemed to really get him going. He noted that he must surely have some sort of never-realised fetish for this. 

Serena got up and pressed her chest against him with one hand groping his bulge. Marous blushed, giggling a little bit as their lips met. 

“How do those lips feel, Andrea?”

“All part of the package, Markus.” She turned around and bent over in front of him, spreading Serena’s thick asscheeks wide, inviting him in. “As is this.”

Quickly unzipping,  Markus slid into her with a big smile on his face

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Even though it was three in the afternoon, the two of them lay in bed, intertwined. Markus had noticed a degree of clinginess to her that was beyond anything he’d ever known. After the fifth round, Markus had enough of it for the moment, as much as he enjoyed having sex with the transformed Andrea. He was lying in bed, naked as could be with Andrea laying next to him on her side with one arm wrapped over him. Once again, Markus had made her take off both the masks of Serena and Ann to show her true face…on top of the body of a tanned bimbo.  With how naturally pale Andrea was the contrast most definitely stood out.

Markus had put on an action movie but found it difficult to concentrate with Andrea continuing to touch him, occasionally grabbing his crotch. Her intense stare continued to intrigue and slightly terrify him. 

“Okay, look, I like you, but can you just give me a moment to relax without you trying to have sex with me?”

“Fine.” With a pout of her lips she turned away from him, lying in bed.

“Thank you, dear.”

She turned back to him, confused. “What did you just call me?”

“Dear.” Markus kissed her on the nose ever so gently. “It’s a term of affection. Unless you’d prefer a different term or just your name.”

“No, I like it, keep it.”

“Sure.” Markus tried to turn back to the movie but struggled to focus. His mind was captivated by the idea of wearing one of these suits, to find out what it was like. 

“Fuck it. I’ll go get the Marque suit, I’ll be right back.”

“See you in a bit.” Andrea paused. “Dear.”

Markus nodded and left. She watched him leave, waited, and then crawled out of bed immediately looking to find the safe. It was a keypad, and she most definitely noticed Markus hitting the same button twice as he locked away the skinsuit gun. The 3 button was the most visibly touched followed by the 9 and the two.

3-3-9-2

Nothing. She frowned but tried again.

3-3-2-9

Click.

“There we go.” She pulled open the door and yanked out the skinsuit gun. To her surprise the rest of the safe was empty except for one piece of paper with some lavish gilded decoration on it. Andrea reached in and read it attentively..

“You are cordially invited to the wedding of 

MARKUS FRIDERIC CRENETH

and

ELLENORE SUZANNE ARIANA GREENGRASS

To be held on a to be determined date in the Creneth Estate in Costa Del Costa.”

She frowned, her grip on the gun tightening somewhat. Andrea was conflicted and confused, stuck between the instincts she had honed over the years learning how to run scams and steal whatever she could and a whole host of emotions that she didn’t even know she could have. She just didn’t get why Markus was nice to her. Why he was heaping sweetness on her, her being the one that tried to steal his life yesterday? Hell, they literally fought yesterday…and then made love.

Andre could have it all. The life and wealth of a billionaire, the adoration that came with influence and power, the attention…never having to put in effort for a day in her life again. Just wait till he comes back and shoot him, wear him, be him! 

But the way he spoke to her. The way he cared. No one had ever cared about her like him. She struggled to put her feelings into words when it came to him. There was this warmth that she just didn’t understand that seemed to overtake her senses when it came to Markus.

“Markus…Markus…” Andrea shook her head. Once again, she glanced at the invitation. “Maybe I could stay…for a bit more.”

She could hear footsteps approaching and made her choice. After slipping the gun and the wedding invite back inside the safe and locking it shut she rushed to get back in bed.

“Allright, Andrea, I want to try it out.” Markus had the empty suit of Marque draped over his shoulder with her clothes held in his hands. “How does it work, exactly?”

“Wait, you want to wear her?”

“Yeah. Yes I do, I want to try it! The suits…do they work for men, actually?”

“Yeah, I have layered a female form over a male one before…mainly for the trick.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll show you later. First just drag a line across the suit and think of cutting.”

Markus did as he was asked, seeing to his surprise the back of the hispanic escort  opening along the line he drew across her back. “Jesus.”

“Just climb into the hole, the rest will work on its own once you’re really inside.” Andrea approached him and motioned how to do it. “Legs in first.” 

Cautiously he fit his legs into the suit, pushing down and finding that it was an odd tight fit that seemed to strain to fit his much larger legs into it. 

“I don’t think this is going to fit, she’s smaller than me, in most ways.” Not long after he had finished speaking his legs were coated in a pleasant warm feeling as they were effortlessly compressed into Marque’s shorter ones. From his thighs down he could see a very feminine pair of legs…and feel everything they felt too.

“Oh my fucking God.” Markus could feel him get insanely aroused. A sexual thrill overpowered him as he thrust his pelvis into the suit. This time the feeling was much more intense as he pushed his erection in place behind Marque’s folds. The skin bulged uit for a moment before flattening and merging. Markus exhaled, the female sensations kicking in for the first time while at the same time his butt expanded slightly to give him much fuller hips.

Andrea glanced at it happening and smiled. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yes…yes…” he held up the suit with one hand while in the other a single finger reached for his brand new vagina. “Fucking hell, that is insanely sensitive…” 

Andrea smiled. “You’re not done yet. Fit in your arms and head, and i’ll do the rest.” Awkwardly Markus did as she asked of him, struggling to get it right. She stepped behind him and pulled the skin tight.

And then…then it was done. The suit reformed, the hole in the back disappeared and Marque had returned. Her chest expanded more and more until it was complete.

Staring down at her chest, Marque smiled as she cupped both of her imposing breasts. “Oh my God…her voice, i got her voice, oh!”

From behind, Andrea reached around to begin stroking Marque’s clit ever so gently. She almost flinched, a whole new kind of sexual pleasure spreading through her body. Marque turned around and tenderly kissed Andrea, pressing their bodies together.

“Now, let me show you that trick I was talking about.” Andrea got on her knees forcing Marque to glance down at her through her cleavage. First to tease her partner she licked her from bottom to top. The sound of Marque’s erotic sounding moans made her smile even more as she suddenly reached a whole hand into Marque’s vagina.

“Wait…what are you…what are you…” She had found what she was looking for. Grabbing hold of it and tugging it out, Markus’s rock hard erection emerged from within Marque’s folds. Stretching outwards until his testicles hung outside as well, Marque let out another erotic moan as male and female sensations merged. She could feel her pussy…and his cock mixing and merging. 

“Good.” Andrea leaned in to kiss and suck Markus’s cock before pulling back. “Now give it to me!

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By the end, even Andrea was spent and satisfied. The two of them lay in bed as Marque and Serena, catching a moment of rest. Even though both were very much through with sex for the moment, Marque couldn’t stop touching her new body, feeling it all over. She slipped out of bed and headed back to the bathroom to examine her form in the mirror. There she stood, the very attractive (if slightly plump looking) escort that visited Markus from time to time. Her hispanic woman played with her hair, cupping her heavy chest. All the while she had a big smile on her face. What stood out most about her was the fact that from her slightly darker tinted labial lips hung Markus’s cock. It seemed extremely incongruous, especially since it remained rock hard.

“How do I put…it away?” She turned to Serena who just replied with a pushing motion. She grabbed it with one hand pushing against it. Strangely enough, it seemed to slide back inside without much issue. Deeper and deeper it went until it was completely gone. Markus still had trouble believing he was Marque right now. She continued to touch her breasts, stimulate her nipples, playing with rubbing them in circles and up and down.

Serena got up, her hips swaying sensually with every step.

“You know, that’s only half the fun of being a woman. There’s still one more thing you need to try out.” In a provocative manner Serena rubbed her crotch. “But, you’re going to need a good dick for that.”

“I have a perfect one, thank you.”

“No, not like that.” Serena laid one hand on her shoulder and grasped one of Marque’s breasts. “You need to me to suit as a guy and fuck your pussy untill you’re sore.” 

Marque gasped. “That sounds…so much more sexy than I ever could have imagined. It’s all new, and all of it just turns me on more and more. But…we don’t have such a suit.”

“Clearly we should go out to a gym as these two bimbo’s, isolate a guy, suit him and stuff him in a bag.” 

Marque stared back. “That sounds like abduction.”

“Said the man walking around in the body of an escort.”

“Yeah, but we are placing these two back in a while, and all will be back to normal.”

“Oh if that’s your issue, fine, we’ll just restore the sap later.”

“And her too.” Marque motioned to the empty skinsuit of the goth girl.

“Yes yes, yes, whatever.” Serena waved dismissively. “We’ll sort that out later. First up…” She dragged a finger across Marque’s vagina “We need to catch ourselves a big guy with an even bigger cock!”

“Wait, I can’t go outside as this woman?”

“Why not. You are her. Perfectly. I’ve gone to doctor’s checkups and they really didn’t figure it out at all.”

“What did you go to the doctor for?”

“The job demanded it for insurance reasons.”

Markus raised an eyebrow. This didn’t add up, the skinsuit thief  “What job?”

“I ended up stealing the life of a junior executive named Bernard Patterman, and lived his life for a year.”

“You don’t strike me as someone who wants to put in much effort.”

“That’s why he was a great fit for me. I can’t remember actually doing work, just pretending to while schmoozing with other executives and holding speeches about efficiency and synergy. You know, your job.”

“I don’t know what kind of third rate paper mill you pretended to work at but my job is hard, stressful, and at any time I can get a call that means I gotta be  right there.” 

Serena raised her arms a bit. “Okay, okay, no need to impress me. Let’s focus on the good stuff instead. Now, tell me, do you know where we can find the nearest gym?”