A Day at the Beach 4         by: Paul G Jutras                PaulJutras@prodigy.net

 

"Where am I?" Lesley thought as she leaned against a floral wallpapered wall, supported by her arms. "Why can't I move my body? Got to think what happened these last couple of days."

Lesley's mind drifted back. She was working up a sweat in her pink strapless top with a push up bra, black latex pants and sneakers and white ankle socks. When the class was over, she went to the showers, undressed and relaxed as the waters caused her nipples to be stimulated.

A pair of hands came up behind Lesley and blinded her eyes. "Guess who." A male voice said as she turned around and wrapped her arms around the neck of a tall, handsome man in a green turtle neck and black pants.

"Darien." Lesley smiled as he gave her a kiss that made her feel wet. "You're not suppose to be in the ladies showers. How'd you get in here without being spotted?"

"Had myself mailed here." Darien said as he pulled out a remote from his pocket and then sat down. With a press of a button, Lesley watched as her boyfriend's body collapsed in on itself. His body shrunk and seemed to become soft velvet. She could only watched stunned as his legs dissolved and his feet transformed into a pair of six inch heels. His head took on the appearance of a head set with attached bunny ears while his neck dissolved like his legs. Soon a double of Lesley's playboy bunny costume was laying on the shower room bench.

"What's the surprise." Lesley said gleefully as she got out a pair of hose out of her locker and slipped it up over her bare sex. She hopped not to get too moist and ruin the hose. She then slipped Darien 's body up on her and stepped into the shoes. Once the ears where on, she admired herself in the mirror while she rubbed her clit and nipples so to send a wave of pleasure through both her and her boyfriend.

As Lesley walked off to the car, leaving her real bunny suit in her locker, her wiggled toes ticked Darien 's feet from the inside out as did the gentle jiggle of her breasts pressed against his body. The two were often kinky and would use the wardrobe transformer to pay for only one ticket when traveling or have the best night in bed they ever dreamed.

She made sure the control was in her purse to change him back later.

At the beach bar, Lesley wiggled her cotton tail at the male customers in hope to make Darien jealous. As one pair of guys got her attention, she walked over to the table with a big smile. "May I get you something?"

"I think you have something to offer me." Said a man in a lime green suit and red neck tie. He sat next to a guy in black leather who finished his last drink. The man in leather nodded to his partner who pretended to trip when he got to his feet. The wine spilled onto Lesley's chest, making her tits sticky to the touch. While the drink dripped down the front of Darien, she headed for the bathroom to clean.

"Don't worry dear." Lesley seemed to speak to herself as she talked to her boyfriend. "I will have you cleaned up before I need to change. Wouldn't want one of the other girls taking you home by mistake."

A woman with long red nails stepped into the bathroom behind her. She was dressed in a black body suit and high heel boots that made her look like Emma Peal from The Avengers if not from the vampire style cape. From a cape pocket, she pulled a needle and stuck it into Lesley's arm.

"Your just the type we were looking for." The woman said as Lesley felt dizzy before she collapsed on the floor. She could feel her bunny waitress costume being slipped off her body and a blue dress slipped over her head. "Can't let you be recognized as anything more than a drunk when we take you out of here."

With the sound of loud footsteps leaving, Lesley dropped her arms to her side. As she walked, she notice she was moving about on her tip toes. Lesley glanced down to see her body coated in a hard plastic that left her sexless and with marble hard breasts that didn't move to the touch.

"What's your name little lady?" A cowboy with a cloth body and a plastic painted head said as Lesley sat herself down. She raised her stiff legs up to find her knees wouldn't really bend and her toes were fused together.

"L... Lesley." Lesley said as she smooth out her red dress. She noticed she was in some little kids bedroom filled with toys. She noticed Barbie Dolls, plastic green faceless soldiers, stuff animals moving about and more. She was in shock at the idea of all these toys moving about on their own. She looked down at her own plastic body.

"Thank you for the new doll." A girl's voice said as she walked in with the woman and two men she had seen at the bar. The instant they appeared, Lesley's plastic muscles locked up again and she fell back against the doll house wall. She felt a bit air sick as the girl picked her up and carried her around the room. "Supergirl to the rescue!"

"Looks like our little experiment works." The husband said to as he cuddled with his wife. Their best friend head back downstairs to the lab where her bunny costume laid.

"Now Mr. Quark." Mr. Smith said with a smile. "If you want your wife or yourself to become human again, you'll give me the information we require."

Taking the remote from Lesley's purse, he restored Darien to normal. A pair of clamps came down on his wrists and ankles to hold him to the table. "Give me the secret formula your company been working on. That rocket fuel is worth a fortune."

Concern about Lesley, Darien saw he had no choice. The moment he told; however, Mr. Smith pressed the device again before dropping it to the floor and smashing it. "You'll make one of those other barmaids very sexy, Darien." Mr. Smith said as she packaged him and mailed him to the club. "Don't think we would of changed your girl back. That would of broken the heart of my boss' daughter to loose her newest doll."

Lesley got to learn to love her carefree life. She could move, being real and alive when no humans were in the room. When she was played with, it was close enough to being alive. Especially with a mistress that cared for her so much.

 

THE END

 

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