Suit yourself: Tg/mtf/ bodysuit

 It was another hot summer day and living in a place without air conditioning, which ment there was little ways to cool off. Matt laid there on his mattress tossing and turning hoping just to get about thirty more minutes of sleep. The heat was to unbearable though and he got up from his bed rubbing his sweaty skin. Today was especially bad, for some reason he felt a stuffy feeling, like he was being squeezed tight. He walked to his bathroom deciding to take a shower and get on with his day.

        "Oh! That's nice." Matt groaned, feeling the cool water hit his body.
       He grabbed so shampoo and began to rub it into his hair. While he was washing his blonde hair, his finger brushed what felt like a crease in his skin on the back of his neck. His hand recoiled for a moment, confused why his skin felt raised. Slowly his hand reached back towards his neck. He felt the crease again, it felt like he had skin folded over something. Matt dug his finger under the skin and felt something metallic. Continuing to fiddled with it Matt realized it felt like a zipper. Quickly he pulled his hand away and turned out off the shower. He stepped out and walked to the mirror, water dripping off his body. Reaching back he could still feel, the crease and the metal zipper.  Turning his back to the mirror, he looks over his shoulder.           The crease went all the way down his back, ending just above his butt. He ran his fingers down the crease, feeling under the crease was metal teeth like a zipper. Matt's hand reached back up to the top of his neck, and gripped the pull of the zipper.
            "What the fuck is this." Matt said, really tempted to pull down the zipper.
         This definitely wasn't there yesterday, he thought to himself. He began to wonder if he was still dreaming, because a zipper doesn't just appear on your back. Matt pulled at the edge of the skin, thinking maybe it was some sort of elaborate makeup.
        His curiosity did get the better of him, and he reached back up to the pull. He slowly began to undo the top of the zipper, the sound of the teeth coming apart was extremely loud as it echoed throughout the bathroom. He pulled it down about three inches, staying very cautious just incase his insides decided to fall out. Looking back over his shoulder Matt could make out what looked like skin under the zipper. 
       He reached back his fingers brushing against the skin beneath the zipper. It felt like normal skin, though is was alot softer and smoother than his normal skin. He shudder, a light chill running down his body, as he continued to probe the skin under the zipper.  Matt could feel a spine just under the skin too, which caused his hand to pull out slowly.
      "What the fuck?" He whispered, his mind racing with questions.
        It was as if a whole other person was inside of him, like he was wearing some kind of skin suit. Matt slowly zipped the opening back closed, a part of him wanting to pull the zipper all the way down. He pulled at the skin in various other parts of his body. It didn't feel like he was wearing some kind of suit, he felt pretty much like his normal self.
        "This has to be some kind of dream." He said to himself.
       Matt walked quickly into his front room, his hand still running up and down the raised skin on his back. He sat down at his computer and typed body suit into the search engine. The results that came up and he  wasn't really what he was looking for. There was stuff there, like latex breast and butts you could put on your body. There was also comics and stories about women and men stepping into body suits and becoming a new person. Even though it seemed to be made up stories these really stood out to him.
         He brought his hand back to the zipper, lightly tracing it with his fingers. It doesn't make any sense though, I have never seen this zipper in all thirty plus years of my life. So how could another person be under this skin, Matt thought to himself.
          Matt shook his head, his brain starting to hurt from all the confusion. He plopped down on the couch resting his hand on his head. Slowly Matt closed his eyes, letting out a long breath out of his lips. He could feel his body start to wind down, the confusion and stress of the while situation causing him to shut down.
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   His mind went dark for a moment, nothing but silence was left. Suddenly sound filled his ears and he felt an hand shaking his arm. His eyes fluttered open, he was sitting at a table three women were situated around him. One hand her hand resting on his shoulder. Matt glanced around the room, seeing that he was now somehow it a restaurant.
          "Are you sure your okay?" The woman said next to him.
       "Yeah, just a long night." Matt replied his mouth moving on its own.
         The voice that came from his lips sounded wrong. It was lighter,  sexier. He also noticed  long dark hair in his peripheral and touching his exposed upper chest. He glanced down and was greeted by his chest bulging out, wrapped in a floor printed dress. He had breast, but for some reason it didn't freak him out. It was almost as if he knew they would be there. His smaller hands reached up and lightly poked his soft breasts.
          "Martina! What are you doing?" The woman asked.
          "Sorry Nancy. I was just lost in thought." Matt said, the words still not his own.
       "So who where you thinking about." One the other girls asked.
          "Oh. Just I guy I meet last night." Matt said, running his hand through his soft long hair.
           For some reason Matt felt great, amazing even. His body felt extremely different and he had no control over it, but he felt good. Not only good though confident, proud, and sexy. Things that Matt had always struggled with. He figured that who ever this Martina woman was must have felt all these things, so he was too.
           "Tell us all the juicy details." The last woman said, the name Ashley popping in Matt's head.
         A strange sound entered Matt's ear, a distant ringing. Martina must of heard it too because she went suddenly silent and stopped talking to Ashley, Nancy and Lauren. The ringing grew progressively louder and louder, really drilling into Matt's skull and then stopped.
         "Martina you okay?" Lauren asked.
   "Yeah sorry, still a little hung over from last night." Matt replied, pulling out her phone.
        Matt saw he had a notification from someone named Will. He pressed on the notification opening up snap chat. He saw a picture of cute guy, the one he had met at the club last night. Wait how the fuck did I know that? Matt thought to himself, looking down at the photo of Will.
      The phot said, *still thinking about last night*. Matt felt a jolt of excitement rush through his...her body. She...he let out a small giggle, and opened the Camara. He smiled seeing a gorgeous woman staring back at him. Holy shit is that her, Matt thought to himself, staring at the dark haired beauty.
        "Mmmm. Speak of the devil." Martina moaned, her friends giggling around her.
       Matt swept her...his hair back, smiling at the Camara and snapping a picture and writing, *of course baby, can't wait for more ;)*. She sent the message a thrill of excitement make her stomach flutter. Matt had really liked Will and they had been going steady for about three months.

"Wait what the fuck?" Matt said, now fully in control of her body. 

         "What's wrong Martina?" Nancy said, her hand reaching out. 

      Matt swatted it away, and got to her feet. She looked around the room frantically seeing everyone in the restaurant looking at her. She stood there glancing at everyone nobody saying anything. 

       "What happened to you Martina? Where did you go?" Lauren said.

       "What are you talking about?" Matt said, now really confused. 

       "You just disappeared when you went out with Will." Nancy said.

        "We haven't seen you in months." Ashley also said.

        "Months? What?" Matt said, backing away slowly. 

         "Wake up Martina!" Everyone in the restaurant yelled.

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       Matt awoke on the couch, cold shivers running through his body. He patted his body, feeling his flat chest and cock between his legs. Just a dream, it was all just a dream, Matt thought, running his hand through his blonde hair. His hand reach further back, feeling the creased skin on his back. Matt froze feeling the metal teeth of the zipper. 

         "Shit!" Matt groaned, fiddling with the pull of the zipper. 

       His mind began to race once more, about the dream and about the zipper. Could it be connected, he thought. Getting up again he walked to his computer and booted it up. He thought back to the beginning of the dream able to recall all of it. It felt so real, like he really was that girl. 

        "Martina..." He whispered to himself, typing the name into the computer. 

        Matt didn't really know what to expect, but nothing really came up. He sighed putting his head in his hands, slowly rubbing his temple. Matt remembered what Martina's friends said at the end of the dream. Quickly he browsed the internet to see if he could find missing persons in his area. He was surprised to see how big the list was, thinking it was going to be smaller. He began to scroll through the list of people, looking for one name in particular. A shudder passes through his body when he finds it. Martina Lewis, missing for four months. 

         "Impossible." Matt whispers, looking over the info.

         She lived about fifteen miles from where he currently lived. She was last seen leaving a bar downtown. Matt continued saw the phone number to call if you had ant information about Martina. He recognized it as his...her moms number.

        "Wait! No not my mom's number!" Matt said, quickly getting up from his chair.

      Matt didn't understand how he recognized a complete strangers phone number. Also why had he thought it was his mom, she had been dead for years. He got up from his computer and paced around the room. His hand roaming up and down the zipper. 

        Martina is inside me, Matt thought to himself. He grabbed the pull of the zipper again, tempted to pull it down and see if his theory was right. He stopped himself from doing it though, too scares about what might happen. He groaned and sat back on his couch, wondering what happens now.

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     Days went by and Matt just continued on with his life. Much to his disappointment though, the zipper remained. To Matt it really didn't make any sense, he remembered his whole life and that zipper was never there. So how did it appear and why was their some missing woman stuffed inside him.

       He was at work, going through all the transfers that had come into the ubank that day. Though he was extremely distracted, lately he had been having more dreams of Martina's life, all feeling just as real as the first. Though the dreams were leaving some kind of impact on Matt's mind. They didn't feel like dreams anymore, they were more like reliving memories. 

Matt sighed, thinking about Martina's life. It certainly was a different life than his. She was vibrant, multiple friends, a fun job. From what he had been seeing in his dreams, Martina's life was amazing. Matt didn't have a bad life, but he just felt like he was in a rut. Though that wasn't the thing that worried him, it was the fact he was starting to get confused about who he was. 

        "Alright I think I'm done." Matt groaned, getting up from his chair and turning off the work computer. 

            He made his way to his car, fiddling with the zipper on the back of his neck the whole way. Matt had been debating on if he should unzip the back of his skin and reveal what was underneath. Though he continued not too, he was worried of what was underneath. That I would erase who he is.

        When he entered his car he swore he saw the face of Martina looking back at him in the mirror. He knew it wasn't actually there, but his mind had lately been playing tricks on him. Probably due to suddenly having a whole other woman's memories shoved into his head. Matt started the car and began to drive home. 

         He passed the mall and paused, turning into the parking lot. Matt felt a sort of urge to go in, though he didn't know why. He figured it was probably the growing Martina personality in his mind. Matt had realized he now had a greater passion for fashion, his looks and diet. All things he didn't really care to much for before.

        He crept out of his car, walking up to the mall entrance. Matt slowly wrung his hands while walking through the mall, looking through the many fronts of the shops. He stops infront of a peculiar shop, a silver dress catching his eye. This I the third time this week he had come in the mall after work to look at this dress. It was Martina's size, and fit her taste perfectly.  

        Matt just wanted to buy the dress, go home pull of his male suit and wear it. Ever since learning about Martina's life, Matt had really been debating if he should just embrace it. He shook his head and walked a way from the shop and walked back towards the entrance, the image of the dress burned into his mind.

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Martina quickly checked her makeup in the rear view mirror, making sure it was perfect. She giggled looking at her reflection and hopped out of the car. She walked across the path and up some stairs and walked into a small apartment. She spotted a man sitting on the couch, looking down at his phone.

        "Matt!" She called out.

     The man looked up, looking very startled. He got up from the couch quickly and backed away from the woman. He was holding out his hands, like she was going to hurt him.

       "What's going on? How are you here?" Matt said, his hand drifting towards his neck.

      "Why won't you let me out?" She said, taking a couple more steps towards him.

        "Martina, I...I can't." Matt said, back up again. 

       "You can Matt. You know you want to. Why else would you buy that dress." Martina replied. 

     "That was weeks ago. I have moved on!" Matt shouted. 

         "We both know that's not true Matt." Martina said. "Now quit lying to yourself and become me. Let me out!"

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         Matt awoke suddenly in his bed, reaching his hand back to feel the zipper on the back of his neck. That was the 6th time he had had that dream, but the first time having it from her perspective. It had been a month now since he had first found the zipper and today was the day he would finally pull it all the way down. He decided that he was tired of being haunted by dreams of another person's life and the zipper on his back.

      "You said today was the day." Matt whispered to himself. 

        He stood in his living room completely naked. His hand tremble ad he reaches back to the pull. He slowly begins to pull it down, having to readjust his arm once he gets to his shoulder blades. He pulls it all the way down to the end, just ending at the top of his butt.

      He just stood there, the zipper no completely open. He could feel his fans air blowing lightly against his skin of his back goosebumps forming on his skin. Matt just continued to stand there, not exactly sure what to do now. He moved his arm, pulling it back toward his chest. It's was a strange sensation when he continued to pull his right arm back and the skin just went limp.

         "Holy shit!" Matt gasped, his whole right arm going limp.

       His elbow hit the teeth of a zipper, causing a tremble to run through his body. He pulled the arm all the way out, the limp male arm squashing against his chest. Matt looked over to see the familiar right arm of Martina, now emerged from the suit. He had complete control over the arm, watching the longer feminine finger clench in a fist and release. 

       "Okay let's try this!"Matt said, bringing both hands up to the back of his neck. 

        He pulled forward, his vision going completely dark briefly. Matt took a huge breath of air, dark hair tumbling into his vision. He recognized the lighter breaths causing a thrill to rush through his body. Matt's suspension were correct, Martina was hidden inside him. He pull down the skin of his old flesh, freeing his stuffy chest.

         "Mmmmfff!" Matt moaned, freeing two jiggling breast from the suit.

      The breast wobbled on his chest, as he freed his other arm from its flesh glove. Both of his new soft femine hands reached up and squeezed his breast, a jolt of pleasure rushing though his body causing his penis to become erect. 

           "Nuh! Holy shit!" Matt moaned, Martina's sexy voice coming from his plump lips.

       If someone was to see Matt now it would have looked bizarre. The empty husk of his upper half was sagging forward, while a beautiful woman was emerging from his back. Matt lightly touched the sensitive head of his penis, confused about how this whole human suit thing exactly worked. As much he wanted to jerk his penis with his new soft hands, Matt decided not to due to the increasing pressure in his back side. He put his hand on either side of his hips and pushed down. Martina's ass jiggle lighty as it emerged from Matt's flat backside. She felt her pussy twitch and quiver as the fans blowing air passed over it. 

              "I'm her. I'm really her." Matt said, pulling down her old flesh like a pair of pants. 

      She stepped out of her old body, and ran her hands up and down her body. Matt couldn't hide her excrement and ran towards her nearest mirror. She gasped seeing her reflection, Martina looking back at her. 

          "Oh my God! Look at me!" She said, looking at every inch of herself. 

        She flipped her hair over her shoulder and squeezed her breasts. Matt felt more energetic than before, a rush of adrenaline running through her.

She walked back into the main room and saw her former body lying face down on the floor. Matt was still extremely confused how all of this came to be, but for right now she didn't care. She walked into her room lightly bouncing on her feet as she did. In her closet was the dress she had been hiding for the past couple of weeks. She grabbed the glittering dress, loving the way the fabric felt in her hands. Matt had never dreamed or wanted to be a woman before finding the zipper. But soon after finding it her curiosity grew everyday.

       She pulled the dress on, feeling the fabric brush against her sensitive nipples. Just like she thought it fit perfectly, hugging all of her new curves perfectly. Matt went and grabbed her phone snapping plenty of pictures of herself. The more pictures she took though the more it made Matt think. The original plan was to see what was underneath the zipper, try on the dress, maybe jerk off. Then she would put it back on and go back to her old life.

 She sighed, really getting a good look at her reflection. She had enough of Martina's life in her head to where she could easily take over her life and leave behind his. Matt would just have to come up with some sort of story to why she had been missing for months.

        She grabbed a suit case from her closet and pulled it into the front room. She grabbed her former self and shoved it inside. For right now she wasn't going to worry about her future, just live in the moment. She put the suitcase against the wall and picked up her phone again. She scrolled through bars and clubs that were open in the area, debating on weather she should go or not. 

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      Martina stumbled out of the back of the Uber, stumbling slightly in her heels. She felt two hands on her hips as she made her way to her apartment door. Soft lips started kissing her neck causing her to moan out loud. 

          "Hurry up Martina! I want to rip this dress off of you." Claire said from behind her.

       Martina felt Claire's hand grab her breast and began to knead them, while Martina struggled with her keys. She moaned again, almost dropping her keys on the ground. Claire continued to suck and kiss her neck, while Martina picked up the keys and struggled to unlocked the door. They rushed into the apartment, Claire's hands still roaming Martina's body as they made their way into the bedroom. 

       "I'm going to go use the bathroom quick. When I come back you better be on that bed ready for me to devour your sweet pussy. " Claire growled, slapping Martina's ass.

        She squealed feeling Claire hand make contact with her rear, her pussy quivering with excitement. Martina quickly stripped out of her dress and got positioned on the bed, waiting for her lover to return. She heard the sound of the sink running and saw Claire emerge from the bathroom completely naked.

        "God Martina, you are so fucking hot. I never thought that you agreed to go out with me, this is like a dream come true." Claire said, jumping onto the bed and onto of her.

      "Mmmmmm! Baby your are so sexy." Martina moaned, feeling Claire tounge teasing her erect nipple.

        "Thank you honey. Just kinda crazy to think sometimes, that little old me is now dating the hottest girl I went to high-school with." Claire said, putting her whole mouth on her nipple.

        "Nnnnnnaaaaahhhh! Like I tell you a million times baby. You were just to irresistible at the reunion. " Martina moaned, thinking back to the event two months ago. 

      That was around the time she decided to fully embrace her life as Martina and left Matt's behind. When she did though, her weird body suit just disappeared and the world seemed to rewrite itself. She never went missing and Matt never existed. It was hard at first but she knew he was still apart of her. Case and point Claire, Martina was 100% straight, but the new Martina thanks to Matt, found women just as sexy and attractive as men.

       "Ahhhhh! Fuck baby! That tongue of yours is magic!" Martina moaned, her hands running through Claire's soft hair.

      Martina moaned loudly feeling Claire's hot breath on her moist lower lips. She wiggled and writhed on the bed, gently squeezeing her breast as Claire's began to lightly kiss her pussy. She felt Claire push one of her fingers inside her aching hole, causing Martina eyes to roll back. After becoming Martina she had quickly learned that having a pussy was the best thing in the world and Claire knew just how to get it going.

        "Oh fuck baby! Mmmmmmm! You're so good! Ahhhhh!" Martina cried while Claire sucked and licked at he sensitive folds. 

         Martina could feel Claire running her tounge up the center stopping at the her clit. Her legs shudder as a spark of pleasure shot through her body. She felt Claire begin to suck on her sensitive bean,causing Martina to arch her back as she cry out in ecstasy. 

       "Please! Oh please don't stop!" Martina moaned, 

       Martina saw stars, as Claire continued to suck and slurp her wet lips. Martina could feel the orgasm building, and by now Martina was accustomed to the feeling and knew exactly when it would hit. She grip the sheets feeling her loins exploding with pleasure, juices rushing out of her pussy and onto Claire's face. 

         "Oh my! Shiiiiiiitttttt! Mmmmmmm!" Martina moaned. 

      She brought Claire's face up and kissed her, tasting herself on Claire's lips. "Your turn." Martina moaned pushing her back.

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Martina grabbed her gym bag stopping to take a quick selfie of herself in the mirror. Today was the day, after a little over a year of being Martina, she was going to pop the question to Claire. She smiled at herself knowing that she had made the right decision. 

*I don't own these pictures*