SEVENTH ENCOUNTER

It was Saturday morning, a week after I got the doll. I’d hit up Discord and was talking to my IRL buddy Richard about playing some Age of Empires tonight with the rest of the Discord group that I hung out with. Two minutes later, I got a call from an anonymous source, and while I was waiting for a crappy robo scam to start it was instead a female voice that I didn’t recognize. 

“You might want to cancel that.”

“Who is this?” 

“Santa Claus.” 

“Ah. Today’s the day, then.”  I responded in a dry tone. 

“Yeah. I’m sending a taxi over to pick you up in a bit for a day out.” 

“A taxi, even?” 

“And bring an empty backpack.” 

“What?” 

The connection ended, and I let out a bit of a sigh, trying to think about whatever or whoever she would show up next. I handed a quick excuse to my group of online friends and Richard, and then got dressed for the day, making sure I’d got everything with me as well as the empty backpack that she needed for some reason. Thirty minutes later, I got a knock on the door, and some guy was standing there with a yellow taxi.

“Taxi for Steven Standheim.” 

“Yep, that’s me, where to exactly?”

“Arundel Mills.” I was surprised to hear that name, the name of the biggest mall in Baltimore, about an hour’s drive away. “Fare has already been paid.” 

“Ah…right, okay, that’s good. Sure.”   I got in the cab and sat down, calmly waiting as I got driven to one of the biggest, most expensive malls around, waiting to see what Entity had in store now. The cab stopped in front of the large complex with the hotel and casino building right next to it and I got out, closing the door behind me and entering the mall complex filled with stores that were mundane, with also a definitive section in expensive clothing and electronics and other luxury goods.  This wasn’t really my kind of place; I was more down-to-earth and didn’t really think about shopping.  I strolled through the Mall for ten minutes, looking at which of the many, many different women would suddenly reveal themselves to be a total fake.

I was expecting many things…many different people…but no, I did not expect that. I heard my name being called by an unknown voice that sounded rather upbeat. Turning my head, I laid eyes on a redheaded woman dressed in a green sundress carrying an expensive-looking purse. She ran towards me and stopped, kissing me on the lips. “There you are, I missed you so much, were you able to find the thing you were looking for?” 

“Uh, I paused, looking at the woman before me with the pale face with plenty of freckles and her emerald green eyes. “Who are you?” 

She laughed, letting out a cute chuckle. “ Oh, you, Silly, I’m Becky Standheim, your wife, duh!” 

“My wife.” I stuttered as she grabbed my hand sweetly. “My wife…oh, yeah, right. Right.” 

“Yep! You said you wanted something more or maybe that’s not exactly what you wanted, but this is what you get! We’re married, and of course.”  She motioned at her stomach, and now my eyes fell on the detail I had missed. Sure, I stared quickly at her fine, pristine ass and breasts that looked to be about E cup-sized, maybe one more, I wasn’t exactly sure.  Becky was very attractive for sure, but only now did the realization drop that she also was…very, very pregnant. A pregnant belly looking to easily be 8 months in.

“Oh, yeah, you’re the father, and we’re gonna call him Steven Junior.” 

“Whatthefuck.” 

“Tadaa, you got your wish, aren’t you happy?” 

“Whatthefuuuuck.”  I muttered again in disbelief. Becky’s face clouded quickly with concern which, right after, revealed itself to be faked. “Is this not what you wanted? Oh well, too bad, roll with it since you’re getting yourself a wholesome girlfriend and wife!”  Becky kissed me on the cheek and affectionately grabbed my hand and I couldn’t help but look at her fake pregnant belly…

“You’re my wife,”  I said in disbelief, moreso trying to make sure I somehow hadn’t misheard.

“Always have been.”  She gaslit me to my face, her voice filled with affection while she seemed to shower me with a kind of warmth that was infectious, even when I, unlike everyone in this place, knew the truth about the cheery pregnant woman that stood right next to me, giving off vibes of pure love and wholesomeness all based upon nothing. 

“Look, Betsy.”

“Becky.”

“Becky, this isn’t what I signed up for.” 

The veil of cute innocence dropped for a short moment as the vibes went utterly frigid, her stare hardening for a moment into one that seemed to directly pierce into my soul. 

“And?”

 Right after, it was back as if nothing had changed, and she stared at me in a way that radiated love.

I paused for a second, not sure how to respond. “Look, this place is pretty expensive, not just overpriced but just in general it’s…, if you’re intending to go shopping, it’s not really going to work out.” 

“Oh don’t be silly, Stevee.” She chuckled.  “I’m the one who’s going to pay for everything today so you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride…and play along.” Her hand slipped in her purse, and she pulled out a credit card, which she waved in my face before putting it back in place.

I thought about it for a second, but Entity had never really wanted to harm me…well, the one thing with the bar hurt, but outside of that, yeah, if I didn’t end up broke by the end of the day I was more than happy to go shopping in an overpriced mall with my… fake pregnant wife.

“Good.” She grabbed my hand and gently took me along. I checked out my wife, glancing at her tits and then at her fine ass.  Things were different from what I expected, but then again, when could I really predict anything that Entity was about to do or who it was going to show up as. I shrugged and just went along with it without much of a second thought. 

We went into some pricy-looking baby store, and she was in her element, performing her role of cute pregnant girl to a tee, being sweet and a little bit out of her element by the fact that she was so close to being a mother, with it seeming like an impressive task for her (that never was going to happen). I did my best to back her up and play my role as the husband and father in waiting, but it was mainly her taking the lead impressively, where I didn’t really have to do toomuch, it all seemed quite natural.

Watching her interact with the salespeople (who seemed to intend to push a ton of expensive gear on her and she bought it all without thinking twice which I was sure was some sort of IRL shitpost) it was really impressive to see her make it all up on the fly and yet make it all seem so natural and real to anyone who didn’t know. To my relief, Becky did indeed pull out her credit card and paid for the overpriced baby stuff that she was buying as roleplay. It was absurd, it was…crazy, but you’ve heard that before at this point. Everything she did was unhinged,  to say the least, and I was just along for the rollercoaster ride. If it had just stayed at this, well, it would have been fine, but I kind of was lulled into a false sense of security. Of course, it didn’t stay at that…but that escalation comes later, right now, more shopping with my wife!

After she’d paid, I was left carrying two bags with her publicly going for “Oh, but Steevie, pregnant women shouldn’t carry so much, right? It might hurt the baby and such because of stretching the pelvis and all..” She gave me a cute, oblivious smile which would have fooled anyone, no, everyone in the world except for me. To me, it was clear that she was trolling me by making me carry the bags for her. 

I was slightly frustrated by that, but just sucked it up as  I followed “ my wife” to a clothing store where she took plenty of time shopping for clothes…for her fake body, which I would also have to carry around as well!  She did this in a steady continuation of “innocent, cute woman trolls the one person who knows the truth”  while also showing off her skills in lying, improvisation, and manipulating the truth to fit whatever story she was trying to tell.

For example, she was gossiping to a female sales associate about our lives and plans (all lies, of course) and how we’d met and our friend group, effortlessly fabricating a story about how mom didn’t like her at first until she made her own homemade BBQ sauce and brought it over to show her cooking skills. In all of this, I was committed to playing her wingman as Entity requested, backing up her stories or even adding some details to them that fit in.. After what seemed like an hour of this, she selected a few dresses and left me waiting.  Moments later, she came out in a different dress, a blue one with some decorative sparkles.

“Does this dress make my ass look fat?” She said the joke line with a lot of (fake) sincerity.

I glanced around to see if no one was within hearing distance before answering very bluntly in a retort. “ Yes, you look incredibly fat and bloated in that, like a dump truck.” 

“Good, that’s the intention.”  She groped her tits and bit her lips, gauging my response to that.  “A fat, bloated, big tiddy airhead mom is exactly what I want to be right now. Now come along, Steevie.”  She motioned at me, and I put the bags down at my side. I will admit that I didn’t predict what was about to happen when she led me into the changing stall, just blindly obeying orders until she yanked the flap shut and began kissing me, pressing her belly and tits against me while one of her hands immediately reached for my cock. Sneaking underneath my pants, she began to massage my rapidly growing erection.

“MMmfmffmmohmygod, Entity, we’re in public, we are in public, and there’s just a single screen between us and the rest of the world.

“Be quiet then.”  

“My” “ Pregnant”  “Wife” got on her knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my pecker, using it to slap herself across the face before wrapping both of her lips around it. Becky was amazing, as Entity always was, working her tongue and lips and whole mouth to pleasure me, her red hair all wild and all over the place while I did my best to keep any noises to a minimum. All the while, while pleasure was rocking my body, I was just concerned over getting caught, followed by public exposure and humiliation.  At the same time, I wasn’t going to walk away from a blowjob.

And then, I couldn’t walk away at all. Could barely breathe, even as the changing screen was pulled open and the same attendant stared gobsmacked at us in utter disbelief.

Becky did not skip a beat in the slightest, pulling back and spitting out some of my precum on the floor. “I will give you five hundred dollars cash right now if you turn around and let me and my loving husband complete this.”  Without waiting, she reached in her wallet, grabbed the cash, and held it out to the utterly flabbergasted woman…who then glanced at the money, took it, and walked away. 

“WTF!” was about all I could utter in that moment as Becky pulled the screen closed and went right back to what felt like a relentless assault on my rock-hard erection, pushing and working and bobbing until I climaxed down her throat, which she took in with ease. It was amazing, wonderful, and honestly, one of the major reasons why I put up with this. At the same time, I was kind of getting excited by seeing whatever she would pull off next.

And just like that, she swallowed and got back up, shoving my dick back into my pants and then got back to trying out new dresses. She motioned for me to leave, and I did, stepping out to see the judging stare of the attendant from across the room. Awkwardly, I just smiled and waved at her, not really able to do much else than that as my cheeks were a burning shade of red. 

Not too long after, “my wife”  emerged from the changing room wearing a new dress. “How do I look?” 

“Lovely.” 

“Great! I’m buying this one and the other one!” 

With a cute smile on her face she headed back, and I watched her ass sway for a moment before it was out of sight again. Moments later, we headed to the front of the establishment and she paid for the dresses, leaving another 50 dollar tip without leaving any comment.

So there I left the store, following my wife, now carrying three bags…waiting for her to pick up the fourth in the next store. “I can’t believe you’re spending this much money on a baby that doesn’t exist, and clothes for a form you and I know you’re not going to stay as for too long. Why would you do this?” 

“One, let’s not say it that publicly, Steevie, and two, I’m rich, why would I possibly care? Is this your way of saying you want some money, Steevie?”  She winked at me.

“What? Look, no, the..” 

She glanced around, took my hand and pulled me to a nearby Apple store. “Okidoki, Steevie, you pick anything you’d like, except for a Samsung phone; they don’t have those here.” Becky giggled a bit too hard at her own joke. “And I will pay for it.” 

“Really?” 

“Really, really, husband!”  Another wink and a smile, but I wasn’t going to argue if it meant I got an expensive phone out of it.

I put her word to the test…and she kept it. I grabbed the most expensive phone I could find, an Iphone 16 Pro for 1999$ with a bunch of extras on top, with me picking every tidbit and bonus to jack up the price for “my wife”  even more. 

And then she just paid it with her credit card, smiling at me with a sense of pure smugness.

“I’d gladly pay this for you, Steevie, because not only are you the father of my child, but you’re also the best lover in the world.” The way she emphasized it loudly in public was weird, but who was going to really challenge this innocent-looking pregnant woman on that? 

I was still in the middle of checking out stuff on my phone when Becky dragged me to the food court, where the two of us calmly sat down and ate dinner while I checked out my brand new phone. 

“Thank you…”  I said with a smile on my face

“No problem, Steevie. Anything for my husband to be happy!” She gave me a wink and I kind of felt bad…because I liked her. Yeah, the fake woman with the fake charm doing an elaborate public roleplay as a faux pregnant woman…it was hard for me, the only one who knew the truth about her, not to be charmed by Becky’s vibrant, upbeat personality.  She just gave me these cute smiles in between eating and all that, in a way that I kind of have noticed more shifting from innocence to smugness. 

“So, Steven, are you ready?”  She said out of the blue.

“What are you doing?”  I raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ready for the next step?” 

“Becky, please, I’m enjoying the moment. It’s rather wholesome. You’re doing a damned good job at this, and I’ve not finished eating yet.” 

“Five minutes.” She pulled out her phone and put a timer on, and we carried on chatting and drinking nonalcoholic drinks while the timer ran down. She occasionally glanced at it, slipping in and out of her Becky persona through the way she looked. More than just a mask and…suit that could turn her into anyone, it into anyone, it was this intense high level of mimicry, of subtle changes to movement, and the way she could seemingly that anything

As the time ran out and the alarm sounded, I glanced at her. “So, Becky, my love, what store would you want to go to next?” 

Entity answered. “Oh, simple, we’re not going to a store, we’re going to a hospital.” 

“Oh.” I said out loud, my eyes widening as I realized why she was pregnant. “Oh no.” 

 “My wife” got up, showing her pants to be soiled and immediately said “Oh, oh wow, my water broke, can you believe it, it’s happening.”  She feigned a contraction, starting to breathe heavily. “Steeviee, call an ambulance, call it now!” Immediately, she sat down, putting both hands on her belly while fluid pooled on the floor. This immediately drew a group of onlookers, and I looked around in disbelief.  Confronted with the stares from the newly formed audience and the (pitch-perfect) hysterics of my wife seemingly in labour, the shame very quickly got to me as I dialed 911 for my fake wife’s fake birth contraction.

For a second, the hysterical woman calmed down and whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the ride, Steevie.”  Then it was right back on, contractions, and more…leakage, and I was left just holding her hand and doing my best to comfort her to just play along. 

The rest…was a mess. It was hard to really focus, so here comes generally what happened. The ambulance showed up and two people loaded Becky onto a stretcher. She called out for me, to keep me close and trapped in the whole bit of social expectations I sat in the back of the ambulance, just trying to comfort my pretend wife and talking about baby names with her, where she came up with the satirical name of “Steven Junior”  with a ton of sincerity that was absolutely and utterly fake.

At the hospital, I followed along the parade of doctors and nurses taking care of my wife as the supposed father-to-be. I was a bit anxious about her being called out for the fake somehow and that we’d be arrested for scamming the hospital or something. But then I realized that Entity would never actually harm me like that, so everything would be fine as long as she paid the bill at the end. 

At times, my wife slipped in and out of Becky like before, smugly staring at me when the people preparing for her labour were distracted just to tease me or wink at me. And just like that, the whole situation turned around again.

She calmed down, her  “contractions,”  which I could see happen as some sort of physical effect that she was able to make happen on command, slowed down, and the moment seemed to have passed.

The doctor looked over it, looking at “my wife”’s vagina once again, and turned to me.

“I’m sorry sir, but this is a case of Braxton Hicks Contractions.” 

“Excuse me, what does that mean?” I said.

“It means your wife is not going to give birth today, but that it itself may in fact not be too far off. Braxton Hicks means that this isn’t true labour, but it is very much a signal that it could be close. Your wife is in good condition, though.” 

“Oh Stevie, I’m so sorry…I really thought…” 

“I forgive you, of course, my love.” I winked back at her, my concerns settled for now

She winked back at me, and then looked at the doctor, filled with concern. “So what does that mean?” 

“We need you to spend a night in the hospital, ma’ am, just for extra medical supervision, but you should be good to go home in the morning.” 

“Oh…that’s good, that’s good. I’m glad but also sad…that Steven Junior won’t be seeing the light today.” 

I just kept silent, all the way as my wife was wheeled into a shared room with a few other hospital patients. I sat down in a nearby chair, rubbing my eyes with both hands in frustration. I put the empty backpack on my side, and took a moment to exhale and relax. There was a nurse who came in, taking both of our information down on a notepad and giving my wife some tips on things she should and shouldn’t do, and later after she left Becky turned to me.

“Are you okay, Steven?” 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” 

“Hey, you got a brand new phone out of it, right? Can’t be all bad.” 

I just stayed quiet, reached in my pocket and checked that it was there, then exhaled as I leaned back in my chair.  “Okay, congratulations, you got me. I did not see that one coming.” 

She just tilted her head to the side with a sense of confidence before she suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable. “I need to pee.” 

Becky got up from her bed and picked up my empty backpack, then she headed to the toilet.  I didn’t really get why she needed that, but then I yawned before I could really think more about it. There I was, sitting in the hospital room, feeling exhausted and mentally tired. Leaning back, I guess I must have drifted off for a moment. I was stirred awake by someone groping my dick, and I immediately flinched. 

“Gah!” I looked up at the woman standing in front of me and froze for a second. A nurse was standing in front of me, with her bright blue eyes immediately drawing my attention, her dark brown hair in a bob cut shorter than Becky’s. She was dressed in a nurse’s outfit, scrubs to be specific, in a muted colour of green with a small cap on top. Wearing a pair of white gloves, her neckline dipped just enough to show a generous view of her excellent cleavage. Turning my eyes downward, her hips were looking good as well. 

“I’m sorry, who are… you.” I spotted her holding my backpack, which was now stuffed to the brim with…something. 

“Come along, Mr Standheim, we have medical business to take care of.” The nurse flashed an entity like a smile at me. “After all, someone’s going to have to treat your multiple STDs.” The nurse said, just a bit too loud, and the older man in the nearby bed did notice. 

“Hey, hold on, where did that other lady go? Why did you come out when she went in?” 

“She’ll be right back, sir. Medical Emergency and all that. Now, put your backpack on and follow me, Steven.” 

With slight hesitation, I did as she asked, following the nurse out of the hospital room and into the hallways of the hospital.

“I can’t believe we are doing this right now.” 

“Please, you think any of this is hard for me?”  The nurse’s professional, her caring tone faltered very quickly.  “Child’s play, really.” 

“So what do I call you now?” 

“Rachelle Collins, nursing assistant here at the University of Maryland, Baltimore, Baltimore-Washington Medical Center. Do I need to explain even more where we are, Steevie?”  

“Rachelle…what the hell are we doing now?” 

“We’re moving to the next step of what I had planned just for you.” 

I looked around, feeling very guilty and uncomfortable by the fact that I was now in a hospital being led around by a fake nurse, or perhaps a real nurse that worked here that Entity had just replaced for her games. With my backpack on my back, we made it to an elevator,  which we took to the highest floor of the hospital, where she led me to the far end of the hospital, walking through the entire thing with total confidence, like she belonged there. Well, I guess she did, I just didn’t. Or well, I was a patient and all that, it didn’t matter, as long as I walked next to a nurse, I realised that no one was going to question it. 

 As we got to the far end, she stood in front of a door and pulled out an ID card from her pocket that she used to unlock the door. Stepping inside, I could see that it was a higher-end hospital room, filled with more expensive-looking furniture and decorations.

“Please wait here for a moment.” 

“Uh, I don’t think we should be here.” 

“Of course you are, I have booked this room for you.” 

“Under my name?” 

“Of course not, Mister Standheim, that would leave a very obvious paper trail. Don’t you worry, I have got everything sorted out just fine, so we can get all the time to get to your treatment.”  Rachelle stepped out, leaving me there alone in the hospital room. I immediately put down my backpack and opened it, watching the empty skin of my wife and all her clothes spill out on the floor. 

Here I was for the first time face-to-face with one of Entity’s skinsuits, the magical devices that totally let her become other people. I picked up the head…headpiece, looking at the freckled face and empty eyes of Becky. Her hair kept its form very well, returning into its position not too long afterwards…it sure felt like hair, but it also wasn’t somehow. Touching the material of the skin, it definitely felt human too, yet lacked the proper body temperature. I stretched it out somewhat, and it snapped back into place.

“You want to put it on, don’t you?” 

“Oh fuck no.”  I turned to face the nurse who had now re-entered the room carrying a box under her arm. “No, this is your thing, not mine.”

“You’re curious.” 

“Morbidly so, fine, I’ll admit to that..” 

“Right. Morbidly. I’ll remind you, I’ve read your search history Mr. Standheim, I know very well that you’re swinging both ways.” Rachelle nodded.

 “Shall we get to it now? Please lie down on the bed.”  She put the box down on the nightstand and opened it up. “Medical grade silicone.”  Rachelle smiled as she pulled out a pink dildo, a buttplug, and a vibrator. 

“How did you…smuggle that in here? How?” 

“I…placed it nearby, Steven, do you really think it’s hard to infiltrate a hospital, replace a nurse…and all that?” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know anything about that. Sounds hella complicated to me.” 

“Trust me, it doesn’t compare to many of the other things I have done.” 

“So you are a super spy after all. I figured that that was what it had to be, considering what you can do and these suits you have.” 

She didn’t answer that at all, beginning to free her tits from her outfit, and yeah, I got distracted as usual. As she motioned to the bed, I sat down, lowering my pants and getting my dick out.

“That’s a really good exercise for your blood flow, Mr. Standheim. Let me assist you with that.” Baring her pussy, Rachelle mounted me right after, and I put my hands on her exquisite, soft titties, massaging and feeling them.

“Oh, isn’t this just the best, Steevie? Watching this professional, hardworking nurse be corrupted into this sexual deviant, who would have sex with patients and run around work with a vibrator permanently shoved up her ass?” 

“Yeah, hell yeah!”  Whatever concerns I might have had were gone as I was back on board with the incredibly sexy (and well-shaped) nurse.

Rachelle moved forward, lying on top of me and then moving to the side. “Move on top, Steven.”  Immediately, I complied, as we rolled onto the quite large bed until she lay on her back and I was pounding away at her pussy, with both of my hands slamming on her tits. I massaged them to the best of my ability while Rachelle edged me on, inviting me to fuck her nurse pussy harder and some half-baked quip about sexual medicine and viagra. 

Any worries earlier on the day were gone as lust overtook me, and we went at it for quite a while until I climaxed, filling up her pussy with my semen.  I lay on top of her, still keeping her impaled by me while she kissed me passionately, her hands playing with my ass and almost massaging it even. 

Post climax, and calming down, I looked at her. “If you wanted to have this happen inside in a hospital, why didn’t you just start it here?” 

Even while I was still deep inside her, she deliberately flicked my nose. “And miss out on you freaking out in public over your wife giving birth, being put under public pressure to be the loving husband? Come on, that was half the fun of today!” 

“Why can’t things just be normal?” 

“You know what you signed up for, Steevie, normalcy isn’t it. Sexual insanity, that’s what you’ll get, and I’ll give you everything you want.” She pulled me close so that our foreheads touched. “Just not in the way you want it.” She whispered softly, which turned into a passionate tongue kiss and a tight embrace. I couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a sucker, getting distracted by sex again. On the other hand…a sexy woman having sex with me most definitely was something to be distracted by. 

By the end of the evening, Entity was there, still in the form of the nurse whose life she had stolen, but she didn’t bother playing the nurse. We had sex a few times more, spent time cuddling in bed, and afterward she made me be the cameraman for her…performance. She was beaming with joy while she masturbated herself in her nurse uniform, playing with the vibrator while having her ass impaled on the dildo pressed against the wall.

She then slipped back into nurse mode afterwards and got me dinner, which was hospital food…but it was okay.  Afterwards, we lay in bed together and watched a movie…can’t really remember which one, it was that forgettable. I looked her in the eyes, and she looked back. Her gaze lingered, as did mine. No, I had not seen her real face, or her real voice, or even…if it was a she, a her, a him, a what … .but there was something there, I knew that much. 

And so did Entity, because it took her just a bit longer to avert her gaze. Thinking about the effort she had to go through to set all of this up, just to go through it with me was… something else.  I should stop beating around the bush. It was love, ish. I was feeling things for her, despite all the bad things and the degree of trolling that was hard to put into words.  

Entity dragged me into this world I had never known about, and it wasn’t hard to admit that the upsides outweighed the downsides. I had not seen her true face, heard her true voice, known what she did or what it did or what he did, all that, but it’s hard to deny that something was going on, and Entity sure felt it too, even though I realized that she was not likely to admit any such things, and she could lie so perfectly that I’d never know. Or she was just playing with me again, that was also an option, so I kept myself a bit guarded nonetheless.

However, it simply wouldn’t be Entity without a new something coming right around the corner right after. In this case, she pulled it off after the movie, undressing entirely and doing the same to me afterwards for one final climax. I drifted off in her arms, satisfied, empty, and very happy to have her.

Then came the morning, and she shook me awake. 

“Steven, get up, it’s time to leave before anyone catches us.” 

Entity was once again fully dressed as Rachelle, the nurse, in her work outfit. “Get up and get going.”  

“Huh..okay, yeah!” I got up and reached for my underwear…and it wasn’t there. Looking around for my pants, they weren’t there, and my shirt… I was confused for a bit and then turned to face Entity with a death glare.

“Entity, what did you do?”

“Gave you some proper incentive to try out something new.” She winked at me. “I put your clothing in the trash on the other side of the hospital, leaving you with two choices. One…you can try to get there without clothes and get caught and arrested for breaking into a hospital and walking around naked. Or….” She walked over to the chair where I could see a pile of skin lying there. “You could get in this one, after all, Becky still has clothes.” 

“That’s not a choice at all. Why the hell are you forcing me to do this?!?”  I almost felt like hitting her at this point

“As I said, time is of the essence; you don’t know how late any morning cleanup crew may arrive. Choose now, or I’m walking out, and you can figure it all out yourself. And keep in mind, if you start shouting at me.” She wagged her finger.  “Tssk tssk tskk, you might have someone listen to the commotion and find a naked man there with a reputable nurse.” 

I resorted to giving her the bird…the double bird several times while I once again looked around the room for my clothes. After double-checking…I turned to her and then to the suit with a  deep sigh.

“Here’s what we do. Get in the suit, and I will play the nurse escorting you to the exit and handling any questions you may have. We get a cab to your home, and at home you can take her off. Simple.” 

“Fuck you.”  I hissed under my breath. “I don’t want to walk around as a pregnant woman in a hospital or any place on earth!” 

“Then you can do it as a naked guy. Don’t worry, I put your belongings in her purse so you can walk around as a naked stranger in a hospital carrying a purse. I’m sure they will be very lenient on you, the naked perv in a private hospital room.”  The utter smugness dripped from Rachelle’s voice.  

“Fucking, fine. Fine. Stupid…why do I even trust you when you keep pulling this shit on me?” 

“Because you know I’ll always take care of you, but I’ll do it in my own way.” That was her answer, while she planted one of her gloved hands on her hips. “And besides, I want you to try out a skinsuit sometimes, so we could end up having lesbian sex later down the line.”

I paused for a second, thinking about the strange mental image of me as a woman making sex to Entity, and it didn’t seem like the worst thing, I reckoned.  “How do I put this stupid thing on?” 

“Seam in the back that will close itself…and open just when you think about it. Just touch it, and it will open up.” 

I nodded, still burning with anger, but right now deciding to just get the hell out of here over continuing to freak out at her. I lifted up the Becky suit with apprehension, and indeed, there was a major gap that opened up in the back to show the weird, creepy inside of the skin. The pregnant belly that had been pressed against me yesterday was empty and hollow now.

“This is stupid…this is so, so stupid!” I stopped complaining, took a deep sigh, and just got this over with. She sat down on the bed, watching me struggle and squirm with this…thing, this skin that I didn’t want to put on but wasn’t given a choice to do anything else right now. I put my foot in here, and then my right foot afterwards, slowly hoisting the strange feeling skin over my own. It seemed to clamp on, hold me tight as I could feel it doing something uncomfortable, but yet not painful. It was strange to feel my body shift, and my legs extend outward slightly. My dick got tickled a bit as it rubbed against the inside of the skin, and after another pause I pulled the skin further.

Now it was my dick’s turn to change, and my hips and butt too, as I could feel them extend into the very same proportions I had lusted after yesterday before I got yanked to the hospital. And then came the rest. I just decided to get this over with quickly as I violently shoved my arms into the suit, pushing further and further into it as I slipped my head into Becky’s.

No point in dragging it out, just push through it and get it over with was all I could think, as my body shifted entirely, my stomach feeling bloated and extended outwards into the highly pregnant form, while I just couldn’t feel my dick anymore, but strange new sensations emerged from my crotch. Is this what having a vagina was like? It felt really strange to have a great emptiness where my dick should be located as I awkwardly reached around my belly to touch whatever was there. It was sensitive as hell, so I pulled back, glancing at my own hands, which now were feminine, with light green makeup on my nails, which seemed way too long for some reason.

Glancing down, there were tits, and it was hard not to try and touch them, noticing how doing it as the person who actually owned them now was still enjoyable, just in a different way.

“Holy crap…oh, wow! I sound, ugh, yeah.”  I looked around and turned to the mirror, seeing a pregnant redhead standing there where I was looking from. It was quite disorienting to not be myself, to feel everything this body had, and in fact, to be a woman.

“Now, Becky.”  She said with extra emphasis. “I was not bluffing when I told you that we had to get out of here.” 

“I am not going out there, as a woman, everybody is going to immediately spot it, it’s just!” 

“I can send you on an emergency appointment with a gynaecologist, and not even he will be able to tell that you’re in fact a man under there. Now, let me help you get dressed, you’re going to be a disaster with bras anyhow.” She helped me slip on Becky’s panties and then worked on the bra…while also touching my body in various places.  She didn’t linger too long on that, though, helping me into the dress that Entity as Becky wore the day before. Then came the small socks and then her sneakers and finally draping the purse around my shoulder. Looking back in the mirror, there she, I stood. It was, on the one hand, incredible to feel this in the first person and see it work its magic on me; on the other hand, I had no interest in actually being a woman and a heavily pregnant one at that.

“Great, you got your wish. Happy now?” 

“Very happy, very happy. How does it feel?”

“Fucking weird, for starters. It’s so weird that when I speak, it’s not my voice, and when I look down, it’s not my own body. And…well, I’m pregnant.”

“Weird, but not agony, keep that in mind. Skinsuits are really amazing fun; you just have to get used to not being yourself. Don’t worry too much about it, within an hour or so you’ll be back to good ol Steven. Now, just follow my lead.” 

“I’m not going out there as…this!” I swung my arms around in frustration and got instantly distracted by my own cleavage and belly moving slightly. Never had I ever felt this bloated and uncomfortable, while her smile got even wider.

“Don’t worry, everyone’s super soft on a pregnant woman. The more nervous you are, the more people will want to protect you, and that’s perfect for you to abuse.”  

I just stared at her with great unease. The longer I hesitated, the longer I would be a pregnant woman in a hospital. Just had to keep moving and going. “Fine, we roll.” 

“Good girl.” She took great glee in saying that word out loud.  “In fact, lean on me; that will work even better.” 

She grabbed my hand and supported me on the side. “Look at you, the peak of innocence. A mother to be. You will notice just how much people drop their guard in front of a pregnant woman, and it’s something I pull out whenever needed..” She rubbed my pregnant belly, and I honestly didn’t even know what to say to her outside of an awkward stare back. “Come along then, Miss Standheim.” 

“Great.” 

So we stepped out into the hallway, and I practically flinched with nervousness when people glanced at me, ready to get exposed for the fraud and the liar I was right then and there. But instead, I found only soft looks of slight concern for me and even what could best be described as protective. I leaned on Rachelle, trying to avoid the glare from people. Walking to the end of the hall, we made it to the elevator, where I breathed heavily, nerves getting to me.

“You’re doing good, now, we’re going to go up to the counter, you’re going to say your name and pay your bill using my credit card.”  Rachelle reached inside her pocket and handed the credit card she had used to pay for everything before, and put it inside my purse. “And I will then escort you out to the taxi’s out front…and take you home.” 

“Whatever,” I said in Becky’s naturally chipper voice.

Brazenly in the privacy of the elevator, she slipped one gloved hand down my pants and began to finger me, stimulating my vagina intensely. It was…different, I’d supposed, but not bad. I breathed a bit louder in Becky’s voice. “Stop it, stop it,” I said weakly. The elevator stopped on the ground floor, and Rachelle immediately stood straight, back in supportive nurse mode as she guided me towards the front desk. The person at the desk was sympathetic.

“What is your name, ma’ am?” 

“S…Becky Standheim. I need to pay the bill and get out of here.”  I said matter-of-factly. 

“Ah I see.” 

“She needs to get back to her loving husband, Steven, and has been cleared to leave the hospital.” Rachelle commented.

“One second, please, ma’am…let me check.” 

I had a deer in the headlights reaction for sure, to which Rachelle responded with a whispered “It’s all going to be okay miss Standheim, please stay calm.” 

“That will be Five Thousand and Four Hundred Ninety Dollars, please.” 

I just stared at her when she said such a high amount, and then awkwardly reached for the credit card and handed it over. A moment later, she ran it through the machine and handed it back to me, and then…

“Thank you, and safe travels.” 

“Great!” I said a bit too loudly before Rachelle took the lead again and guided me towards the exit. When we walked out of the hospital, I let out a sigh of relief. We headed towards one of the taxis permanently waiting nearby, and to my relief, Rachelle told him my proper address.  After helping me in the back of the tax,i she got in as well, and we drove back to my house without a word being shared in between us, with me just waiting this awkwardness out and trying to avoid my arms bumping into my bloated form on accident again. Entity/Rachelle sat next to me, not saying a word and being strangely quiet for how talkative she usually was. I guess it was mainly because there was a cabbie right there listening in. When the taxi stopped in front of my house, Rachelle paid again, while I practically flung myself at my front door, getting my keys out and taking three or four attempts to open the door just so I could get to the safety and privacy of my home. What would the gossipers say if a pregnant woman went to my place, flanked by a nurse!  Getting inside, I closed the door behind me instantly. 

Not too long after, there was a knock on the door, and I opened it up. 

“We were not yet done.”  Rebecca entered and closed the door behind her, taking off her gloves and putting them aside, followed by her nurse’s cap.

“Like hell we are. I want my body back, and an immediate end to this bloated feeling.” I slapped my pregnant belly in a fashion more befitting a drunk Brit on the beach than a mother-in-waiting would. “God, it’s like a thousand times worse than Uncle Eric’s barbeques at the end.”

“Oh, I know, that man…he’s a God on the BBQ.”  Rachelle said with a surprising degree of sincerity…and insider knowledge on my uncle’s passion for barbecue.

I raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you were at our family BBQ? As who?” 

“As if I’d tell you. I was going to ambush you somewhere nearby…but got so distracted by the food that I didn’t anymore. So I just…headed home afterwards.” 

I tried to think who she could have been, maybe my sister again, or my aunt…or mom, but yeah, I really hadn’t noticed anything at last week’s BBQ. Nothing at all. Maybe she hadn’t been there and all, and just hooked into my comment as a joke. How could I possibly tell the difference at this point?

“Can you finally get me out of this body, please?” 

“Start undressing then.”  

She leaned back as she continued to undress right after closing all the blinds, getting entirely naked. As for me, I’d managed to get the dress off, dumped the purse to the side, and slipped out of my panties as well as my sneakers. The bra, though, the bra just would not come off, even while I stretched both hands behind my head. She laughed at me, leaning against the wall naked until she walked over and helped me out, getting my tits…no, the suit’s tits out into the open, which she immediately fondled.

“Just a mandatory breast cancer screening, please stand still, ma’am.” 

“Get off me!” I resisted how good it felt and pushed her away. “And get this thing off me.” I started yanking at my face, but it merely distorted for a moment but then snapped right back into place.

“If you want to go back to yourself, then it’s going to cost you.” 

“WHAT!”

“It’s going to cost you one round of me helping you explore your feminine body, and then I’ll let you out.”

I yanked at my breasts, feeling them shift somewhat…but then they just went back to normal. I tried, but it didn’t work. I just glared at her, and she responded with another smile. 

“Let me help you ease your load a bit.”  She put both her hands on my pregnant belly, and suddenly I lost all feeling in it, the bloated feeling suddenly stopping as it somehow fell off my stomach, replacing it with a nice looking waist…on a girl that I would want to have sex and cuddle with. I wasn’t exactly excited about being a woman, but at least this was already a bit better than before.” 

“Much better?” 

“Can you  please get the rest off now?”  

“If you want to get helped by my magic hands, you’d best follow me one last time…”  The naked woman walked off to my bedroom, and I followed along with great frustration, noticing at least that it felt a bit better not to be falsely pregnant.  Rachelle plopped down on the bed, spread her legs wide, and rubbed her crotch.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll make it very pleasurable for you.” 

“How can I possibly enjoy it when you’ve got my back against the wall?” 

“Ugh.” She shook her head. “Come on, I wouldn’t really leave you trapped like that.” 

“You were going to leave me alone in the hospital if I didn’t do what you said.” 

“And it worked out just fine for you, didn’t it? Besides, you enjoy lesbian porn from time to time, don’t you? I’ve read your entire internet history…” 

“I never wanted to be one of the lesbians!” I protested.

“Sssht, come here, girl, let me show you the pleasures of womanhood. The quicker you get through it, the quicker you can go back to being yourself.”

Another deep sigh, another glare, and then I dragged my female body over there and flopped onto my own bed. Entity lay next to me, giving me a kiss on the lips first while she rolled her body on top of mine. “Now, since you’re so worked up, I’ll just give you a quick tour of your body…to get it over with. First…your magnificent titties.”  She put her hands on them, and as much as I wanted it to be different, damn that felt…pretty damn good. 

It was clear to me that Entity had plenty of experience with it as she massaged my titties, playing with my nipples until she leaned down and put her lips around one. It felt really sensitive, and really good…in a different way from usual. Her eyes flicked up to mine as she gauged my response, and I did my best to keep a straight face as the fake yet very sexy brunette nurse continued to suck on and pleasure my right tit. 

“Good so far, girlie?”

I just rolled my eyes. She repositioned, her face close to mine. “Now those lips of yours…”  Entity planted hers on mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. She let her tongue slip inside, and I did not resist, finally leaning into this as I groped her pristine ass. What can I say, I’m kind of a sucker for sex, and this all felt good to me. New and fresh and weird, but hella good. 

“Look who’s starting to enjoy the lesbian side of life.”

“I’d enjoy it more if you didn’t strongarm me into it.”

“If I hadn’t done that, would you really have worn that suit in the first place?” 

“Well, no, but…” Man, it was weird to speak and hear someone else’s voice come out.

“Exactly.” She kissed me again. “As I said, broaden your horizons a bit. It’s so much fun being a woman, and you should know that now.”

“Are you a man, then?”

“I’m every woman…it’s all in me.” Another wink. I felt kind of dumb asking a question that I was never going to get an answer to. “The point is, maybe next time you and I can do a girl’s day out or something, that’d be fun.”

“I’ve had my fill of being other people!”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, I’ll pay for everything. Think about it…” 

She put both her hands back on my breasts and continued her massage. “Oh, but you haven’t quite gotten to the best part yet.” Moving to the side, she repositioned herself and then, without warning, rammed three fingers up my ginger pussy, which seemed to take my breath away with this weird, feminine sexual pleasure.  She took great pride in my reaction as my attempt to keep a straight face continued to falter. Getting something inserted there, into my vagina, it felt very good, normal, and natural, even though it wasn’t any of that. It was wrong, and…I wanted more. 

“Give me a second.” She pulled her hand back, and I immediately touched myself there, getting some more of those sensations of women’s pleasure. I was dripping wet, that much I was sure of as my fingers amateurishly touched my box… not quite being able to hit the right notes like Entity could.  

She reached under my bed and pulled out a…different box. A cardboard one that I didn’t recognize. 

“Wait, when did you place that there?”

Another wink, as she reached in the box and pulled out a black strapon. My eyes widened.

“Oh yes, that’s your final step, and then I’ll let you go back to Steven.”  She stood up, turned around, and then got it strapped in place. She let out a bit of an unusual moan, which I couldn’t quite place. 

“Aight, Steevie, this one’s a very special one…a cumming dildo, so you can get the whole experience.”

She crawled back onto the bed, hoisted both of my legs over her shoulders, and then slid inside me. It was amazing! Oh wow, yeah, that was just as good as masturbating or having sex as a guy. Entity rammed the dildo inside me, and it lit me up from the inside. I just…took it, watching her breasts and my own shake with every thrust of the strap on inside me. 

Our eyes met, and after a moment of pause (and another thrust), her lips curled into that smile that I very well knew by now. She seemed to grab me tighter in some way, putting more and more pressure as the jackhammering continued. At this point, I was a total mess, panting and sighing and doing my best to catch my breath or focus on anything, but Entity seemed intent on not letting that happen as she pinched my nipples and rubbed them ever so intensely. 

Suddenly, there it was, my first climax as a woman, seemingly reverberating around my body while I went totally limp, eyes rolling in my head as I was basking in the absolute fun and pleasure of this release, my pussy dripping and leaking and then squirting against Entity’s strap-on. She didn’t relent, and then suddenly she seemed to come as well, or the dildo did. Either way, suddenly she filled me up with her semen, giving me a proper insight into the reverse of what I usually did. I was still trapped inside a body that wasn’t my own which was now filled up with fake semen, the strap on still being shoved roughly and violently in and out of me as a high pitch, my legs hanging in the air over her shoulders. 

I could feel a pressure deep inside me, semen spilling out the sides of my walls, and only now did I realize my body was covered in sweat. Entity moved forward somehow, pinning me down even harder with the strap on deep inside me. She resumed, first slowly, and then back on, while I could only do as much as lie there and take it. It must have been a few minutes before she finally let me go. She got off the bed, giving me some time to recuperate. 

I looked at her, and she got dressed, never taking off the strap. The nurse was back (with a bulge in her pants), and I was still a redheaded woman, now dripping semen from my crotch.  

“Hey! I’m still stuck in here!”

Rachelle walked back. “I’m leaving you this suit as a gift, so you can enjoy it whenever you get over your anger.” She touched me on my hip, and suddenly the suit split into two, and I was back to being myself, lying in an empty shell of skin. 

“Because I’m nice like that, I will leave you with the skin…and her ID’s.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a wallet, dropping it on my bed. “So you can enjoy and experience womanhood whenever you want. Do keep in mind.” The sweet, caring tone turned to a very cold one. “That no one is to find out about that, and you are not to lose track of it. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, but why would I possibly want this?”

She slipped back into her more polite, professional nurse tone. “Sooner or later, you will get curious enough to try it again, and I will have succeeded in broadening your perspectives. Bye now, Steven. Until next time.”

“Bye.” I said as I shoved the husk of the woman aside and rolled on my side. After all that, I was exhausted, spent, and I wanted to just get some rest. I could hear her leave through my front door not long afterwards, and I was left thinking about all that had happened.

And yeah, while I wasn’t in the mood for it, I guess womanhood was…acceptable, I suppose, as long as I don’t get stuck in it or something. And yet, within a week, Entity had shown up again, and twisted my perspective once again…except for the fact that I, in fact, figured her out ahead of time this time around.