Tranquil Tides

Malcolm turned over in bed, and bumped into something soft…and big, and warm. He couldn’t help but touch it, and as he opened his eyes he glanced at a rather thick, Venus- like overweight woman , with massive breasts and thick motherly hips. Memories from last night flooded in. Some more gaming post dinner turned into flirting turned into incredible sex with “Miranda Lawson”. And then halfway through she stopped the lovemaking session to slip into the body of his aunt to further expand Miranda’s impressive proportions. a

Malcolm lifted up the bed to glance at Miranda’s venus form, putting one hand on her thick nipples. 

“Good morning Malcolm. Did you enjoy last night?”

“Definitely, definitely. That…was something else.”

“Oh, this?” She pulled off the blanket to reveal her naked form in its entirety and lay in a seductive pose on her side “Yes, I know. Keep in mind, if you’re looking to have sex with different women you can always ask. I have quite a collection…” 

“Yeah, how many suits have you got?”

“Nuh uh, you’ll find out sometime…someday. I still have quite a few surprises for you.”

“Like my mother, don’t you?”

“Very good guess. Yes, of course I have your mom hanging in my closet so you could humiliate and use her as you’d liked. Or perhaps…you know, get even with the real her.”

Malcolm shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about her right now.”

“Fair enough. What about Auntie Annie?”

Malcolm tried to suppress a smile but failed. “Well…she has always been nice to me.”

“Very nice…as of late.” She reached behind her and lifted up the empty mask of Annie. Raven black hair, with motherly looking thick lips with bright red lipstick and a flabby jaw owing to her overweight stature. The signs of her middle age were there in the bags under her eyes but it never impeded on her beauty.

“Almost like she’s a whole different person.” Miranda stretched out the neck of the mask to a large degree and held it over her head. She dragged it over her head, yanking the mask into place. Over the period of a few seconds Miranda’s face expanded and inflated to take on Annie’s larger proportions.

The imposter of his aunt gave him a perverted look and rubbed her massive heaving tits…and then her stomach rumbled.

“I’m gonna get breakfast first.” Annie stood up and walked to one of Warren’s many wardrobes and pulled out a pair of oversized women’s underwear. After leaning over seductively she got dressed in a summer dress. She took some time to adjust her hair and then headed into the kitchen. Malcolm was there already, waiting for her.

“It’s true what they say, women take longer to get started.” He quipped. Annie gave him a playful wink. “You know me so well, Malcolm. Now sit right there while Auntie makes you some bacon and eggs to start the day.” 

She got to work preparing the simple meal, and the two of them had breakfast together. For a moment there, Annie was like her real self, upbeat and compassionate. And it was true that Warren obviously and deeply cared for him, he wouldn’t have gone to these lengths otherwise. Quietly, he was pretty sure he was in love with him even if Malcolm had to admit that he didn’t really love him back. He was a fantastic and close friend (and sex partner) but to Malcolm it just didn’t click like that.

He didn’t have a good solution for it yet, and for now at least it wasn’t needed. He’d only been living with him/her for a single day, maybe he’d figure out something later. Rome wasn’t built in a day…and neither are romances…assuming this was one.

“Deep in thought I see. Alright, fess up, what are you thinking about, nephew?”

“Yesterday.” Malcolm evaded. “My life just got turned upside down.”

“And you’d like to take a minute, just sit right there and I’ll tell you how you became the prince of a town called Bel Air.” She quipped.

Malcolm tried to keep a straight face but failed at it.

“Well, yeah.”

“I understand. Take all the time you need.” Annie put her plate aside. “We do need to talk though.”

“About what?”

“How do you feel about wearing a skinsuit and turning into a woman?”

“No thanks. I know it’s your thing but to me i don’t really care for it happening to myself. I am very happy to have sex with you when you are one but I don’t want to be one myself.”

Annie shook her finger. “That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking if you can cope with being a woman for a bit without freaking out and taking your suit off?”

“Now, why would I do that in the first place?”

She leaned forward. “Money. Pleasure. Sex. The opportunity to see lots of naked women. Fun. Sex. Fun sex and sexy fun. What I’m asking is if you can deal with it or if you’re gonna be whining about not being a guy all the time?”

“Well, it’s not for me and…”

“I know that, that’s not what I’m asking.”

“Well…”

“I can promise you that the benefits will outweigh the costs. In fact, I’ll pay you a thousand bucks right now if you get in a suit and wear it for an hour.”

“A thousand?”

“A thousand. You don’t have to do anything but wear it, and feel up your new body. Maybe wear some clothes.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Annie got up and headed into her living room. She pulled out her wallet, pulled out her purse and put a small wad of dollar bills on the table without making any comment. Malcolm stared at it, and then stared at his aunt. 

“Your next line is, I’m not gay but 1000 bucks is a 1000 bucks. Please don’t get hung up over any such things, and just try to enjoy yourself. This doesn’t change anything about who you are, it’s just a disguise and the moment you want to you can go right back to being yourself.” She pushed the money across the table and leaned back.

Malcolm glanced at it, and then pulled it close, before pushing it back slightly.

“You don’t take any photos of me, you don’t touch me, and you don’t mess around with me.”

“I promise.”

There was a pause, and then Malcolm sighed.

“No tricks.”

“Absolutely no tricks, Nephew, your auntie is a woman with a pristine reputation. Now let me get you a suit. Close the blinds, will you? Unless you want people to see you suiting up.” She gave him a teasing wink and then walked off. Malcolm glanced around and then went to work making sure all the blinds were shut tight.

Then Malcolm sat down at the kitchen table, just in time for his imposter aunt to return carrying a skinsuit and a set of clothes. A red haired woman with quite a lovely figure in the front and back, and a flawless face.

“Damn, she’s really attractive.”

“Well, why would anyone ever want to become ugly? This is Mary Brynn, one of my many identities. You can borrow her for a bit.”

“One hour, and that’s all.”

“Yes yes…” Annie put the clothes down on the table and handed the skinsuit to him. 

“You need to be naked for it.”

“Right. Okay.” He undressed, and as his erection was revealed Annie licked her lips yet kept a respectable distance. She was committed to easing him into it gently, even though she would have loved to begin messing around with him.

“Now, focus your attention on a seam, and drag your finger across the back.”

Malcolm did so, finding to his shock that it happened pretty accurately. The skin parted in two as he dragged his finger down the back of the suit and it split open.

“Now just put both your feet in it, and the suit will merge with your legs and crotch. From there you pull it over your chest, push your arms into that of the suit, and it will do the rest. And don’t bitch that it feels weird, of course it’s going to feel weird to transform into a woman.” Annie leaned back in her seat and watched the first leg move into the suit.

Malcolm pulled back the moment he felt something odd, only to pause and push in once again. His left leg became deeply encased within the suit and he could see and feel it shift and embrace him somehow. His one leg shifted, and suddenly he was somewhat off balance as Mary had slightly shorter legs then him. Lifting up the new feminine leg on the left, Malcolm dragged his finger along it feeling everything he did.

“Man…that’s…that’s…I don’t know.”

“Acceptable?”

“I guess.” Malcolm shrugged. He repeated the process with the other foot, feeling the process repeat. The rest of the suit hung in front of him, and he took a moment to pause as he could feel his dick press against the suit.

“What’s going to happen when I pull it up?”

“Your dick will simply disappear. Temporarily, and you’ll get a vagina there instead. And yes its temporary. No need to worry.”  Annie seemed quite sincere, even while continuing to finger herself.

“…fuck it.” 

In one go, Malcolm decided to smash through the rest of the process by brutally smashing his hands into the suit’s arms, heaving up the rest of her body and then pulling the mask over his own head, pushing it into place. He could feel his entire body shift in a rather uneasy way, a strange feeling enveloping his entire body. Bracing for impact he closed his eyes and waited with his arms crossed.

“Don’t be so dramatic, will you? You’ve seen me do this several times already. Besides, you’re already done.”

“What?” A feminine voice emerged from Malcolm’s mouth. It was weird and a bit unsettling.

“Welcome, Mary.” Annie remained seated and while she wanted to immediately grope the newly-created woman, she kept her distance. 

Standing there was a redheaded woman which Warren had played quite some times before, but it was different seeing someone else being her, that was for certain. D cup breasts up front, and a firm pear-shaped ass behind, with her hair falling down her face. Her voice sounded quite cute and disarming, except for her first few words being

“Holy fucking shit, dude, this is nuts.” Mary looked down, glancing down at her own breasts in awe. She let her hands over it, slowly letting them settle on top of them, finding the experience quite pleasurable. Gently, she squeezed them, once again enjoying it.

“They’re sensitive…and soft, but like, on the inside.”

Annie giggled. “Oh yeah, you should try wearing these sometimes.” She motioned at her heavy chest that she groped under her dress. “And that’s not the only thing that’s sensitive, either. Go on, touch it, you know you want to.”

“Touch what?”

Malcolm’s aunt pointed down, spreading her legs wide in front of him.

Mary glanced past her breasts, to see a grand lack of…something. He had not really, no, she had not really paid attention to the fact that she now had a vagina. A real one, and even worse, now that she thought about it, she could really feel it.

“Oh, man…”

“Whoa-man.” Annie quipped. “Go on, go on then.”

Mary positioned herself in the mirror, glancing at herself. Her flawless face, her nice tits, that ass…and that bushy, hairy vagina. Again, she first hovered over it, and then put his hand down. He pulled back right away as a pleasant tingle occurred. 

“That’s…different.”

Annie bit her lip, deliberately cutting down on the snark so as to not piss off Malcolm. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pink dildo.

“You should give this a go, might go better then trying to get it going yourself for the first time.”

 “Uh, I don’t…like..”

“Another 500, if you put it deeply inside you, and hold it there for a minute pulling it back and forth.” She reached in her purse, pulling out another wad of cash. “Take it or leave it.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting you settled into the fact that being a woman is pretty fun, even if it doesn’t turn you on. 500 dollars, right now, take it or leave it.”

Mary frowned, grumbled, and then walked over to grab the dildo. She laid down on the couch, holding the tip in front of her genitalia. Glancing to the right she could see Annie standing over her, now completely naked, teasing by groping her own massive tits and shaking her ass somewhat.

“Here goes.” Mary slid the dildo inside her, feeling it scrape against her walls, stimulating her in a way she could only describe as reverse masturbation. It was inward, rather than outward, not unlike stroking his dick. The words escaped her. She was increasing her pace, having long forgotten that she was only supposed to do it for a minute. All the while, Annie did her best to stimulate her without ever touching her, following the agreement to the letter. 

Mary was moaning, one hand masturbating with the dildo and with the other groping her tits. She had long forgotten to really object or worry about it, just enjoying the hot, pleasurable feeling of piercing her own vagina with something. More and more, harder, deeper until she came, her pussy tightening against the dildo as she let out a loud moan, heaving for breath as ecstasy rolled through her feminine body.

All the while Annie glanced down at her with a big smile on her face.

“Well then, how was that?”

Mary took a moment to recompose herself, her eyes locked on Annie’s humongous breasts.

“Pretty good, yeah.” 

“As I said, it’s really not that bad. Intimidating at first and then you forget you’re in a suit.”

“I’m not forgetting that at all!” Mary paused. “But this is fine I guess.” she pulled the dildo out, seeing it be coated in her own fluids and decided to just chuck it on the floor. 

“So, how about you and I head over to that women’s only spa, hang out, stare at some naked women, maybe get a massage…nah you definitely do need to try out a massage.

“Okay, how much are you going to pay me for that?”

Annie shook her head. “I paid you to get over your initial fears of temporarily being a woman. I’m pretty sure that worked out just fine.”

Mary crossed her arms, but had forgotten that she had cleavage and awkwardly bumped her arms into them, causing her to flinch and pull them back quickly. 

“However, I will pay for everything today if you go with me as a woman. Spa visit, dinner, I don’t know a movie or something? Depends on how the day goes, I guess. Think about it, pretty much everyone is naked there and there will be lots of hot women walking around. Just ignore the uglies and you’re good. Besides I know you’ve never had a massage and you really should try one.” 

Another pause, and then a sigh. “Aren’t people going to stare back at me as well?”

“Yes but, who cares? It’s not really you, despite you being hot, and no one knows its you underneath outside of me. Besides, free attention is one of the perks of being a hot woman.”

“Fine, but if I don’t like it we leave.”

“Deal. Oh and in case you really want to get out of a suit…only in emergencies if you want to speedrun getting out.”

Annie put her thumb on her head and pressed down for five seconds straight. Her face suddenly split in half, a split that continued downward as both halves of the skinsuit fell away to reveal a perfect recreation of Miranda Lawson underneath, completely naked as well. 

“The hell!”

“To restore the suit just put both halves together and you’re done.” Miranda lifted up the empty halves of Annie and held them against each other and they merged once again. 

“Oh…one more layer.” Miranda gave him a wink and put her thumb on the top of her head. Within five seconds her skin split in half and fell apart in two halves. Underneath was Warren, a rather standard looking hispanic guy with his blonde hair in a spiky setup. He was in most aspects rather average and had become a bit pudgy compared to when Malcolm had last seen him in his real form. He was rock hard, looking at her as he was ready to go for it, but again he resisted the urge.

“Damn, you’ve let yourself go, dude.”

“Consequence of being in skinsuits forever instead of being myself. Not that it matters, I’m gonna slip into someone else and then we’ll head out.”

“Who are you going as?”

“Oh, you’ll know her.” Another wink, and a smile. “You’d best get dressed, Mary.”

————-

Mary had struggled with her bra for a few minutes before finally getting it over with. Next was the light blue dress which was still awkward to think about wearing but at least it wasn’t awkward to put on. Still, for the guy’s guy that Malcolm was wearing a dress felt wrong in some way.

“Well…here I am. A woman. This……is…., whatever, really.” It was still weird to look in the mirror and see a hot girl standing there in a blue dress with red hair and plenty of freckles.  She touched her own breasts, and that felt okay to her. Nothing spectacular, though the masturbation was about as good as doing it as a guy. Despite this rapid change, Malcolm could feel himself tolerating this for the moment, at least. 

Now that she had gotten dressed she noticed that Warren had put down a handbag on the table. Out of curiosity Mary opened it, glancing inside to see a few women’s hygiene products including a tampon…and a wallet. Flicking it open she saw herself in an id card, as well as a driver’s licence and a credit card. 

“How the hell did he arrange that?” Mary wondered, looking over the ID to see if anything stood out at all but outside of knowing that it was fake he just couldn’t tell by any mistakes in the document. She sat down on the couch, half bracing for a false version of Malcolm’s mother to come walking in.

Yet, the woman that entered the room was someone else that Malcolm knew. Mary’s jaw dropped before she immediately went into denial.

“Nope, nope, you can’t be her, you’re nothing like her? Why did you get a suit of her, man? Yeah, I watch her streams sometimes but.”

“Hello Internet, this is Isabella Walters or IWGaming and I’m here with the latest pop culture news!” Isabelle Walters flashed her iconic double V sign at Mary. A woman in her mid 20’s with mid back blonde hair, big round glasses and blue eyes and a somewhat small mouth. She was internet famous, and while not a major steamer she had a dedicated following of people enough for her to make a living through her comfy and wholesome streams. In short, she was nothing like Warren at all.

Right now Isabella was wearing a  grey hoodie over a blue t-shirt, with denim shorts and sneakers, one of her standard streaming outfits.

“Who sent you a link to her streams though?”

“Shit.”

“And why else would I have an exact replica of her streaming room right here?” Isabelle walked over to the far end of the spacious apartment and opened the door. As she said, Mary recognized her room right away, since Malcolm had seen it many times before.

A trove of personal items in the background, the same chair, and the same custom made pink headphones handed to her by one of her fans with her name and logo on it.

“But Isabella is nothing like you!” Mary protested, in the face of the evidence. “She’s.”

“Not as kinky? Sometimes I just wanna feel cute, plus the money I get for it helps as well.” Isabelle showed off her room with pride, and Mary continued to struggle that they really could be the same person. 

“Oh and you said you wanted to see her naked sometime, well lucky you, you’re getting a spa day with Isabella! And maybe if you’re lucky, you might get to see the cute girls’ kinky side.” She gave an extremely Warren-like vibe.

“You’ve fooled me for like…a year.”

“Yeah, and? Didn’t you say you wanted to meet her sometime, and didn’t you once spend some time thinking about DMing her but never finding the courage to do so? Well, now she could be your girlfriend, if that’s the kind of girl you want, of course.” Isabelle flashed another double V sign. “If not, i’ve got others.”

“Man…this is…a mindfuck. You’re Isabella

Walters.”

“Mmhm, and I’m Warren, and I’m your aunt, and I’m Miranda and I have not even gotten started yet showing off my girls.” Isabelle walked over and grasped Mary’s breasts with a smile. “And you’re Mary, and you’re Malcolm too. Best get used to it dude, you’re a chick. Now, how about we go find ourselves some titties to stare at?”

“Isabelle would never say titties.” 

“Not on stream at least.” She groped Mary’s butt, and the two women kissed and hugged.

“Don’t worry, how about when we get back you get out of Mary and Malcolm gets to do whatever he wants with one of his most favourite streamers.”

“Did you specifically tailor her towards me?”

There was no response outside of that same old smug smile.

———-

The car drove up to the spa and the two women walked out. Mary was uncomfortable, still highly self conscious of somehow her perfect disguise being seen through. All the while Isabelle did her best to keep her comfortable and get her through the process. She handled the front desk and paid for a days stay for the both of them, all inclusive. 

During this conversation Mary observed any sign of Warren disappear underneath the cute, bubbly and positive Isabelle. Part of him had almost forgotten to be conflicted about this, so persuasive was his performance. She was chatting away with the receptionist as if she was old friends, and she clearly had been here before. Malcoln was settling on the fact that being with Warren would require getting used to this. Who else did Warren play, exactly? Was someone else he knew not real as well? 

Warren probably was not going to answer that, and thus he needed to at least keep his guard up. Or sneak around at home and find out where he keeps his other suits.

The two girls entered the changing room and both got undressed.

“Kay, Mary, listen up. This isn’t your body, but it is a sexy one so people will stare at you just like you and I are going to stare at others. No one can tell you’re actually a guy, I’ve gone to the gynaecologist several times and even he doesn’t know I’m actually just there to roleplay.”

“What?” 

“What, he gets paid so it’s no big deal. Just relax, just relax, no one knows you are a guy but me. Now come on, let’s go inside.”

Mary awkwardly followed along, fighting the instinct to cover herself. As they entered into the spa area itself Mary couldn’t help being highly distracted by all the naked women, including the streamer next to him that could not be Warren yet she was. As they sat down in a warm bath with some kind of mint aroma Mary did find herself relaxing somewhat. 

Malcolm had never even thought about anything related to a spa but he had to admit that this was pleasant. Mary leaned back, exhaled and closed her eyes, hands grabbing her boobs as she fondled herself.

“How do women even function all day without touching them?”

“You get used to it.” Isabella groped herself as well, glancing around if anyone was approaching “It becomes normal eventually though having tits remains great nevertheless. Why do you think I love being Annie so much?”

“Fair enough, fair enough.”

“Oh and in case you forgot, you have a private massage session coming up in fifteen minutes.”

“What?” Mary looked concerned. “What are you talking about?”

“Were you too distracted when I talked to the receptionist? Well that’s understandable, she was pretty fuckable. No, I wanted you to experience a full massage so I paid for one. The massage rooms are over there, you’re up in room 5. Just lie down, relax and let someone give you a good experience. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

“Right. Okay. Lying down for 30 minutes shouldn’t be hard.”

“I’ll be right here, but you should go to the room already. Sometimes they show up early and you get some extra time.”

Mary got up, feeling the water drip off her naked body. She glanced back looking at her reflection in the pool, and got distracted until Isabelle cleared her throat. 

“Right. Room five right, I’ll see you after.” 

Isabelle gave her a nod, and Mary left. It didn’t take her long to find the massage chamber. As she laid down on the massage bed she enjoyed just how soft it was. The temperature here was comfortable despite her being completely naked. In the background a calming tune arose from the speakers while Mary relaxed in the moment.

“I had no idea that this day would go like this, but here I am.”

The door opened and Mary immediately lost her cool, bolting upright to stare at the woman that entered the room. She was wearing the uniform of the spa, soft pink with two embroidered golden T’s on her chest. In her mid thirties, with a fine figure but not excessively so with red hair and only sparse freckles on her face. 

“Hi, I am Scarlett O’Hara, and you were…” she paused to recall her name. “Mary, right?”

“Oh yeah, Mary, that’s me yes, yes, that’s me.” She said awkwardly. 

“Please lie on your stomach and i shall begin your private massage “  

Mary exhaled slowly and laid down, trying to find even a tidbit of inner peace with regards to this. Yet as Scarlett stood next to her and began to massage her she found it to be quite relaxing. Moving in circles, in waves, with rhythmic tapping, rubbing and whatever else.

“Does this feel comfortable to you, ma’am?”

“Oh yeah…this is…something…really good.”

“I am now moving down to your legs, ma’am.” Scarletts hands passed over her ass rather quickly to begin messaging her legs and then working down to her feet. Every few  seconds she switched over to a different way of stimulating her, now down to the very base of her feet before working her way back to her upper back by letting her hands slide over the back of her legs and back over the ass. Moving on to her shoulders and then her sides, Scarlett moved along all over her body before once again returning to her ass for a moment.

“Okay, can you turn around please, ma’am?”

“Sure, sure.”

Mary got up a bit and rolled on her back. Glancing at Scarlett she noted to herself that she was okay with her seeing him, no, her naked. It would have been different if Malcolm had been himself, of course.

Scarlett gave her a friendly smile. “So how did this feel so far, for you? It is important to let me know if I am touching too softly or too hard.”

“It was good. No complaints.”

“Thank you. Now I will proceed with a frontal massage. Do not worry, i will be making sure to avoid your more sensitive zones, this is not such a massage and Tranquil Tides also does not offer such services.“ Scarlett put her hands on Mary’s stomach, and began to massage and stimulate it, working down her sides down to her thighs and back down to her feet. 

Mary slowly closed her eyes, almost entranced by the feeling of having someone massage her. Deftly, Scarlett worked her way upwards, sliding her hands alongside her boobs and then to her shoulders.

“Still happy with this?” 

“Oh yeah, yeah…”

“Very good. Onto the next step.”

Scarlett began rubbing Mary’s outer thighs, working inward. Accidentally she scraped one hand along Mary’s pussy, pulling back immediately once she realised it. Mary opened her eyes and stared at Scarlett, mostly confused and a bit surprised

“Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Scarlett gave her a quick nod as she moved to Mary’s shoulders, working down past her breasts which were somewhat squeezed together. Mary laid back, exhaled and closed her eyes once again. Scarlett subtly groped Mary’s breasts but there was no response.

She pulled her hands back and glared at Mary. Then she immediately struck four fingers in her pussy, getting her to fully jolt awake.

“What the fuck?”

“Wake up dummy, it was me all along.”

“Warren? The hell, m….nnghg.” Scarlett pleasured Mary’s pussy, immediately getting her worked up. 

“Don’t worry, for a client as special as you we have a very special massage routine.” Scarlett returned to being professional as she stepped to the other side of the massage board, got on her knees and immediately began to eat out Mary’s dripping wet pussy.

“Oh…man, wow, that’s, oh, oh! I, uh, uh.” Mary exhaled loudly trying to form words as Scarletts long tongue did her work in stimulating her sensitive folds, piercing surprisingly deeply inside her.

“Stop, give me a moment!” Mary squirmed somewhat, and Scarlett immediately relented. She stepped back, unzipped her outfit and showed her naked self to Mary.

“I need to know, what did you do with the real Scarlett?”

She giggled in response. “Well, time for a simple lesson. If you look the part and act the part, 90% of all people will just accept you. Scarlett doesn’t work here, I just called up the company that made their outfits and ordered one for myself. And that’s all you need to pull a con like this.”

“That’s…pretty clever.” 

“Thank you.” 

“But can you please stop showing up as different people to mess with me?”

“Okay, I will…for a while. However, as your buddy I reserve the right to mess around with you.” Scarlett stepped over to Mary and kissed her on the mouth.

“So, do you wanna have sex with me, or with Isabelle?”

“Right now…uh, you. Isabelle I’d want to do in her streaming room…with the cameras off of course.”

Scarlett gave him a glance of great approval.

“Great idea. That’s on the menu for tonight. A roleplay  of an exclusive meeting between a fan and Isabelle that leads down to passionate sex with the webcam off. Now, I’m going to show you one of the more fun tricks about these skinsuits.”

“Warren…”

“The name is Scarlett, thank you. Now just lay back and relax…well, you’re not going to be relaxing, are you?” 

Scarlett approached, licking her lips, and then slipped four fingers deep inside Mary’s exposed vagina. Mary twitched, laying back as Scarlett reached deeper and deeper inside her, folds expanding in both sides as 

“What are you doing!”

“Don’t make so much noise, let me get it out.” 

“What! What are youuuUUuuuuungh.”

Scarlett pulled back, from within Malcolm’s erection emerged, plopping out in its entirety with testicles included. Mary glanced at it in confusion.

“How the crap is that possible?”

“Oh, you haven’t yet found the fun of slipping into a woman and jacking off in a women’s bathroom. You’ll get there.” Scarlett climbed upon the  massage bed and then lowered herself down on Malcolm’s shaft. 

Mary exhaled, two sensations mixing from two sets of genitals, and the view of Scarlett riding him stimulating her further. Scarlett leaned forward, grasping Mary’s tits.

Glancing down she noticed that Mary was lost in pleasure, drooling and glancing up at her. Her hair was a mess, spread all over the place while her eyes kept locked on hers.

“You were right about me being incredibly kinky, but I am as much this as I am Isabelle, or Miranda, or Annie. I’m all of them, and all of them are me.” Scarlett repositioned herself to lean forward and kiss Mary on the lips who returned it enthusiastically. All the while Scarlett got into a proper rhythm of riding, Malcolm’s dick pulsating with joy somehow.

“Nngnh, good girl. Now cum inside this slutty fake spa attendant will you?” Scarlett squeezed both of Mary’s nipples, further pushing her to the edge. She put all her force in getting Mary/Malcolm closer until finally both of them climaxed.

The loud moans of both could be heard next door as the two tightly intertwined on the massage table, pushing their bodies against each other to share the warmth and pleasure between them. Malcolm shot his baby batter into Scarlett, while she continued to ride the one visible part of him until he was completely spent.

Slowly she climbed off his dick, lying on top of Mary and gently hugging her. Mary meanwhile laid there just catching her breath.

“What are we doing?” Mary stared up at the sky, seemingly detached from it all.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah…uh, well, the massage was good and the sex was great. Where’d you learn to give massages anyway?”

“Practice. It’s a great thing to help put people’s minds at ease and be less suspicious and so on.” Scarlett rubbed herself against Mary some more in a half relaxing and half arousing way.

“I would actually like a proper massage, if you don’t mind.”

“Gladly, ma’am. But before I continue I do need to ask you how you feel about wearing the skinsuit of a woman.”

“It’s…whatever, really.”

“That’s good enough for me.. Because you see, I’ve been working on something, and I’ll need a bit of help from you…”