Soma was done with classes for the spring semester. He had had a light load, and was already done with his only final. Finished with all of his schoolwork, he had moved onto his summer activities. He and his girlfriend, Sophia, had recently spent their fifth anniversary together, in which she had introduced him to the wonderful world of skinsuiting. While Soma had initially been quite scared and intimidated by the strange capabilities allowed to them through these strange outfits, he quickly warmed up to them, and he and Sophia had spent many a day fooling around with them, being other people: male, female, both, neither, and anything else that they could think of.
Instead of going home for the summer like he usually did, Soma had decided - with Sophia’s permission, of course - to move in with his girlfriend. He felt that not only was it fitting to live together considering how far they were in their relationship, but that it would also allow them to have more fun with Sophia’s skinsuit collection. He was in the process of unpacking his boxes in their shared room.
“So, that’s all of my clothes unpacked. What’s next?” Soma pondered aloud. He grabbed another one of the many large cardboard boxes that were lying all around the room. “Ah, where are those scissors again?”
He looked around the room for a brief second before spotting them on his dresser. After cutting the tape that kept the boxes shut, he peeked inside. Within laid a bunch of notebooks, a lab coat or two, some safety goggles, and a few other supplies he had been given. This summer, besides moving in with Sophia, he was beginning an internship at her parents’ company, Herbst-Visser Medical & Information Technologies. Although they weren’t a household name, they were the leading company in medical-surgical supplies and had a very competent subdivision which dealt with lab testing and pharmaceutical work. He was proud that his good grades had landed him a relatively prestigious internship, although he wondered how much nepotism had come into play. As Soma was hanging up his lab coats with the rest of his shirts and tops, he heard the front door unlock.
“Good afternoon!” Soma yelled. “How did your Genetics final go?”
After hearing no response for a minute or two, he decided to check on her. He entered the apartment’s main room and saw Sophia slouched over on the couch, her school bag tossed aside with papers and folders falling out. She didn’t look very good, her ordinarily neat, bubblegum pink hair was a mess and her mascara was running from her tears. She was sobbing quite loudly.
“Oh no!” Soma ran over to her quickly and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. “Aw, I assume it went poorly then?”
Sophia gave a nod while sniffling.
“Mm, I’m sorry, Soph.” He patted her head gently. “Is there anything I can do for you? Y’know, make your favorite food, tuck you in for a nap with some stuffed animals, take you out somewhere special, anything like that? Although I don’t know, your taste is kinda expensive, I don’t think I even know your favorite food, anyway. I could try though! Does any of that sound good? Or is there anything else you want?”
“No, but thanks, dear” she weakly said.
“Oh come on, I have to do something. It hurts me to see you like this, Soph. I want you to feel better. I mean, do you know what grade you got in the class at least?”
“I think I may have gotten a C, but still, I did so well the whole semester just for my final to tank my grade. It fucking sucks! Plus, it’ll hurt my GPA!”
“Well, at least you passed. I know it hurts to have your GPA lowered, but I doubt doing bad in one class will ruin your future.”
“That’s easy for you to say! You just got into an internship most people in your major could only dream of!”
“Listen, dear, my future aside, you are almost guaranteed to be the head of an important corporation someday. Your parents love you and they’ve expressed interest in having you succeed them someday. Regardless of how well most people ever do, you’re already going to have a better job and future than 99.9% of them in your 20s and 30s.”
“Waaaaaaagh! Don’t remind me of that! It just makes this all worse! It’s so stressful! And sometimes I just wanna do my own thing and not live in their damn shadow!”
Soma sensed that he’d hit a bit of a nerve on Sophia and thought it best to not push her anymore, but then he came up with an idea that might help.
“Y’know what,” he said, “I’ll be back in a bit, there’s one last thing I want to try to help you get over this.”
He got up from the couch and walked to their bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Sophia just stared, bewildered as he completely disengaged from the situation.
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After about five to ten minutes of waiting, Sophia thought to get up and enter their room; being preoccupied with your own sadness can only occupy you for so long, after all. As she rose from the couch, the door opened a crack and a light blue eye peeked out. Confirming that Sophia was still in need of care, Soma braced themself, opened the door fully, and awkwardly huddled out into the main room, showing off their new form.
Standing before Sophia was a petite girl, probably a year or two younger than she was. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in braids and wrapped around to form a tight bun. She had a thin, pale face with high cheekbones, large blue eyes, a narrow chin, and cute, red, pursed lips. She was the same height as Sophia, around 5’5”. Adorning her slim body was a black and white maid uniform, not intended to be sexy, but rather pretty and practical; although she did wear a choker. She did a pirouette, the skirt of her uniform billowing out as she spun. She then held out her hands, which appeared to have clothes within.
“Hello, master!” she exclaimed. “Since I heard you crying, I thought I’d bring something to cheer you up! Here! Take it!”
Sophia stepped forward and took the objects from her hands. She took a close look at what she’d been given. In her hands were a suit, well tailored, with a handsome, white undershirt; some dress pants, the exact same shade of black as the suit; a belt; some boxers; and lastly, a skinsuit, apparently male.
“Soma, dear.” Sophia said. “Listen, I’m not in the mood for some kinky roleplay or anything like that. I know we often get up to weird stuff, but not now. I’m too sad for this, and I doubt any sex will cheer me up.”
“No, no, no. I don’t intend for any sexual stuff. Not now at least. I just want to give you a way to escape your life and take a load off. You can be someone else, and have your adoring maid take care of you. Forget about being yourself, just step into someone else and let me dote on you. You didn’t just get a C in your Genetics class; you’re a rich and successful businessman who’s just come back from a busy week and wants to relax. Does that sound okay?”
“Hmm. Sure, I’ll entertain your idea. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I appreciate the effort and I’ll let you at least humor me.”
She sat the clothes on the couch and took the skinsuit. She asked her maid to turn around as she changed, for privacy, then took off her clothes. Instead of any odd way of entering, like the anus or urethra, she merely opened the seam along the back and stepped her legs into his. She lined up her feet, then rolled it up her legs, up to her crotch, where the genitals synced up with her own. She stuck her arms into the sleeves, pulled the chest tight to her own, and pulled the head up, covering hers.
As the transformation completed, the seam sealed and he regained his balance, suddenly a good seven inches taller than he used to be. He moved to look in the mirror, wondering what his new appearance was. He was quite handsome, with a chiseled jawline, warm brown eyes, light, peppery stubble, and short, dark brown hair. He noticed that the penis he now owned was rather large for an average man and questioned whether Soma was being honest about not having any sexual intent.
Regardless, he began to get dressed, slipping on his boxers. He noticed they were quite roomy. He still wasn’t quite used to wearing male underwear despite spending many a day as one. He put on his pants and fastened his belt tight around his narrow hips. As his arms entered the sleeves of the undershirt, he realized that he was quite muscular, the sleeves barely fitting. As he buttoned up the shirt, he felt that it was quite tight and he could see the shape of his defined abs sticking through. Lastly, he put on the suit jacket. It fit him quite well, accentuating his muscular figure and broad shoulders.
“Soma, I’m ready, you can turn around now.” he called out to her.
The maid turned around and gasped. While she had expected him to be handsome, after all, she had picked out the suit, he was breathtaking.
“Oh my god! You look so great, master Lucien!” she told him excitedly. “Such a dapper man deserves special treatment, especially after such a busy week! Here, lie down, lie down!”
She pressured him into reclining on the couch and unbuttoned his jacket.
“So Lucien’s my name?” he thought. “Soma must’ve really thought this scenario out.”
“Take a load off, let me take care of you!” she persuaded him enthusiastically. “Oh! I don’t think I’ve told you my name yet! I’m Claire, your newest maid! It’s a pleasure to be working for you, sir!”
At this point, Lucien was a little creeped out, but he decided to let this keep going wherever Claire wanted it to go. He was exhausted after all, and did appreciate the care, even though the method was a little abnormal.
Claire went off and fetched a few things as he relaxed: a beer from the fridge; some chips; a hand fan; a razor, shaving cream, and a wet towel; and the Nintendo Switch from their room.
“Here you go, master!” she said, setting down all of the supplies on the coffee table. She opened the beer and the bag of chips and handed them to him. “I hope you like them!”
As he ate and drank his snacks, she unfurled the hand fan and began to cool him down.
“So master, what are your plans for this weekend?” she asked eagerly. “Anything fun? Hanging out with the boys? Going on a date? Anything like that?”
“Well, uh… I’m not sure. I suppose I’ll just hang out here and take some time for myself. I might go on a date, I don’t know.”
“Ooh! Who’s the lucky lady?! Or gentleman, I don’t judge.”
“Claire, I really feel awkward talking about this,” he said, blushing, “could we maybe switch the subject?”
“Ah, sorry, just curious. It’s fine, I didn’t mean to pry.” A bit of time passed in silence as he snacked and she fanned him off. “So, I noticed that you have a bit of stubble; would you mind if I gave you a shave? Or is that intentional?”
He was taken aback, after all, he had never had to shave his face in his life. It was a new concept to him, and he was somewhat curious about it.
“Sure,” he affirmed, “that would be wonderful. I didn’t have time to shave this morning, so I’d appreciate it if you could do that for me.”
Glad that Lucien was beginning to get into the swing of their little roleplay, and glad that he seemed to be forgetting about his poor final, Claire perked up and sat the fan down. She began to lather up the shaving cream in a small bowl. She had tried to shave this way once after seeing a few videos, but she just didn’t have enough facial hair, nor the skill to pull it off. Regardless, she hoped that she could do better this time.
She wet his face and began to apply the cream, making sure to cover every spot. It was a new experience, shaving someone else, and she tried her best not to nick him as she gently pulled the razor across the skin. Lucien sat back, relaxed, and let her take care of the work.
“This is nice,” he thought, “certainly worth letting her do.”
When the shave was at last finished, Claire laid the towel on his face. It was a bit lukewarm now that it had been sitting out for a bit, but Lucien didn’t seem to care. She handed him the Switch.
“Here! I noticed that there are a few games on here, I hope you have one you’d like to play on there right now.”
He graciously received it and turned it on, beginning to play something or other; Claire couldn’t tell what exactly. She turned around and walked into the kitchen, rummaging around for a few things.
“Well, while you do that, I’ll prepare something for dinner.” she told him. “What are you in the mood for, master?”
“Well, honestly, I don’t know. Surprise me. I’m sure whatever you make will be fine.”
“I mean, sure, I suppose. I’ll try my best.”
She set about making dinner, rustling through the pots and pans and getting out all the ingredients she needed. It took a while to cook, but after fifteen or so minutes, Lucien began to notice a savory scent beginning to waft around the room.
“What are you making? It smells delightful.” he asked her.
“Ah! It’s a surprise, like you wanted. No looking until I’m done, okay? It’ll be a few more minutes.”
“Oh, fine. I suppose that’s fair.”
Claire returned to her cooking and began to sing. It was nothing specific, just little tunes that sounded nice to her. Soma wasn’t good at singing, he never had any musical training, after all, yet Claire had a beautiful voice; Lucien found himself quite enjoying it as he played his game.
At last dinner was ready, and Claire beckoned Lucien to sit down at the table. She had decorated the table and made it a bit nicer than it usually was, with a tablecloth, nicer plates and cutlery, and some cloth napkins.
“Well, master, I hope you’re hungry!” she declared, walking over with a pot of food. “I’ve cooked something that I hope you’ll like!”
She sat the pot down on the table, with a heat protection pad underneath. She tucked one of the napkins into Lucien’s shirt to act as a sort of bib, then began to serve him a plate.
“I made rigatoni with spicy vodka sauce, from scratch!” she announced, proud of her cooking. “I hope it’s to your taste, master! Bon appetit!”
Lucien dug into his food, devouring it in a rather undignified way. He hadn’t eaten all day because he was studying for his final, so he was quite hungry. It may have just been his empty stomach, but it was delicious. When the plate was halfway eaten, he realized something was off.
“Dear, aren’t you going to eat with me?” he asked. “You spent all this time making the meal and you’re not even enjoying it.”
“Don’t call me dear right now. And no, I have to clean up. Please, this is about you right now, don’t worry about me.”
“I mean, I feel bad ignoring you. As your master, I ask you to eat with me. Please?”
“Okay, I can’t ignore an order. But still, this isn’t very fitting of our roles.”
They ate together, chatting cordially as the night grew deeper. Claire was proud of her cooking, although even as Soma she was a rather competent chef. As it neared ten, Lucien announced that he was tired and felt a lot better. He thanked Claire for the meal and went off to bed. Claire continued cleaning up, trying not to make much noise as she washed the pots and pans.
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It had been maybe half an hour when Claire finished cleaning up her cooking. Not yet tired, and wishing for a bit of satisfaction, she snuck into their bedroom to see whether Lucien had fallen asleep yet. Sensing that he was deep in slumber, she opened up their closet and took out the collection of sex toys, selecting a vibrating dildo. Carefully treading so as not to wake Lucien, she went out to the main room and laid on the couch.
She hiked up the lower part of her dress and pulled down her panties, exposing her cute, shaven slit. She turned on the dildo, which began to let out a little hum, and moved it in circles against her clitoris. The soft vibrations gave her pleasure, and she began to squirm, letting out little gasps. As she pleasured herself more, she felt her pussy getting wetter, until she was so aroused that she needed to be filled. She plunged the dildo deep inside her, letting out a loud moan. She attempted to stifle it with her other hand, so that she wouldn’t wake Lucien, but she wasn’t sure how effective that really was.
As the vibrating dildo tickled her insides, she began to breathe harder and let out more and more moaning. The door to their bedroom opened gently as she felt her vaginal walls tense up.
“What is going on out here?” Lucien asked groggily, blinking a bunch as his eyes focused in the dimly lit room.
“Ah! Master! I’m sorry!” were the few words Claire could get out as she came, her fluids running down the length of the dildo. She wasn’t quite embarrassed by the compromising situation that Lucien had found her in and instead sprung forward, hanging off of the edge of the couch as she pulled the false dick out of her. She glance up at him, bat her eyelashes, and said in a cutesy voice:
“Master, fuck me! I need your thick cock inside of me! Please! I desire you so much!”
Taken aback by the sudden offer of sex just after he had awakened, Lucien took a moment to sort everything out in his head. After a short pause filled with sexual anticipation, he smiled and answered:
“Of course. But only if you do exactly what I say.”
“I will, master. Please, anything, I just need my primal urges satisfied!”
Lucien dropped his pants, revealing his cock, already erect from Claire’s pleas for sex. Claire stripped out of her dress as quick as possible, while Lucien unbuttoned his shirt. Lucien hadn’t seen her naked yet, and was surprised at her elegant physique. While all of their skins were attractive, she had a lithe form that was well complimented by her relatively small breasts and ass. He walked forward and planted a kiss upon her cheek, leaning down to do so, before pushing her down onto her back.
“Master, please, I can’t wai... “
She was silenced by him as he began to make out with her. Despite their facades, it was passionate and real, and it carried on for at least a minute before they separated. They let out their breathy gasps, heartbeats elevated. Lucien held up her hands to her cheeks in an unfittingly feminine way for his current guise and began to speak.
“Breaking free of this little roleplay you’ve put together, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me today, Soma. It’s awfully kind of you to drop everything you were doing and just devote the rest of your day to me, just so I’d get over some dumb test. Thank you so much! Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I can continue with our little dom/sub thing going on here. Seriously, though, where did all of this lust come from? I’ve generally started most of our sexual activities before.”
“Well, to be honest, we haven’t been doing much in the last week or two because you were studying for your finals, and using skinsuits has brought my courage and sexual appetite up. So I suppose I was just really horny and saw an opportunity. Anyway, can we just get back to… ah!”
She was silenced as he stepped on her chest.
“Suck my toes, servant!” he declared. “And then we’ll see whether you are worthy enough of getting master’s cock!”
A little confused for a second, Claire apprehensively began to suck on his toes, not quite sure what to do. Neither of them really had a foot fetish or anything, so this was unfamiliar territory for the both of them. Lucien just thought it’d be something fun to mess with Claire and went for it. Claire began to work her tongue between the toes and licked all around, trying to cover every bit of skin as well as she could. After a little while, she was forcibly stopped as Lucien grabbed her bun and made her look into his face.
“You’ve done well enough, I suppose. But do you really want master’s cock? Do you need it?” he interrogated her.
“Yes! Please! I need to have it! I-I can’t live without it! Just a little bit, that’s more than enough! Just give me it already!”
“Well, if that’s what you want, then suck it. Master’s still not quite in the mood, I’m afraid, so his little servant should help him, right?”
Claire eagerly rolled off the couch and sat on her knees. Without any further prompting, she grabbed his dick (which was rather hard, despite his words) and began to lick it up and down, tracing circles around the glans with the tip of her tongue. Lucien always enjoyed this; she had never been very good at blowjobs, yet Soma had shown a surprising talent with them once Lucien began to have a penis more often. Soma also seemed to enjoy giving them as much as Lucien enjoyed receiving them, so it seemed to be a good time for both involved.
After a little bit of licking, Claire opened her mouth wide, taking his rather large dick in her oral cavity. She bobbed up and down, just blowing the first few inches of his cock. He let out a soft moan from the stimulation.
“Come on, servant! You can do more than that!” he commanded as he placed his hands on her head.
Claire was one step ahead of him however, and was just beginning to go down further on his dick, taking it in full. However, instead of bobbing up and down at his crotch, he just held her there unable to really do anything. Her tight choker was beginning to near the end of its limit as his almost monstrous cock stretched out the circumference of her neck. She could do nothing but pay attention to the breathing of her master, which had become quite loud and heavy until he at last came.
The throbbing of his cock caused the choker to break with a snap, causing Lucien to mix the emotion of surprise into his orgasm face. On the other hand, Claire’s eyes were rolling back, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being used as an object for her loving master.
Lucien pulled Claire off of his length, but she just scrambled back to continue fellating it. He let out a little laugh, and spoke.
“Servant, you’ve earned your reward. Now, turn around, so that he may give it to you.”
She eagerly planted her face and chest into the couch, bearing her cute derriere to Lucien as her pussy dripped with moisture, practically begging to be fucked.
He took little time in waiting and plunged his erect cock into her. She immediately let out a scream of pleasure.
“Yes! Finally! Thank you master! Your cock, it’s so~ good!”
He began to pick up speed, thrusting in and out of her moist pussy; the sound of wet slapping began to grow louder, filling up the room.
Frankly, Lucien found Claire’s moaning a little obnoxious, but he permitted it, as he had toyed around with her for a while before this. To take his mind off this, he gave her small ass a slap or two, watching it jiggle a bit while he enjoyed the feelings on his dick. Every time he slapped her ass, she seemed to cum. Lucien was a little jealous, when he was a girl, he never got off this easily.
“Soma must really like being a sub, I guess.” he thought to himself. “I never knew, but it makes sense, I suppose.”
After pounding her a bit, he found himself ready to relieve his last load of the night.
“Claire, prepare yourself, I’m going to cum!”
“Ahh! Give me it all!! I want to, unnh, have your children!”
Finding a weird, newfound sense of arousal from this statement, Lucien found himself cumming a lot more than he had expected.
“Thank you so~ much, master!” she giggled, a bit dazed from the events that had unfolded.
Claire got up and went to the bathroom with her panties to clean up a bit. Lucien put on his boxers and sat down on the couch. A few minutes later, Claire returned, finding her master on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
“Can we drop the act? I think that’s been enough fun for a little bit.” he asked her.
“Yeah, I-I think so. I mostly did it for you, but that sex stuff… thank you for indulging me.”
“Oh, no problem. You did so much for me, and I enjoyed it too. But, uhh. About having children, would you ever… like to have one one day?”
“Oh!” she blushed. “I, I’m not sure. It could be nice, but with our current lifestyle, it’d be difficult. I think it’s a little too early anyway. We’re still in college after all.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Soma.” he let out a sigh. “I don’t really want to move into our room, I just kinda want to fall asleep here.”
“That sounds fine with me, Soph.”
They snuggled together on their couch, falling asleep in each other’s embrace after a long and interesting day, the results of a poorly done Genetics final long in the distance.