A New Me 5

This is one of my first transformation stories that I wrote about ten years ago about a woman who undergoes a transformation into a latex being. It was originally released under a fairly generic pen-name, Liz.

A Strange Package

This is an account of how I became what I am: a living, breathing rubber doll with a body made of latex and a sexual appetite that cannot be satisfied. I suppose we all have a little fetish that society would consider abnormal and deviant. Mine was always latex. Otherwise, I was a normal girl with normal flesh and normal proportions. Those days are gone, however, and I am writing this story to tell you how it happened.

About eight years ago, I had just graduated college and found my first real job as an online marketing manager at a small start-up. The work was interesting and I liked my coworkers, but I still felt as though my life was not quite fulfilled. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time despite having long black hair with radiant blue eyes and an athletic build which I kept up at the gym. My breasts were rather large and perky for my frame and my firm butt would turn heads. I always had a lot of takers, but most of them were pricks and I never stayed with them for very long. The more idiots I dumped, the more I became entangled in the world of self-satisfaction through latex.

It started as a small fetish looking up images of latex-clad men and women online and developed bit by bit into more of an obsession. The first piece of latex I bought was a shiny black thong. It was small, tight, incredibly sexy and such a turn on that I was constantly wet whenever I wore it. Whenever I could afford it, I began purchasing more and more articles of latex: tights, high-heeled boots, opera gloves, a hood and even a tight mini-skirt. Most of these things I wore alone at home, but as college wore on, I became braver and started wearing things in public, but always under my regular clothes. By the end of the day, I was so wet and horny that I would have to come home and masturbate right away. I could come two or three times in a very short amount of time. After I got my job though, I could afford to purchase the latex item I had always dreamed of owning: a red catsuit with built-in feet and gloves. That combined with my hood would make for a total latex enclosure that would guarantee a night of pleasure that no moron boyfriend could ever match.

These experiences I had always kept as my personal secret and had shared with absolutely no one, so I was very surprised when I came home from work one day and noticed a package by the front door. I hadn't expected one as I hadn't ordered anything, but there it was all the same. I bent down to look at the shipping label while my latex thong -- by now my exclusive choice of panties -- pulled tightly against my anus and split my wet pussy lips under my short, tight business skirt causing me to catch my breath. My name and address were both on there, but the return address was some obscure P.O. box from somewhere in New Jersey that I didn't recognize and no name was given which only added to the mystery. I picked up the box and headed inside to see what it was.

I set my bag down on the living room couch, then brought the package into the kitchen and set it on the table. There I got out a pair of scissors and began cutting through the tape. It didn't take long and soon I was tearing the remainder off and ripping open the box. The first thing that struck me was the very strong smell of latex that wafted up towards me. It was a smell I had become very familiar with and it sent shivers down my spine and all the way to my pussy. I started to breathe more heavily and noticed that the smell alone had turned me on even more than I already was. Greedily, I tore of the flaps off the box which were caught on a remaining bit of tape to see what was inside. The first thing I pulled out was a clear plastic bag with a piece of black latex inside. I pulled it out of the bag and saw it contained opera gloves. I set them on the table and looked inside the box again. There were several more such plastic bags and I began to pull them all out. They contained a latex hood, a full catsuit without gloves or feet, a corset, and a pair of knee-high high-heeled boots with seven-inch pencil heels.

All of it was made of shiny black latex. The hood, unlike mine which had eye holes and a hole for the mouth, only had two small holes for breathing where the nose belongs and a built-in inflatable gag. Otherwise, it was a single, solid piece of latex. The catsuit looked to be slightly too small for me, but I figured I could squeeze myself into it. I had never worn a corset before, so I was curious as to how it would feel and, although I had frequently worn very high heels before, I had never worn *such* high heels before. I couldn't even begin to imagine who would send me such things, but it didn't really matter to me at that moment so I scooped them up and rushed to my bedroom to try them on. By then I was so horny that the first thing I did was strip down to my latex thong and rub myself through it until I came. It took all of about ten seconds for me to have a very satisfying orgasm as I had been horny all day. Fortunately, it was Friday evening, which meant I would have the whole weekend to enjoy myself.

The next thing I did was examine the items more closely. Inside each of them was a slick black substance that looked and felt like lube. None of the pieces of latex I had ever bought had come pre-lubed, but I figured it must be a particular characteristic of the manufacturer of these garments and didn't give it much more thought. My more pressing concern at that point was that I couldn't find a zipper on the catsuit anywhere. I had read about catsuits whose necks stretched enough for a person to enter and when I stretched the neck, it easily opened wide enough for me to fit through it. With that concern taken care of, I slipped off my latex thong, stretched out the catsuit's neck and stuck my right leg inside. The lube was very slick and I was easily able to slide my leg all the way through until my foot popped out of the bottom. I repeated the process for my left leg and noticed immediately that the catsuit was much tighter than I was used to. The anticipation of being fully wrapped and caressed by that very tight material made me wet enough for a drop to run down my leg. I quickly pulled the catsuit up my legs to my hips and that was when the next surprise startled me.

In my haste to get the catsuit on, I had failed to notice that there were two large dildos built into it. I was so wet that the one in front had slipped partially into my pussy before I even knew it was there causing me to shudder and moan loudly. I reached down and felt them. Like the latex garments, they were both pre-lubed and so I worked them into me. The one in front slipped all the way into my pussy without a problem and, as I had discovered anal as a teenager and had worn many butt plugs under my old latex catsuit, I was able to push the dildo in back into my ass without much trouble. They were bigger than I was used to and I felt stuffed and stretched out, but I was so horny once I had gotten them both in and the catsuit pulled up over my hips so that they were in up to the hilt that I rubbed myself again and came hard within only a few seconds.

After I had recovered for a couple of minutes, I continued to pull the catsuit on. I pulled it up to my breasts before working my arms through the neck and then into each of the sleeves. Then I pulled it over my breasts and shoulders so that the neck of the suit snapped tightly into place around my own neck. The catsuit was incredibly tight and accentuated my every curve. I noticed that the material of the catsuit's waist was a bit thicker and tighter than the rest of the suit and squeezed my waist slightly as though I was wearing corset. The suit had built-in cups for my breasts, but unlike the rest of the suit, they were much too big being several sizes larger than I needed. Looking down at my shiny black, latex-enclosed body a shiver ran down my spine again. I was surprised to find there were absolutely no wrinkles other than the disappointingly empty breast cups, but I attributed that to the suit's tightness. I was in latex bliss.

It was difficult not to go look at myself in the mirror right then and there, but I wanted to put the rest of what was in the box on first. The first thing I reached for was the corset. Unlike the catsuit, this one had hooks allowing me to easily open it and wrap it around my waist. Once I had hooked it closed around me, I could already feel it constricting my waist. It was such a turn on though, that I tugged on the lace strings as hard as I could until I was able to take off about two to three inches from my waist, then I tied them. I had troubles breathing at first, but got used to it relatively quickly. Between the tightness of the latex catsuit and the squeezing grip of the corset, I was taken to a new level of horniness I never thought possible. The two large dildos stuffed inside me were only teasing me more.

The boots were the next thing I put on. They were lying on the floor and when I bent down to pick them up, I noticed how difficult the movement was with the inflexible corset restricting my waist. I did manage to pick them up though and sat down on my bed to put them on. My feet slipped right into both of them because of the lube and it only occurred to me then that the boots didn't have any laces. They were essentially a high-heeled shoe with a latex tube forming the upper, "boot" part. Once I had gotten them on, they clung very tightly to my calves and seemed to stick to the latex catsuit after I had smoothed them out. While I found this odd, I thought it was convenient, so I stood up to test them out. Taking a few steps around the room proved rather challenging with such a tall, thin heel, but after a little while I had gotten the hang of it. The most efficient way was to swing my hips with every step which seemed to me to be quite provocative. I liked it. It also caused the dildos inside of me to move around which made me weak in the knees and did nothing to help me keep my balance.

Up next were the gloves. Still standing, I reached down for them on the bed. First, I slipped on the right one, then the left one. These too clung to the catsuit, but again, I didn't think anything of it. At this point, the only part of me not covered by latex was my head. Since the hood didn't have holes for eyes, I decided to take a look at myself in my full-length mirror before putting it on. What I saw was incredible. I had become a shiny black latex creature with an hourglass shape. My legs and ass were more feminine and pronounced than ever in my seven-inch heels and my waist cinched smaller than I had ever seen it. The only thing that bothered me was the mostly empty breast cups which drooped down from my chest. My hand ran down between my legs seemingly on its own and it only took a single, light touch to set off the fireworks. I came so hard I had to sit back down on the bed for a few minutes to recover.

The only piece missing from the whole ensemble was the latex hood. After recovering from my tremendous orgasm, I picked it up and examined it thoroughly. Like the catsuit, it seemed too small and the neck also stretched open to allow me to stick my head in. As I held my long black hair up on the back of my head, I started to work the hood over it. Once I had my hair and the back of my head in, I started pulling it over my face. The neck was quite tight, making this a challenging process, but I managed nonetheless. I pulled it until it reached my mouth where I stuck in the slightly inflated gag, then lined up the small breathing holes to my nostrils before working it down over my chin and jaw until the neck snapped shut around the neck of the catsuit, immersing me 100% into the world of latex.

It was then that the strange sensations began all over my body. The gag in my mouth suddenly filled until I thought my jaw would unhinge and it felt as though the latex was coming to life and squirming over every inch my skin which began to tingle and I noticed that above all, it was turning me on. I was being taken to a new dimension of horniness while lying there on my bed, fully covered head to toe in shiny black latex. I came three, four times without so much as touching myself. The dildos in me rocked back and forth all on their own, double penetrating me while the latex caressed me in ways I had never experienced before. I had lost control of my body and had orgasm after orgasm until I finally passed out.

The Transformation Begins

I awoke the next morning on my bed, still wearing the things from the strange package I had received the day before. Groggily, I sat up and for a minute panicked because I couldn't see a thing through the hood I still had on. After a few moments, the memories of the previous evening came rushing back to me and made me horny all over again. It was going to be a good day.

I reached up and felt for the seam between the hood and the catsuit. Once I found it, I managed to slowly peel it off. The gag had deflated at some point in the night, making it easy to pull out. Once I had gotten the hood off completely, I noticed that my head was covered with perspiration, making the room suddenly rather cool. My face still tingled the same way my whole body had after putting the hood on the previous night, but it was far less intense and I attributed it to having had the tight hood on all night. I then stood up on very shaky knees and walked over to the mirror. Looking closely at my face, the first thing I noticed was that my skin had turned light brown. I didn't think much of it though, figuring that it was probably just residue from the lube that had been inside the hood. I then peeled off the opera gloves to see that my hands were also the same color brown and had the same strange tingling effect as my face.

Next was the corset. Watching myself in the mirror, I untied the laces and unfastened the hooks, then unwrapped it from my waist. After tossing it onto the bed, I looked at myself in the mirror again. The thick latex around the waist of the suit had grown tighter, retaining the shape of the corset and keeping my waist squeezed accordingly, but without a single wrinkle. I put my hands around my waist as if confirming that it was still so small, then after a few seconds, turned around. Walking back to my bed, I sat down on the edge to pull off the boots. Sitting down pushed the two dildos stuck inside of me deeper, suddenly reminding me of their presence. I let out a surprised gasp and a pleasurable moan as the feeling was by no means unpleasant. In fact, I was still incredibly turned on despite feeling physically exhausted from all the orgasms the previous night.

I then bent over and began to peel the boots off. They came off easily enough, but I noticed my feet had also turned brown and, as with the last bits of skin I had released from their latex imprisonment, they tingled. I put the boots to the side and stood up to take off the catsuit. A sharp pain ran through each of my calves as I stood flat-footed on the floor. I immediately went back up onto the balls of my feet and sat back down on my bed. Figuring that my calves had probably just become acclimated to the seven-inch heels that I had worn all night long, I began to massage them and slowly tried to stretch them out by carefully bringing my heel to the floor. I managed to get part of the way down before the piecing pain shot back through my calves. This was a very strange phenomenon that I had never experienced before with any of my other high-heels and so I thought I would take it step by step by putting on a different pair of shoes with lower heels and working my way down to being flat-footed again. But first, I needed to take the catsuit off.

Still sitting on the edge of my bed with each foot still resting on its ball and toes, I stretched the neck of the catsuit open and began to peel it down. I carefully pulled it down over my shoulders before pulling my arms out. Continuing downwards, I found that the breast cups were considerably less empty than they had been when I put the suit on. Since the waist of the suit had shrunk, I thought that the cups may have also gotten smaller and didn't give it much more thought. Once I had my breasts out and the rest of the suit pulled down to my hips, I cautiously stood up. Balancing on the balls of my feet, I continued pushing the suit downwards. The dildos came out of each hole with no resistance, although the sudden movement followed by the emptiness, I felt sent another wave of pleasure through me and caused me to let out a soft moan. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, I pulled my legs free of the suit and tossed it aside onto the bed. Then I tip-toed my way to my closet and slipped on a pair of four-inch pumps before walking over to the mirror to examine myself more thoroughly.

My entire body now tingled as I looked at my reflection, making me strangely horny. What struck me first was that my entire body from the top of my head all the way down to my toes was a uniform, light brown. It was as though I had fell asleep for several hours in a tanning booth and it looked pretty awful in comparison to my normal pale complex. The next thing I noticed was that my waist was thinner and my breasts were fuller than usual. In fact, my waist had retained the dimensions of the corset without so much as a fold of skin anywhere to be seen. It was as though my skin had shrunk and grown tighter around my waist just as the latex of the catsuit had done. I ran my hands from my hips up over my new waist, then cupped my noticeably larger breasts in amazement. They felt much fuller and firmer than they had ever been and almost appeared fake. I stared for a long time at my reflection in disbelief before deciding to go take a shower to try to get the brown gunk off me.

The shower felt good, but try as I might, I could not get any of the brown residue off my skin. Instead, it appeared that I was shedding. The water pressure from the shower seemed to be tearing all of my body hair out. The landing strip I had trimmed my pubic hairs into was gone and the stubble on my arms and legs and in my armpits was also gone. In fact, all of the hair from my neck down washed away by itself and with absolutely no pain. In its place, my skin felt smoother than after any shave and the electrifying feeling I got by rubbing my hands over my bare body caused me to travel to a new world of ecstasy, making me lose my balance and almost fall over as I stood in the shower on the balls of my feet. Resting against the tiled wall, I began to rub myself again. I couldn't control myself anymore as I grabbed a cylindrical bottle of shampoo and slammed it into my pussy without so much as a thought. I slammed it in and out, in and out, and finally back in so deep that only the cap stuck out as a rubbed myself to an orgasm that blackened my vision and weakened my legs so that I was forced to sit down on the shower basin.

After a couple of minutes of recovering, I pulled myself back up onto shaky knees. Turning the water off, I reached down and noticed that the shampoo bottle had completely disappeared inside of my pussy. With all four fingers and my thumbs, I reached in and pulled it out slowly, deliciously. I moaned as it came out, still surprisingly horny. Putting the bottle away, I reached down between my legs and felt my pussy. It was gaping wide open and try as I might, I could not get it to close. The gape was even larger than the shampoo bottle had been which explained why I hadn't had any trouble at all with the bottle. Reaching behind me, I pulled my butt cheeks apart and felt my butt hole. It too was gaping wide open and despite all of my efforts, I could not get it to close. I thought back to the large dildos in the suit and, with that in mind, stepped out of the shower with the intention of examining them.