CONTENT WARNING: This work of erotic fiction features the use of bodysuits to allow a male character to don the likeness of a female character. Other Content Includes, but are not limited to: Identity Thief/Impersonation, Both implied and non-implied acts of non-Consensual actions, and heavy themes such as racism and divorce.

Further disclaimers can be found in the description below. And with all that said, please enjoy Imposter Girl Friend.

“Come on~ It’s fine, right? We’re not in high school anymore. Isn’t that what you promised?” Victoria whispered into her girlfriend, Emily’s ear.

Emily always felt uncomfortable with Victoria’s advances. She was able to keep her from doing anything too serious through high school by reminding her that she was saving herself for marriage.

But right now, Victoria was groping at Emily’s chest as they sat together in Victoria’s room.

“I came over because you said you would help me study,” Emily said in a vexed tone. The most she’s ever expressed herself to Victoria. “You know I’m trying to become—”

“Don’t worry about that,” Victoria cut Emily off. “Mom gives me so much for my allowance. I could buy you a spot at whatever school you wanted.”

Victoria’s mother always spoiled her. It was becoming obnoxious, and Emily wanted to scream at her girlfriend’s behavior. But that wasn’t something a lady would do. It wasn’t something someone should do to their friend, let alone their girlfriend.

Victoria began sliding her hand into Emily’s top. Finally, Emily pushed Victoria away. “I-I’m going home.” Emily was doing her best not to raise her voice.

“Aw, was it something I said?” Victoria protested, but Emily ignored her and quickly escaped downstairs to the front door, only to bump into a friend of Victoria’s brother, Rodger.

Rodger was terrifying for Emily to look at. He existed in complete contrast to her.

Emily was short with pale ivory skin. She had a very petite build, though she was more well-endowed than Victoria. She wore a white one-piece with a large green ribbon just under her 26F-cup bust. Her hair was long and black, and her eyes glimmered like sapphires.

Emily had a delicate air about her. She looked like the epitome of innocence.

Conversely, Rodger was tall and rugged with a muscular body and dark chocolate skin. He had a scruffy face and always wore a big grin. His hair was short and permed, and his eyes were a light brown.

Rodger's shirt showed off his muscular physique fitting tightly around his arms, chest, and ripple abs.

He carried himself in a rather unscrupulous manner.

His 6’11” towered over Emily’s 5’6”. It was scary for her to look up at his face. As such, she stared only at the floor, hoping he would leave before her.

But if I wait too long, Victoria might come after me, Emily thought.

“Heading home, Emily?” Rodger's voice was deep and bombing. She could feel it reverberating against her sensitive ears.

Emily didn’t know how to say what she was feeling and could only nod.

“Alright, I’ll walk you home then.”

It was a long walk through the park to get to Emily’s house, and because she wore mid-low heels, she couldn’t walk too quickly either. The heels had a green flower on the strap around her ankle. It went well with her one-piece, which wasn’t originally a problem when Victoria came to pick her up in her Camero.

Despite the long walk, Rodger continued walking with her, not walking ahead or telling her to hurry up. He continued to walk alongside her with his devious grin.

When they finally entered the park, Rodger broke the silence.

“Did you have a fight with Victoria?”

Emily didn't respond, but she couldn't ignore his question.

Was that what that was? She thought to herself. She rarely doubted Victoria in the past, but lately, especially since graduating high school, she's begun to worry if her girlfriend truly cared for her or if Victoria was only interested in Emily’s body.

"That mother and daughter. They think they can have whatever they want because they have good looks and lots of money. You should break up if you two aren't working out."

Brake up? But wouldn't that be selfish of me?

Victoria's given me so much... It wouldn't be a problem if I didn't go to college. Victoria said my art isn't that great anyway. And my writing wasn't something worth reading.

Victoria never wanted to read anything I wrote. Emily continued to put herself down, defeating her will to resist.

"I'm not sure if you heard it from Victoria's room, but I was actually kicked out. Apparently, Ms. Worthy doesn't think I'm too worthy of being in her home, let alone hanging out with her son. I'm not allowed to go back there anymore, but don't think I'll let that stop me."

Rodger continued talking about various things. Some of those things were stories, some of them advice directed at Emily, but what stood out the most to Emily was his bold and somewhat stubborn attitude. If he wanted something or to achieve something, he found it in himself to do it.

Emily felt her chest tighten. She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She had to say something, anything. Otherwise, her words would never be able to escape again.

It wouldn't be much longer until they reached the end of the park. Her home was just a couple blocks after. If she arrived home without saying anything, 'I'll lose my voice forever.' She thought.

Anything, she had to say something.

"How," Emily's breath shook as she tried to speak but quickly hesitated.

"So you can speak after all. I was starting to think you were like Ms. Worthy and didn't want to talk with someone who was black."

"What?! I-I would never be such a person! D-does Ms. Deina truly feel that way?" Emily couldn't believe what Rodger had just casually said. Emily became flustered and thrown off her train of thought. She couldn’t believe what she heard.

Was Ms. Deina… was I being…? Emily had been given so much to think about in just this single walk.

Rodger just laughed. "Yeah, it's still real. But that's nothing I'm not already used to. Oh, but what were you about to say?"

Emily was taken slightly aback. What was she going to say? She felt she had much to say but could only think of a few words. She didn't want to believe in her doubt.

"Just say whatever's on your mind. I can assure you I'm not just physically tough. I can handle a few words." Rodger made his way to a stone bench that curved around the ring of a lily garden. With his large hand, he pats the spot next to him, inviting Emily to sit.

Emily hesitantly took a seat next to him.

She told him her story, the story of Emily and Victoria.

Emily met Victoria when they were still in middle school. Victoria seemed so incredible at the time. She outperformed many of the other students without even trying. She never studied and had the charisma to get her whatever she wanted. That's when she laid her eyes on Emily.

Victoria's outgoing personality captured Emily. It was as if being with her was an adventure. Thinking back on it, Victoria wanted to touch Emily's body back then, too.

Victoria would always pass it off as a joke, and she wanted to believe Victoria respected Emily's decision to save herself for marriage. She continued to convince herself that it was true.

Emily wasn't a fool, but she had continued to fool herself anyway. Victoria was her friend, or so she thought. She allowed Victoria to trample over her dreams, her wants, her thoughts, and so much more.

"Reminds me of how my Pops ended up leaving my Mom."

Rodger's parents divorced when he was young. His mother just wanted his father for the money he made in engineering. His father had to fight tooth and nail for custody. His mother only fought for custody to make things hard for Rodger's father.

"I know you never asked for my opinion, but I’ll keep saying it. You should break it off unless you wanna end up like my old man."

Emily wanted to, but she didn't know what to do. What would Victoria do if she tried to break up with her? She felt trapped. "What should I do?" she said meekly. The words fell out without her even thinking.

Rodger stroked his five o'clock shadow as he seemed to be considering something.

"I might have a plan."

Those words echoed through Emily's head as if they were the hymn of angels. She looked up at Rodger, eagerly waiting for him to continue.

"Ah, well, it would probably be easier just to show you.”

***

Emily found herself in Rodger's home.

"I'm home," Rodger announced.

"Welcome home, hun!" Came a high-pitched and cheery voice.

Emily was confused for a moment. She thought it was just Rodger and his father, but the person who came to greet them was a young woman, probably in her 20s, with creamy smooth, chocolate-colored skin, a gorgeous face with high cheekbones, pearly white teeth, and lovely red eyes. She had just come from the kitchen and wore an apron over a blouse-skirt combo. She was also holding onto a spatula.

"You brought home a friend? And a girl, no less. I can see my little man's finally all grown up." The woman said in a teasing tone. As far as Emily could tell, she was a charming and kind woman.

"Come on, don't be like that, Po—" The woman quickly cut Rodger off by pointing the spatula to his face.

"I told you, call me Daphnee! Especially around others."

"Right, about that," Rodger explained to Daphnee Emily's situation and that he wanted to use the lab in the basement. Daphnee turned her attention to Emily with a certain eagerness as a smile crept along her face. It looked much like the same unscrupulous grin Rodger would make.

Rodger and Daphnee, who Emily could only think was his stepmother, guided her down to the basement. It was filled with equipment that Emily had only seen in sci-fi and anime. Computers were hooked to other devices, with vats feeding into other large cylinders. Cameras and other recording equipment were set up around the room.

"Welcome to my lab!" Daphnee excitedly exclaimed. Her arms were stretched out as she did a spin, showing off her workspace.

"Your lab? I thought this was Rodger's father's. Are you a scientist, too, Ms. Daphnee?"

"Please, just call me Daphnee... When I look like this, at least."

Daphnee ran her fingers around her neck until her well-manicured nails found a seam that Emily couldn't have noticed before. Daphnee continued to work her fingers under the seam and into her neck.

Emily was horrified at what she was looking at.

Daphnee's face continued to distort as her eyes became hollow and her moth pulled ajar. That's when Emily noticed another set of lips under the ones that were being twisted and tugged. Soon Daphnee's entire head came off, thanking it free by pulling at her hair.

Emily couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Daphnee continued to stand in the middle of the room. From the neck down, it was still the same Daphnee that introduced herself to Emily earlier. But the person whose head was on top could never have belonged to such a stunning woman. He had brown tired-looking eyes and sagging skin from smoking and age. His hair was balding at the top, and his thin beard matched Rodger's.

Rodger's father gave Emily a big yellow-stained smile.

Rodger brought his hand to his face and sighed, knowing what would naturally come next.

Emily screamed and then passed out.

***

"Was that really necessary, Pops?" Rodger asked while picking up Emily and placing her on a sofa.

"I told you to call me Daphnee, and I figured this would be faster than explaining." Rodger's father answered while putting his mask back on.

His voice was gruff and raspy from too many cigarettes but slowly changed as the mask righted itself. Soon there was only the beautiful voice coming from an equally beautiful woman.

"We're going to have to wait until she wakes up,"

"It'll be fine. We can start now." Daphnee reassured her son while bringing her lab to life.

"We don't even have her permission yet." Rodger protested.

Daphnee had already shimmied Emily's dress off, leaving her in her shoes and rather sexy underwear. Rodger could stop looking at the lily design on the lace. Yes, that was what he was looking at. Not how stacked her breasts were or how voluptuous her hips looked without the one-piece.

It wasn't long until Emily was left completely nude.

Rodger gathered Emily's clothes, folded them, and placed them on a table for later while Daphnee went to work.

It wasn't long until Daphnee handed Rodger a lifelike bodysuit of the young lady still fast asleep on the sofa. Rodger knew this was his idea, but now that he was actually holding the bodysuit of such a beautiful young lady, he could feel his heart racing and a strain against his pants as his erection was forced to travel down one of his pant legs.

"Oh my, someone's excited," Daphnee said in a sultry and teasing tone. "You'll love it even more once you put it on. It's more advanced than the one I'm wearing and comes with many features now that I was able to use a live sample."

"Please don't call people samples." Rodger’s father wasn’t a bad person, but forgiveness was easier than permission when it came to his experiments.

"Anyway, just hurry up and put it on. I can't wait to see how it's turned out!" Daphnee was having trouble containing her excitement. And while Rodger didn’t want to admit it, so was he.

Rodger hid his embarrassment and placed the mask next to Emily's clothes. He didn't want his father leaning that he was excited about this. Rodger's always dreamed of being able to experience life as a lesbian, and he was literally holding that opportunity in his hands.

He started removing his clothes before remembering his father was still in the room. Shooting a glare at her, Daphnee smiled and sauntered back up the stairs. Rodger could then disrobe in peace, save for Emily possibly waking up at any moment.

Rodger opened the seam along the back and slid his tree trunk-sized leg down the leg of the bodysuit. It compressed tightly around his leg and began to stretch as he pushed his foot deeper. He tugged at the leg of the suit, and it felt like he might tear it, either from the pulling or from stretching the material. But he soon had his first foot in, and with a wiggle of his toes, his foot became smaller as he aligned his foot with that of the suit.

He slid in his other leg and pulled Emily's wide hips up to his, and the bodysuit worked its magic. Rodger's point of view lowered as his legs became smaller. He could feel the suit tightly compressing his legs while, at the same time, he could feel the cold basement floor with Emily's soft and delicate feet.

The bodysuit then compressed into his hips. He could feel the smooth material mounting to him as his hips stayed as wide as Rodger's body was already incredibly large, but everything else became smaller as his toned ass became plump and round.

From the front, the suit pushed against his crotch. His dick was already hard and leaking precum from just being naked with the bodysuit. He could feel his testicles tucked and pressed inside the bodysuit while also feeling his new feminine flower bloom. He could almost feel what Emily would feel if she were aroused, but it wasn't finished yet.

Rodger held the bodysuit's torso up, the neck came to just below his chest, and the head of his dick lined up with Emily's cleavage. He had to resist the urge to pump his dick and release himself from its throbbing. Daphnee wouldn't wait forever, and Emily was still on the sofa.

Rodger stretched the torso of the suit so he could bring its shoulders up to his own and start sliding his arms into them. The seam behind him started to seal as he matched each of his large fingers to Emily's dainty and perfectly manicured ones. Finally, the seam along his spine sealed itself up to the base of his neck, and his body began to shrink, conforming to Emily's petite proportions.

The breast of the suit filled itself, and Rodger's manhood was compressed between the inside of Emily's flat stomach and his toned abs. As the large teardrop breasts reached their full 26F-Cup weight, they hung from Rodger's chest, and his sensitive nipples became his new erection. His dick was nowhere to be seen, and his flower was in full bloom, dripping with nectar.

All that was left was the mask. Rodger had to be careful with the hair, holding the mask upside down and letting it cascade down. He leaned his head forward and pulled the mask over it. He lined the nose first, and light quickly returned to him as the eyes matched his. Next was the ear and her lips. They felt so plump and weighty as he felt his face changing.

The bodysuit completely sealed itself, and after slowly blinking a few times with each blink, he could feel her long lashes, and his eyes changed to the glimmering sapphire gems Emily had. Rodger saw the world around him in the same colors Emily did. He could hear the same sounds she would hear. He could still feel his throat, but simultaneously, with each breath, he could feel the same throat that produced Emily's lovely voice.

Rodger took a deep breath and prepared himself. He wanted his first words as Emily to be special, something he would never forget. Finally settling on the words Rodger—

"Are you done yet?" Daphnee shouted as she walked down the stairs. Her heels clacked with each step, having decided to put shoes on at some point.

"Aahhh!!!" Rodger let out a high-pitched squeal, unlike the earlier scream Emily made. "Dad, what the hell?!"

"I told you to call me Daphnee. Honestly, kids today."

"Don't give me that. You scared the shit out of me." Rodger said in a coarse tone that was made almost delightful with Emily's soothing voice.

"Easy now. Is that how the real Emily would talk? Even with the bodysuit's abilities helping you mimic her muscle memory, you'll still need to work with her to get it down perfectly."

The real Emily start to rouse from all the shouting. Slowly opening her eyes, she was shocked at the sight before her.

"W-why is there another me over there? And why is she naked?" Emily then looked down at herself, "Why am I naked?! Why are there two of me, and why are we both naked?!"

She quickly looked around, trying to understand what was happening, when she finally noticed Daphnee and remembered what she wanted to believe was a dream.

"What is going on?!!!"