I hope everyone has been enjoying this so far. I got this idea while looking online for a gift. I kept seeing these various animal pattern clothes, like a Python pattern set of leggings, or a cheetah pattern mini-dress. What gave me the final idea was seeing a rabbit fur coat, one of those half-coats that bared the mid-rift. It gave me the idea that with a little bit of mad science you could transform someone into a version of what they were wearing. I am having fun writing this one and I hope you all like it.
PART II
THE NEXT DAY AT 1
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CITY BANK
Cindy rubbed her hand over her skirt, letting out a slow breath as the lovely sensations coursed through her hand and her thigh with the touch.
"God, I need to find out where to get more of these." She muttered.
"No kidding! My skin is just so sensitive now!" Tina said from the window next over.
Cindy giggled and looked over at Tina, who was wearing a knee-length, long sleeved snake-skin pattern dress. It was fairly classy and met the dress code for the bank, but it had been a bit of an argument that morning with Mr. Reynolds, the General Manager. While it covered everything, it was tight on the body and hugged the brunette at every curve. The discussion had ended when Ms. Jackson, the Senior VP, had come out wearing a similar dress, this one sleeveless though, and had overruled him.
"She covered up fine, it's not like she is going to moving around and waiting tables. Give it a rest." She had said, and Mr. Reynolds had gone back into his office in a huff. A good thing too, because several other tellers and junior bank officers had come in wearing more snake-skin patterned clothing. Rebecca Nowns, a loan officer, had come in wearing a set of snake-skin tights that left nothing to the imagination and hugged her ass so tightly that Cindy was sure Mr. Reynolds would have a heart attack when if he saw her. Her boss though was okay with it, since Megan James also was wearing a snake-skin skirt and seemed to have no issues.
Cindy let out another sigh as the rubbed both hands over her skirt. The feelings were so amazing, it was like it was her own skin, but so sensitive. She glanced around and noticed that nearly all the girls at the bank were sporting some type of snake-skin clothing. Only a couple of the older employees didn't have anything.
Cindy heard a low moan from Tina and then a "Excuse me." Tina rushed off and Cindy gave her a puzzled frown. Then her hands brushed her skirt and for a few moments Cindy ceased caring. When she moved her hands off the skirt she had forgotten about Tina. She went back to counting her money tray, for the third time as she was having some real trouble concentrating, and after a bit shook her head.
"Problem Cindy?"
Cindy glanced up and saw that Ms. Jackson was standing in front of her. She seemed to be swaying slightly on her feet, but her eyes locked on hers and she felt like they held her attention.
"Um, I seem a bit distracted today, I keep losing count on my tray. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Ms. Jackson leaned over and smiled. "Lovely skirt my dear. I just love that pattern. And the fabric is nice to touch isn't it."
Cindy swallowed and her hand rubbed her thigh involuntarily. She gave a short start and then nodded. "Yes Ma'am. I got if from a secret admirer this morning. I just had to wear it."
"Yesss." Ms. Jackson blinked and shook her head. "I mean, I understand. I got this from my boyfriend this morning. I just had to wear it. Feel it on my bare skin."
"Yes, on my skin." Cindy murmured. Ms. Jackson smiled and leaned in close. "I liked the feel so much that I went commando today."
Cindy let out a little gasp. "Really? No panties?"
"And no bra. It feels so wonderful, my whole body just quivers every time I move." Ms. Jackson glanced around. "Cindy, why don't you go to the bathroom and take your panties off? Go ahead, most of the other girls are either commando already or have joined in. Don't worry about anything, I have you all covered."
Cindy was going to decline as this was getting a little weird but as she shifted in her seat the fabric rubbed her thighs again and her eyes rolled up. The idea of having this rub her bare ass and even her pussy was just too much and she looked at Ms. Jackson and nodded. She rushed off to the bathroom and passed Tina coming back. Tina didn't even acknowledge her presence, her eyes seemed to be glazed over and she had fixed smile on her face. Cindy didn't notice the slow swaying walk either as Tina seemed to glide back to her desk. She sat down and looked at Ms. Jackson. She smiled and nodded and Ms. Jackson returned it.
"You and Cindy, Mr. Reynoldssssss." Ms. Jackson said with the ending s coming out in a hissing sound.
"Yesss, Mssss. Jackson." Tina hissed back.
Ms. Jackson nodded and moved off, her body swaying slowly as she walked. All the males in the building that could see her were openly staring as the sexy blonde VP seemed to glide across the main lobby floor. She moved back past the loan and other junior bank officer cubical and then the other offices of various VPs. She paused in front of Mr. Reynolds office, noting his door was closed and then moved to the Bank President's office.
She glanced at the clock, it was still an hour till opening. She looked at Riley, the bank President Mr. Anders personal assistant. Riley was dress in a white blouse and what appeared to be a black skirt. But underneath she wore a tight set of snake-skin leggings. Riley seemed to be spaced out and her hands rubbed up and down her thighs.
Ms. Jackson smiled and waited a bit. After several minutes, Riley's eyes seemed to glazed over and then seemed to change. She turned her head to Ms. Jackson and smiled.
"Are you ready?" Ms. Jackson asked.
"Yesssssss. It issss time." Riley replied.
"My beautiful pets, it's time, you know what to do." A strong masculine voice said in the heads of every woman wearing snake-skin. And all the women did.
Ms. Jackson and Riley stood up and entered into Mr. Anders office. He was reading some reports when the two women glided in. He blinked at the intrusion and opened his mouth when Ms. Jackson moved right up in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
"SSSssssshhhhhhhhhhh. Look into my eyessssssss." Ms. Jackson hissed out in a sultry voice.
Mr. Anders found his glaze was captured by her eyes. Her eyes were different somehow, not human, but so lovely. It was like the colors in her eyes were swirling and pulsing. She slowly moved her head back and forth and his glaze followed, locked onto her eyes.