MaskingBodysuits

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 6/6 Bruce had just finished having diner when the doorbell rang. Loraine and Roger, both smiling were on the other side of the door. "Loraine! Roger! Hi! Come in." "Hey Bruce." Roger said. "We don't want to be of any indisposition. We were just taking a walk and saw your light on." "No, no, it's fine. I was just thinking about you guys." "Quite a party last month. We can't thank you enough." Said Loraine in an appreciative tone. "Yeah man but next time, stop me at four drinks, that hangover..." "I'll be the one to keep an eye on him next time." She said, slightly berating her husband. "Come in, sit down. Can I offer you something? Tea, coffee, a beer?" "I'm fine." The wife said. 'Yes you are fine.' Bruce thought to himself, remembering how she looked at the party with her long blonde hair down and that nice dress she had on. "No more alcohol for me, not for a while." Roger said. "I was hoping to use your Work Sharp downstairs. My old dependable little pocket

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 5/6 Bruce and Steven were entertaining guests for Roger's birthday, one of their good friend. He, his wife Loraine and daughter Lisa were present along with about a dozen other people. "Here you go sweetie." Loraine said to her daughter's attention, handing her a glass of juice. "Thanks mom." She then turned to Bruce. "Is it true, that you have stamps from every country?" The teenager enthusiastically asked. "Almost. Some on the African continent are hard to find." "Can I see? Please?" "Hey Bruce, I need help in the kitchen." Steven asked in a bit of a loud voice from the kitchen. "Maybe later?" He nicely replied to the youngster, then becoming too busy tending to their guests to deliver. She looked a tad disappointed when she and her parents left along with the last couple. By then, Bruce had forgotten all about the stamp collection thing. The next day while they were finishing cleaning up. "Quite a party last night." "Yeah. Roger looked real happy about his

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 4/6 (short story) "Hey Bruce! We're out of, pretty much everything here!" Steven asked loudly from his house studio room from where he often worked. "Isn't it your turn to go grocery shopping?" "Yeah but I have this crazy project to finish. On a deadline. Please?" "Oh, okay then. I'll go in a couple of hours." "Dude, I'm getting hungry." Even from this far, Steven could hear Bruce sighing. "Just give me a minute to finish what I'm doing, jesh." When Bruce came outside, he noticed that Steven's car wasn't there. He then remembered him saying he was leaving it at the mechanics for a break job. At the market, he worked on filling up a long list. His hand went to get a box on the shelf when another did the same only to take it away. "Sorry." An unassuming but quite pretty young woman said. She had a cute angel face that inspired trust and a demure attitude that enforced that. "No, please." "Thanks. I've been looking all over for this." She said, looking

Mark believed he was living a life so charmed it felt like a dream he hadn't earned. His wife, Chloe, was the axis around which his world spun. She was a vision of domestic perfection, a painting of fertility and beauty brought to life. Her hair wasn't just blonde; it was a cascade of liquid gold that shimmered in the sunlight, each strand seemingly hand-placed. Her face was a symphony of soft curves and delicate features, with wide, sea-green eyes that held a look of perpetual, gentle wonder. And her body… since the pregnancy, it had become a landscape of breathtaking topography. Her breasts, once a perfect C-cup, had swollen into heavy, magnificent globes of flesh, straining the fabric of her maternity tops, the veins a faint blue roadmap beneath the pale skin. Her hips had widened, and her ass had become a full, firm, heart-shaped expanse that Mark couldn't keep his hands from. He was a man utterly devoted, a worshipper at the altar of his beautiful, pregnant wife. The truth was

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 3/6 (short story) Bruce was coming back from work, exhausted but more in need of a change than of rest. He had two long meetings where he had made sales presentations to demanding prospects who had tough questions. At least there were a few good looking women among the group but unfortunately, the circumstances didn't allow for him to even look at them much, let alone get to know them, a real bummer to his already difficult day. He dragged his feet inside to the nice smell of diner. Steven didn’t cook often but when he did, it was always good. "Steven? Steven?!" No answer. 'Odd. His car is there.' He thought, going to check on the simmering pot, stirring it a bit." "Beef bourguignon." A somewhat familiar female voice, one he couldn't quite place, said from behind him. He spun around quickly to see Sharon, the very same lovely, and too busy to be bothered Sharon from one of his meeting today, dressed exactly as earlier in a dark blue skirt suit, her long and

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 2/6 (short story) Steven quickly realized that being fully perceived as an attractive female and treated like one, was addictive. He looked at the second disguise he had started working on, thinking 'what the heck are you going Steven? A woman? Really?' ...and shrugged it off. 'No one's getting hurt and besides, I like this. It's fun!' He reminded himself how Larry and Bill were all over 'her' with their nice attention, flattered to be with such a beauty. "If only they knew." he said aloud to himself, laughing. When he had been invited by mistake to a VIP visit of the special effects department of a prestigious studio, he broke the rules and used a tiny camera clipped to his jacket lapel and recorded it all, including the make and model of the equipment they used, along with what was written on the labels of the products they used for the disguises. When he saw an ultra-realistic female mask of one of the beautiful actress, something clicked. He had to try

(MTF) The Odd Couple Part 1/6 Bruce and Steven lived together, mostly for convenience's sake. Bruce was a pretty normal guy while Steven was the actor. He had made a small fortune as a teen actor portraying a rail-thin skinny geeky kid as the face of some hamburger franchise playing stereotypical parodies that didn't make him too popular but made him a good amount of money he had the good sense to invest wisely, enough to retire on even. He could have stayed in the spotlight because he loved acting but wanted to be forgotten and took occasional jobs behind the camera. Steven had come back from an overseas four month contract the day before and had not seen his friend yet. During that time, a few packages including a really big one had been delivered. As agreed, that one had been transported in the far corner of the basement. "Hey Bruce! How you doing?" "Pretty good. How was your stay?" "Boring. I don't know why they had to go half-way around the world for this stupid project. So

(MTF) Masks-R-Us "Woh-woh-woh, what is this?" Frederick, co-owner of Masks-R-Us along with Andrew, asked the truck driver who was, with his helper, taking out a large and heavy wood crate. "This is way too big." Fred had used his own money, quite a bit, to buy the technological marvel since his associate saw no market for what this could do. "I don't know man. We just deliver. Here's the delivery slip." One of the guys said, stopping what they were doing until they either got the ok or were asked to take it back. 'Dear customer, having issues with component availability of the Series 1, we offer at no extra cost the Series 3. Should you wish to only receive your initial order, we will comply but cannot give any dates at this time. Bla-bla-bla.' Frederick, thinking business-like, initially found this might be more of a curse than a blessing because they would have to make space for it in the back part of the warehouse which wasn't its intended spot. "Okayyy, jesh... Bring it in but

(MTF) The Teacher "So, whom should I become?" Allan, seventeen, asked in a complicit tone to Michael. The boys were at Allan’s father’s workshop, sitting in front of the company’s powerful computer. "Misses Thompson!" Michael immediately answered with much enthusiasm. "Got a thing for our teacher, have you?" Allan asked, teasing. "You too?!" "I thought you'd chose her. I already have all the data I need. Want me to make a skinsuit of her?" "Think we could, em, you know, role play?" Allan instantly lost his composure. "Oh man, that would be... So cool." "In school?" "Risky but, right after class if you can unlock the classroom." "You know I can. How about tomorrow?" Michael asked, more eager than ever. "Think you're up for it?" "You?" "One way to find out. Should be fun." Allan wasn’t particularly attracted to his friend. This was a game, an adventure, but not just about sex, should there be any. That would depend on how things would play out but he did secretly want to try that out