[TF - Skinsuits, MTF, Varied]
[CW: Temporary Personality Death/Suppression, Drunk Sex]

The manual said that Jim’s model of Custom Made Girl was a “natural” style and was “utterly undetectable” to other people. What Jim eventually figured out that meant was that there was no zippers, folds, flaps, or other ways one might normally climb into a full body costume. Instead, Jim had to use one of the “natural” openings in the skin to climb in. Which is why he had the girl’s skin facing away from him as he sat on his couch naked, her head tilted back and mouth stretched wide open.

He peered into the dark void of her skin. With no teeth or tongue to get in the way, it was a clear path all the way down her body. He lifted a leg, hesitating.

“Come on, don’t be a baby. You can do this. It’s just a costume, and the instructions say you can take it off any time. You spent two hundred dollars on this, you’re trying it on at least once.”

With his resolution vocalized, Jim thrust his leg down the inside of the warm and feminine skin. He hiked up the flesh like an awkward pair of pants, trying to pull it on like he had seen girlfriends in the past pull on their leggings.

The girl was clearly smaller than the average man. So much smaller that Jim felt as though his legs were being squeezed into oblivion by her own. But, it managed to stretch around him, and he finally fit his foot into the foot of the skin. Feeling each of his toes fitting into the skin was strange, the small suctioning pop as the air forced out and pulled his toes into the slight vacuum seal. He rolled the second leg up into the empty torso of the girl, pressing his foot directly into the corresponding appendage before extending his own leg down and letting the flesh unroll onto his own.

Jim stood and pulled the padded hips over his own. Her round cheeks were the first thing to be larger than his own but somehow he could still feel the material against his own rear. He reached back and cupped it. It felt perfectly round, giving under his fingers just like real flesh. Every sense was telling him it was a girl's body, but he could deny it was attached to his own. He had to manipulate his privates to sit neatly before he could pull up the front of the material. The intimate caress of the skin was present there as well for him, but to his surprise there was no bulging or any other sign he was hiding anything inside the suit.

Unnerved, he walked to the bathroom to see his reflection, see how actually realistic these changes were. He stood in front of the mirror, raising to the tips of his toes to see a glimpse of his hips and the dark dense black hair that curled wildly above his privates. He took a few steps back, managing to see his body better before he realized he had shrunk. Only his legs had shrunk, but he had lost a significant amount of height. Jim checked himself over worriedly. His upper body looked entirely normal, and his lower body looked entirely normal. The only strange thing was their size difference, one that the remainder of the undonned skin seemed to help hide.

Jim sighed. Finishing wearing the suit seemed like the best option. After all, that two hundred dollars he spent better be worth something. He shimmied the torso over his, tugging the mouth as though to encourage some strange humanoid snake to consume him. Every glance in the mirror, Jim found he was shorter again. He left the bathroom; it would be easier to deal with the progress all in one go he reasoned in his tipsy state.

He groaned as the skinsuit reached his chest, unveiling the large globes suspended on its front. Holding the girl in his hands previously, the breasts had seemed normal, perhaps even a tad bit small. Jim realized how mistaken he was. The breasts weren't small, the girl was. She was shaping up to be so small that what would be a modest bosom on another girl was ridiculously oversized on her.

Trying his best to ignore the large bouncing orbs before him was difficult -given how he could feel their every motion and each time they brushed against each other which was quite often given their intense swaying, Jim had gotten the over stretched maw of the girl to his shoulders. He raised his arms above his head and contorted himself just right so that he could pop his shoulders into the mouth and throat of the tiny girl around him. His arms hugged his torso inside the skin, and the tightness made it hard to feel himself, but he could still feel the sensations of the suit just perfectly. He forced his arms into the waiting sleeves, wriggling his fingers along each of their lengths to find their homes in each digit.

Jim reached forward to cup his chest with his newly feminized hands. His breasts - a strange concept the alcohol helped him ignore - weighed heavily in his grasp, and his delicate fingers with their pink painted tips sink into the warm flesh. He could barely cover himself to the decency a revealing bikini would allow, his palms struggling to hide his nipples.

All that was left was the head, a mask of sorts. Jim forced himself to let go of the suit's breasts - now his breasts - and turned his attention to the mouth around his own throat. He pushed from his mind the strangeness of that mental image, and pulled the girl’s mouth up his head, like a strange ski mask. Her lips seemed to latch onto his, and his ears fit neatly into her empty ear cavities. Jim stretched the top of her mouth the rest of the way over his own. The overstretched skin snapped into position on his face, and with minimal massaging he fit his nose into the small button nose of the girl. His eyes lined up, surprisingly controlling the skin’s eyelids with his own. The large and thick black eyelashes formed a blur around the edges of his vision. The last thing to do was adjust the wig, and get it to sit straight on his head and…

“Woah!” The girl standing inside Jim’s apartment staggered, leaning on the wall. “Huh? What? Like, why do I… I sound like such a girl!” The girl rubbed her temples. “Ok, calm down Vix, it’s just a bodysuit. Wait, what? Like, why’d I call myself Vix? That’s not my name! My name is Vixen!”

Vix stormed into the bathroom. She was short, far shorter than she remembered herself being. She held her forehead in her palm; no, she was always this short, and she’s been picked on her life, it’s not her fault she was only 4’ even. But...she remembered being taller earlier. She remembered that she was a guy - and it dawned on her how exclusively she considered herself female now, but she always did, but hadn’t before - and that guy was Jim, but she wasn’t that guy. That wouldn’t make sense. She was a Custom Made Girl, which meant she wasn’t a guy.

Climbing up on the sink counter and kneeling, Vix looked herself over. Her memories seemed to fill in the gaps, and while she knew what was different, she knew it had never been different at the same time. Any sign of a dick she might have once had - but she never had a dick, she reminded herself - and instead had the same puffy round lips she always had. Her G cup breasts heaved on her delicate and tiny frame, forming the top of her hourglass figure, with her radically slimmed waist and wide hips.

She leaned in to the mirror, staring at her face. It was the face of a pornstar, her lips clearly augmented to be much larger and appearing to always pout. She kept them closed, but found them parting open on their own. Her makeup was heavy, especially on her eyeshadow and eyeliner. Her lipstick was green, matching her eyes - though she swore she thought for a split second that her eyes were brown before - as well as the piercings on her nipples and clit. Those weren’t there before when she was putting on… Putting on what? She wasn’t wearing anything… but she remembered holding her tits a moment ago and there weren’t any piercings. She brushed back her perfectly straight black hair with a hand, spotting the long green nails on her fingers.

Everything about her appearance looked like she was made to suck and fuck, her body looking like a sexual fantasy. Rob’s fantasy, it dawned on her. The night before came back to her, with her helping Rob design her body. As much as that didn’t make sense, she knew it was the only thing that could explain the confusion she felt. She walked out to the living room, seeing the manual. It made sense, explaining what was going on to her, that she was a suit, and this former man - Jim - she was remember was the guy that climbed into her.

Vixen Allure struggled to focus though, her brain drifting back to Rob. She was his fantasy girl, and he ordered her. She was horny, why was she here and not playing with her man? She walked out of the apartment and down the hall. She knocked on Rob’s door stark naked - she was a nudist her entire life, she remembered - and smiled as he opened the door.

“Hey baby!” She excitedly leapt at Rob, her tiny body clinging to his shoulders. Her extreme chest pressed between them, obscuring some vision between the pair. “You ordered me, right? Here I am, for whatever you want to do!”