“Do you trust me?”

       You nodded. You did. Of course you did.

       She stood behind you, as naked as you were, one hand gently resting on your shoulder as she handed you a small potion. Deep red. Viscous.

       Your hands shook a little as you took it, pulling the cork, eagerly drinking it down.

       The potion tasted of treacle and cinnamon, warm as it filled you, lying heavy in your chest.

       The warmth filled you, suffusing your body, the magic spreading out through every inch of your body.

       Muscles relaxed, your breathing slowed, aches and tensions vanished, your whole body feeling so content and calm.

       You felt only bliss.

       You started to change, slowly at first. Red lines traced over your skin, your veins carrying the potion through your body. Tendrils of red started to spread out, running across your body like spilt ink.

       It flowed over your body, a rolling wave of metallic red latex running over your chest, over your arms, around your fingers.

       The latex soon covered every inch of your body, over every curve, into every valley.

       A tugging feeling as your new latex skin smoothed out the shape of your body, any imperfections replaced with shining perfection.

       The latex flowed over your face, through your hair, running down the back of your head, joining with the rest of you.

       You couldn’t resist the urge the run your hands across your arms, down your chest, a shiver of pleasure running across your sensitive skin.

       “Wonderful, isn’t it?” She asked. You nodded. Of course it was.

       Deep inside, you could feel the rest of your body changing, muscles and bones melting into latex. The same taste of treacle and cinnamon as the latex flowed up your throat, coating your mouth, spreading down your tongue.

       “Wow...” you gasped, the word so inadequate to describe how wonderful you felt, how beautiful your new body looked.

       “That’s not the best part,” she whispered, leaving close to you, sending a shiver through your skin, “allow me.”

       She pressed a hand against your back. No, into your back. Her warm fingers pushing into your skin, your body melting around them, covering her hand as she pushed it deeper into you.

       The feeling was so strange and wonderful, her hands effortlessly moving through you, your body flowing around her, sending ripples through your body.

       She pushed her arm down yours, pulling herself closer to you, slipping deeper inside you. You could feel your latex flesh displacing around her, see the contours of her fingers under your skin.

       Her fingers slipped effortlessly into your own, tweaking and tugging, lining up perfectly. Her fingers flexed, your own moving perfectly her.

       You didn’t dare try to resist, not sure even if you could, letting her take control of your body.

       “How does it feel, darling? Wonderful?”

       You didn’t need to reply.

       You felt a pressure on your left heel, the shape of her toes pressing into you, your skin so eager to deform and flow around her own.

       Looking down, you watched as her foot filled yours, pushing your toes outwards until they merged together, forming the perfect curve of a boot.

       Her second foot followed, pinning your own to the ground, the feeling you were totally at her mercy.

       She pulled herself closer, letting her breasts press gently against your back while she forced her ankles into yours.

       Your legs split around hers, smooth skin rippling, flowing to embrace her body. Pressing herself closer, her thighs followed, your legs echoing her perfect curves.

       She took a couple of steps, guiding your body. With each movement, you felt her tugging at your body, the pressure of her weight against the soles of your feet.

       “You’re doing amazing, darling. I just need to make a little adjustment.”

       You could feel your skin under her feet growing thicker, tougher. She lifted herself up on her toes, a flow of liquid down the back of your feet, hardening into perfect high heels.

       She turned your feet - your boots? - this way and that admiring them, admitting you. A heel dug into the carpet, a firm pressure on your feet. It felt right, somehow.

       “There, much better.”

       She reached around with her free hand, placing it on your chest, pushing back slowly.

       “Here’s my favourite part.”

       You knew what was coming, and you could feel your whole body yearning for it.

       Her body pushed into yours, your body pulling around hers.

       Flowing around her hips, enveloping her waist. You could feel every shape and contour of her body pressing into you, your body deforming to match, light shining off your shared curves.

       Her heart beat inside you, sending vibrations through you with every pulse.

       She ran her hands over her chest, smoothing you out, fingers running deep between her breasts, drawing your skin tighter around them.

       Her chest rose and fell with each breath, tugging at your own, stretching your skin.

       “Almost there, darling,” her head was impossibly close to your own, your bodies intertwined.

       Fingers brushed along your free arm, the last part of your body that you could freely move, her warm fingers interlacing with yours for a brief moment.

       She pushed her hand into your own. The beautiful, familiar feeling of her pulling your body on like a glove, your fingers stretching it around her own.

       Only your head was left.

       “Any final words?”

       You didn’t want to speak. You didn’t need to. You both knew you wanted this, to be written by her, to be hers forever.

       She shifted back slightly, stretching the latex flesh around your shoulders, pressing her face against your head.

       You felt the shape of her face, the tickle of her hair, her warm breath playing across your skin.

       A deep breath.

       She pushed her face into you, a driver rising to the surface.

       The last part of your body melted and flowed around hers, your face reshaping as it went, the back of your mouth pushed out by her own. Your senses dulled, vision growing dark, the world quiet save for her heartbeat, no feeling except the shape and heat of her body.

       She reached the surface, gasping for breath, your mouth opening with hers.

       Your skin flowed over her face, pulling back, neatly framing her features, your head a smooth hood around her own.

       Senses returned, sharing her own, seeing And experiencing the world through her eyes.

       “Wow,” she spoke, her voice echoing in your mind, “I never imagined you’d feel this good...”

       She walked over to a mirror, your body moving with hers, following every graceful motion, every bounce of her body.

       You saw her standing there, her beautiful body covered in perfect, red latex, your metallic sheen glittering across her curves. She guided your hands over her body, your sensitive skin tingling with every movement as she traced the shape of her chest, the curve of her hips, a quake of pleasure through both of your bodies as a hand slipped between her thighs.

       You lost track of how long you stood there, exploring every detail of your shared bodies, the bliss of your new form.

       “I could wear you forever,” she finally spoke, and you wanted nothing more.