“I bet you wouldn’t last one day in that body suit without freaking out,” laughed Dylan.
“God, you’re such an asshole, Dylan. Fine, I’ll wear the goddamn suit.” Mike wasn’t pleased with this, since they found the female body suit Dylan had been pressuring him to try it on. At least he promised to maybe try it on himself after Mike proved it wasn’t a sham.
Putting the suit on was easy. It slid right up his body and started working on his anatomy immediately. His legs were smooth and soft, his new vagina felt sensitive and he couldn’t even feel his penis anymore. He had perky breasts and a perfect babe face to complete the package. Mike could hardly believe his eyes, even if they were now “her” eyes.
“Damn, Mike, that suit really does work!” Dylan said. “How do you feel?”
“I feel fine, thanks for nothing. Can’t believe you wanted me to wear this stupid get up.” Mike absent-mindedly brushed a strand of hair from his face and crossed his arms against his chest. The feeling of breasts still new to him.
“Aw, don’t worry about it, ‘precious.'” Dylan remarked, and Mike shot a glare of daggers at him. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
“You said 24 hours, and that’s all I’m up for. You promised me that.”
“You’re right, so what do we do first? I think you should suck my dick, honestly.”
“WHAT?! No way! That’s disgusting, I’m a man!”
“Nuh uh uh, you said you wouldn’t freak out and that looks like a minor freak out to me.” Dylan started to drop his pants while Mike stared on helplessly.
“But… fuck you man. I didn’t sign up for this.” Mike got on his knees in front of Dylan, and stared for a minute. “But damn it, if I’m going to give head, I’m going to give it the best I got, I guess.”
Mike went in for it and wrapped her mouth around Dylan’s cock. Dylan nearly yelped with pleasure. “Damn, Mike, where did you… where did you learn that?”
After coming up for air, Mike looked up at Dylan. “Don’t call me Mike, asshole. Call me Michelle. Helps me forget I’m still a guy right now.” Michelle then went back to sucking.
“Oh shit… Michelle you are really incredible.” Dylan smiled to himself. “Makes me feel almost bad that I programmed the suit to make you more like a girl the longer you’re in it.”
After another minute of head, Michelle came up again for air. She stood up, stroked his dick for a second more, then laid back on the bed. “Who cares what you did to me, babe. Get your sexy ass over here and fuck me like the woman I am.”
“With pleasure, my love.”
