Body Gallery 4
by: Paul G Jutras
In the beginning I was your normal school boy. I went to Universal High School. A normal high school for the year 2077 and had a pretty normal girlfriend. She had dreams of becoming a police detective some day.
"Hi Millie." I said as up to her in my blue denim jeans and jacket with a purple T-shirt. She smiled and ran her fingers through her blonde page boy hair style. Standing in a white blouse, pink jacket, jeans and one inch heels, she handed over her books while I walked to her class.
It was all the normal stuff. History on the barbaric 20th century, 4th dimensional physics and such. All the basic stuff that I was already a whiz at. Even all the classes and learning I had over the years wasn’t going to prepare me for one day after school.
"Will you do me a favor?" Millie asked with the type of smile that would brighten a super nova. "I friend told me of this store downtown that deals in specialize body suits that really help the sex lives of relationships. Would you please come and try one... for me."
I didn’t think it was at all strange for Millie to talk like that in public. We had a pretty open relationship that the whole school knew about. Even the men at the local collage envy me and the stuff I’ve done with my girl.
"Sure thing, honey," was all I replied.
That afternoon we met at a place called Body Gallery. It has several posters of different eras of body suits in history. Even those bad ones used in the early B-movies
That often made me laugh.
"Just take these forms and fill them out." The receptionist said as Millie grabbed the pad away from me and pulled out a pen.
"Let’s me do that." Millie said with a smile that made my loving heart melt. She’d always been so completely trustworthy that I just looked on as she began marking the forms.
"Did you want to be from another country or racial background?" Millie asked with a giggled.
"White and American is fine," I replied. "Do you know what P and T? is"
"Of course." Millie replied. "Don’t worry."
After the paperwork was handed in, Millie waited with the receptionist while I went and had some physical test done by the company nurse. I found a bit nervous being naked in front of the woman, and she just giggled in amusement.
"Don’t you worry dear." The nurse smiled. "I am a professional."
"The suit is ready." A female worker said as she carried in what looked like a woman after being flattened by a steamroller. I walked over and took the suit and feeling too naked to care what I was putting on.
"The suit looks great." Millie said in the doorway as I felt the unfamiliar weight on my chest and a empty void between my legs. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a real girl. As getting turned on by my own self made my crotch wet, I knew that I couldn’t get any more real if I was born that way.
"The make up and pink polish will never run or fade." Millie said as she handed me a white blouse, green vest, mini skirt and three inch heels. The body suit made my movements naturally feminine and walking in heels easy.
"You wanted me to be female?" I asked with a confused look.
"We tried every sexual fantasy ever invented but this little one." Millie said, promising me that after tonight I’ll never want to be a man again. Not that I knew I couldn’t since she marked off P on my form.
She was right that with Millie wearing a strap on dildo, being penetrated was more pleasurable that doing the penetrating. I wasn’t sure how many times I had orgasm. My nipples remained erect as she kept me constantly aroused.
Waking up the next morning, I brushed my long hair from his well sculptured face and whipped the sperm she shot into me from my cunt and upper thighs before reaching behind his neck to remove the suit.
"What the hell!" My scream shot out of the bathroom and woke Millie up. At first she was confused and then remembered our trip to Body Gallery the previous day. As I walked back into the bedroom, I saw that she was sitting up and smiling at me.
"Surprise!" Millie said as my holographic maid switched on by its timer and started to clean the room. She passed through me, but was solid enough when she wanted to when cleaning.
"The suit won’t come off!" I shouted.
"Of course," Millie smiled at me. "I think I’ll call you Nina from now on."
"I marked P instead of T." She confessed. "I always prepared girls and now you are perfect for me in body as well as mind."
As she ran a hand off my smooth thigh, I started nibbling on her ear. We dropped back in a lip lock and wrapped our hands around each other. As she fingered my slit, I felt like I was on fire without a care in the world.
"I reregistered you under the name Nina." Millie said as she helped me clean myself up. Deciding to skip the panties, I slipped up some pantyhose over my legs so that I could feel the hose against my naked pussy. Millie helped me into a bra, white blouse, blue skirt and one inch heels.
"There’s the school bus." Millie said with a smile. "Let’s get going, Nina."
I was a bit nervous getting on the bus and walking down the isle like the two roll of students were starring directly at me. Millie and I sat together on the bus and I could fell her hand run up my leg and under my skirt. She kept her hand on my hose covered slit all the way to the school.
The morning classes went quickly and without any of the guys trying to pick me up. Much to my relief. Even in this body suit the only one I cared about was Millie and she only cared about me. We walked between classes hand in hand and everyone assumed we were lesbian lovers.
It took some talking with the preacher to convince him that I was merely stuck inside of a body suit and that I was really a man. Not to mention trying to figure who was the bride side of the family to pay for the wedding. Millie and I both decided to wear a white dress, silk stockings and heels to the church. As we went off on our honeymoon, neither of us could be happier.
What I learned the hard way after the honeymoon, was that the nurse at Body Gallery had frozen some of my sperm which Millie was pumping into me on her dildo. After getting morning sickness and being tested, I found out I was pregnant.
As Millie went off to work, I was the one who enjoyed the pleasure of motherhood and being the home maker of the family.
THE END
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