by John Dylena
Contents
Title Page
Only Tonight
Adventures at BimboCon
A Passing Grade
Up on the Stage
Filling In
The House Sitter
The Roommate
Two-Way Trip: Discovery
Two-Way Trip: Recurrence
Two-Way Trip: Addiction
Offline
Upgraded
Down the Rabbit hole
Dominated by a Demoness
The Full Moon Was a Bright Shade of Pink
My Succubus Ex-Girlfriend
Working for a Witch
Night of the Bimbo
Office Entertainer
Torn Apart: Spring Cleaning
Torn Apart: Remodeling
Torn Apart: Redecorating
New Recruit
Spice up the Night
Nowhere to Hide
My Master
CHAPTER ONE The Experiment
I - The Deal
II - A New Identity
III - Transformation
IV - Day 1
V - Last Minute Adjustments
VI - Shopping!
VII - After Dark
VIII - Lies and Promises
IX - Challenge Accepted
X - Uncharted Territory
XI - Point of No Return
XII - Loss
XIII - Revelations
XIV - The Mistress
XV - Finale
Afterword
Lipstick & Miniskirts
by John Dylena
Wyrmwood Publishing and Editing
Copyright © 2016 by John Dylena
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Disclaimer:
This story contains adult material and was not suitable for readers under the age of 18. It also contains strong language and sexual situations. Most are of erotic nature and contain graphic and detailed descriptions of sex and/or masturbation.
If you, the reader, are of legal age (18+) and are fine with the previously mentioned themed story, then continue.
Enjoy.
ONLY TONIGHT
“Best Friday night ever,” Jacob said aloud, to no one in particular. He knew that he was alone in the laundromat, but he still casually glanced around just in case someone had overheard him. His was the only machine occupied; the rest were empty. Random bits of clothing lay scattered around, mostly lost socks without their twins, though occasionally he’d find an abandoned shirt. One time Jacob had even found a bra draped over an open washer door, but that was about it. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost nine o’clock at night, and instead of going out and partying like everyone else, he sat on top of a long wooden table that stretched the length of the row of machines. Instead of being social, he waited for his clothes to dry while reading a book.
Jacob’s car wasn’t the only one in the parking lot. The laundromat was part of a complex that included a liquor store and several other small businesses, one of them being his favorite Chinese food takeout. His stomach rumbled at the thought of sesame chicken and fried rice, but the restaurant had closed just before he arrived.
Looking out into the lot lit by yellowish-orange lamps, he spotted a couple leaving the store, followed by a group of the type of guys who had driver’s licenses stating they were twenty-two, despite the fact that they looked like they were still in high school. One of them carried a large case of the cheapest beer money could buy. The others held bags that contained large bottles of the finest quality hard liquor one could get for twenty bucks.
The group passed by the homeless man that sat against the nearby wall. Jacob had seen him often while he was at the laundromat. The homeless man was mostly harmless, tending to keep to himself, often mumbling nonsense while smoking a cigarette. Jacob occasionally saw the man drinking a beer but one time he saw him munching down on a burger from the joint across the street. Just like the Chinese place and the liquor store, he seemed to be a fixture of the neighborhood.
Jacob turned his attention away from the outside world and back to the machine in front of him, but his gaze lingered on one particular washing unit. Because of the odd hours when he used the twenty-four seven laundromat, it was never full. In fact, most of the time he was the only one there. Sometimes there would be one or two other people, but it was nothing compared to what it was like during the day. The last time he was here, though, he hadn’t been alone.
He had started off by himself in the laundromat, book in hand like always while his clothes tumbled and spun, but then he’d heard the doors open and the recognizable click of high heels across the linoleum floor.
She was incredibly beautiful. Long, flowing blonde hair complimented sparkling blue eyes and an amazing body, with long legs, large breasts, and the luscious sorts of curves that threatened to haunt his dreams for days.
The woman froze when she spotted him. “Oh damn, I thought it was empty,” she said self-consciously.
“Just me,” Jacob replied as he tried to keep his eyes on his book. He came here at night because he was socially awkward and introverted. He might have looked calm on the outside, but internally he was freaking out at the thought of interacting with someone like her.
Jacob stole another glance, and that was when he saw the spill on her dress. Her very tight, very short dress. She must have come straight to the laundromat from one of the clubs downtown.
“Okay, well, don’t mind me then!”
He looked up from his book to ask what she meant by that and was greeted by a candid view of her bare back, complete with strapless bra and a thong that disappeared between the cheeks of her round, bubbly butt.
He immediately looked away and tried not to stare at the gorgeous woman stripping down to her underwear several machines away from him. She tossed her dress into the washer, and from the corner of his eye he could see her looking at him hesitantly.
“Can… can I…?” She pointed at his bottle of detergent.
“Yes, of course.”
“Thank you!” she said as she quickly poured a little of it into her machine and set the cycle in motion. They didn’t say anything more to each other, not until her dress was out of the dryer and she had wriggled back into it. “Have a good night!” was the last thing he heard from her as the clatter of her heels faded into the night.
Jacob looked back out at the parking lot and hoped to see her return, to hear her approach in her high heels, to see her saunter toward him in that low-cut dress, to see her smile with her perfectly painted lips and look at him with her sapphire eyes. The audible ding! from his machine jerked him out of his daydream. I never even got her name, he reminded himself as he opened up the round glass door of the dryer and shoveled his clothes into a drawstring bag. On his way out, he decided to stop at the liquor store to find something to drown his sorrows in.
“Uhhh…” Jacob froze when he first spotted the invader. The bright pink, lacy thong stood out in stark contrast from his otherwise dull pile of boxer briefs and socks. He wasn’t sure how to react to the discovery of the undoubtedly feminine pair of underwear. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how it even got in there. Both the washing machine and the dryer that he used were empty when he put his clothes in; he always checked.
Reaching down, he picked up the li
ngerie with just his thumb and index finger as though it might otherwise jump up and try to bite him. With his other hand, he turned it around to inspect the thin, lacy fabric. It looked brand new, completely spotless. He looked around for a moment before inching the garment closer to face. The pleasant, flowery smell of laundry detergent filled his nose.
“Well that’s a relief. At least they’re clean.”
The only problem was that he wasn’t sure what to do with the panties. The obvious answer was to just throw them away and be done with it, but for some strange reason he had a strong urge to keep them.
Jacob found himself standing in the middle of his bedroom with the underwear in hand, his fingers gently rubbing the fabric. It was so soft and delicate, and so lightweight. He remembered the woman with the stained dress and the thong she wore, the way the straps wrapped sensually around the curves of her hips. The image of her filled his mind. Jacob pictured her large breasts nestled in the strapless bra, the platform heels framing her delicately painted toes, her long, shapely legs that seemed to go on for miles…
He glanced down to find his cock tenting his boxer briefs. One of the perks of living alone was not having to worry about someone walking in on you while you jerked off, and you could also jerk off whenever you wanted and walk around with no pants on and no one would complain. He pulled his boxers off before sitting down at his computer, not realizing that he had brought the thong with him until he saw them resting on his desk next to him.
Jacob sat there in nothing but a t-shirt with his rock-hard cock and his fingers hovering over the keyboard. His gaze lingered on the panties for a moment. Their presence stirred something within him, surfacing a curiosity he didn’t know he had, a desire that he hadn’t known he wanted to fulfill. Jacob worried at his lower lip and sighed. He knew he was probably going to regret doing this after it was all said and done, but what he felt was overpowering.
His body seemed to move on its own and before he realized what had happened, he stood, stepped into the leg holes of the thong, and pulled it up to his waist. The back strip disappeared into his ass crack and he couldn’t help but laugh at how the fabric tried to, but utterly failed at, hold back his erect penis. In spite of the brief moment of silliness, he couldn’t deny how strangely comfortable the underwear were. It was also a little bit thrilling, wearing underwear made for the opposite gender. The thought sent a chill up his spine and Jacob felt his skin prickle with excitement when he sat back down.
His hands hovered over the keyboard again. He knew that he had several porn videos stored on his hard drive that he could go to and watch to help stimulate his orgasm, but the desire just wasn’t there. Instead his mind’s eye took over and the figure of a woman filled his vision. She was similar to but different from the mystery lady from the laundromat. This woman was also incredibly beautiful, with big, round tits that couldn’t possibly be real and perfect hourglass curves with a round, perky butt.
She had long, wavy blonde hair with emerald eyes and thick, hot pink lips. Porn star makeup accentuated her pretty face and fit well with her tight-fitting, hot pink dress and clear-soled platform hooker heels. In his imagination he saw her saunter toward him, hands cupping the curves of her breasts and hips swaying provocatively as she walked. She looked at him and winked before licking her full lips and turning her back. Jacob couldn’t help but stare as she lifted the hem of her mini dress to reveal a perfect ass.
Then he saw it. The woman’s thong was identical to the one he wore.
This discovery sent a wave of arousal over him and he leaned back in his chair to stroke harder and faster, moaning as he neared his orgasm. The woman winked again, gave a playful turn, and grabbed at the waistband of her thong—his thong.
She leaned forward and whispered. “You like my panties, don’t you? Do they make you feel girly and slutty?”
Jacob nodded absently as his hand moved even faster. He was so close. So very close.
“I think you look good in them.” Her tone was playful and teasing. “I think you’d look even better with a body like mine.”
“Oh fuck!” he shouted as he orgasmed. His body twitched and his hips bucked as strings of cum shot out of his cock into the tissues he held ready. The vision vanished from his mind and Jacob sat there panting and sweating, exhausted in the wake of such an intense climax. He stared up at the wall above his computer for an unknown amount of time as his cock softened and tucked itself behind the fabric of the thong.
He snapped out of the post-orgasm trance after a while and left his computer. Halfway back to the pile of abandoned laundry, Jacob found himself thinking about the woman again. It only lasted for a moment, but he was left with a pleasant warmness in his body.
Jacob looked down and remembered that he was still wearing the thong. Strangely enough, he had no desire to take it off. It felt so comfortable and he felt so sexy wearing it that part of him wanted to find a nice pair of heels to go with it—maybe some stockings, too. “I just love how stockings look on women’s legs,” he mumbled to himself.
The warmth in the core of his body pulsed. His scalp tingled a little and when he went to scratch it, he winced and let out a small yelp at the sudden and unexpected jab of pain.
“What the fuck?”
His eyes went wide when he looked at his nails. For nearly all of his life he’d had a bad habit of biting and picking at them due to anxiety or boredom, the sort of habit that he’d never really been able to break. This always left them short and messy, the complete opposite of the nails he now had. These nails were longer, stretching half an inch or so past the ends of his fingertips and ending with a rounded tip, smooth and shiny with a coat of hot pink polish.
Jacob’s hand investigated the tickle on his ear, only to discover his closely-cropped hair growing longer by the second, snaking through his fingers like a sudden waterfall of silken strands. A dull ache filled his body and he doubled over, gasping at the strangeness. It felt like his insides were rearranging themselves. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t necessarily skinny, either, so when his shirt grew loose he lifted up the hem and watched his body shift and change. His stomach flattened out and his hips widened. What little muscle tone he had on his arms vanished, and the hair on his arms and legs disappeared into his skin. His body grew silky smooth and shone as if freshly lotioned.
The prickling sensation intensified in his chest and he watched with a bizarre combination of horror and curiosity as it began to swell. The two mounds grew larger and larger, stretching his once loose t-shirt with his new breasts. “Oh my!” He moaned as his nipples pressed against the fabric, sending a strange but erotic feeling through his body.
His now platinum blonde hair reached his still-expanding mounds, the pale gold locks flowing with large, sweeping curls. With the transformation fully underway, he darted for his bathroom. With each step his breasts bounced, and with each bounce his sensitive nipples filled him with another wave of pleasure.
Jacob’s jaw dropped when he flicked on the lights and saw his reflection. The angles of his face had softened, the ever-present stubble on his cheeks and neck was completely gone, and his once thick, bushy eyebrows had become neatly trimmed and shaped. The normally thin line of his lips had swollen and given him a resting pout. He watched as the very last remnants of his brown eyes were swallowed up by emerald green.
He doubled over when the ache hit him again, the last, more subtle changes occurring while he was powerless to stop it. He gripped the edge of the countertop so hard that his knuckles turned white. The tightness and pulling shifted down to his groin and grew extremely uncomfortable, almost as if he’d been kicked. Audible moans and groans escaped his luscious lips and he squirmed as he tried to stay upright through it all.
Then the dull ache shifted to something else. He bit his bottom lip as pleasure slowly cascaded out from his nether regions, an unexpected heat filling his lower abdomen with sensations he’d never felt before. He could feel it building and building; there was a sense
of fullness and it was expanding inside of him. He slumped forward onto the counter to keep himself from collapsing just as the unexpected orgasm slammed into him like a rogue wave and his legs turned to jello.
As soon as it came, it vanished, leaving him panting and breathless. He felt strength return to his legs and something warm and wet dripping down his inner thigh. Jacob knew what it was without even looking. He stood up and lifted the hem of his shirt, too dazed by the sudden turn of events to react to the sudden disappearance of his cock with anything more than a whimper and a peek beneath the waistband of the panties. The sweat-damp fabric peeled away from his skin, viscous strands of clear cum stretching obscenely between his new cunt and the crotch of his thong. When he looked away and up at his reflection, the woman from the vision stared back at him, only instead of the mini dress, she wore a t-shirt.
He lifted his hand and the woman lifted hers. He looked to the left and the woman mirrored him. He did a weird dance—which caused his large breasts to bounce—and the woman matched his moves perfectly.
“Oh my god.” His eyes went wide. “OH MY GOD.”
The voice that escaped his plump lips was honey-sweet and sensual. It was a soft, feminine voice, the kind that caressed your ear from the other end of a phone sex line. It was the voice of a seductress, a playmate, a porn star.
Then the reflection moved on its own.
“I see you’re enjoying the body.”
Jacob blushed as he removed his hands from his breasts. “What did you do to me?”
“You remember the woman from the laundromat? She was just like you.” The woman in the reflection crawled up onto her version of the countertop and made herself comfortable before looking up at the ceiling and sighing. “She was a lonely guy. Single, and a virgin too. He was also about two hundred pounds heavier than you were. Want to know what happened after she got her dress cleaned?”
