"...you okay?" The girl asked, leaning in a little, a look of concern across her cute face.

"I, uh... yeah. I... yeah." Jon shook himself out of his trance...

"You need any help bringing your bags in?" The girl asked cheerily.

"This... this is 316 right?"

The girl chuckled. "Yes, it is indeed. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh.. yeah. I guess I just thought "Alex" would have been a guy..."

"Well, you thought wrong..." The girl's expression turned into one of worry. "...does this mean the deal is off?"

"...no! of course not. I'd love to share a flat with you. I mean... if you're alright with that."

The girl giggled again. "Of course I'm alright. I mean your gender isn't a surprise to me... 2 Months! That's the deal!"

Jon couldn't believe it. He'd just arrived in Toronto, a whole new life ahead of him... and his flatmate was going to be a girl... an attractive, bubbly, young girl... in the same house... Maybe this was going to turn out better than he'd expected.

Jon heaved his baggage and entered the house, following the girl's lead. 'The Girl'...

"Hey, uh, what was your name again?"

"Just because my gender surprises you doesn't mean my name has changed..."

"Right. Alex."

"You can call me Alexis if it makes you feel more comfortable. But I like Alex more."

"Alex..."

She was pretty. She looked just a bit Asian. But what caught Jon's attention wasn't her ethnicity... it was her legs. She was wearing a hoodie so long that it covered up her shorts. But more exciting was the fact that her legs were encased in a wondrous tight black fabric... Matte black... and so incredibly soft...

"Your room is that one on the right. Mine's just past the toilet over there. I'm pretty sloppy with organization, so you can really just do whatever you want... Just leave my room to me, okay?" With a quick smile, Alex spun around and returned back to her room, black hair trailing behind her just as the door closed.

Jon blinked... shaking his head to clear his mind. He had luggage to unpack.

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The duo had kept to their respective rooms right until the doorbell rang - Pizza had arrived... or in other words, dinner.

Jon had changed out of his jeans to a more comfortable t-shirt and boxers combo, but Alex remained in her hoodie and (thank god) tights.

The two of them made casual conversation over pizza, exchanging small talk about whether or not there was any good coffee nearby, or whether the supermarket was too far away... And then before long... Alex was back in her room, and Jon was left to his own imaginations.

The next morning's breakfast was no different. Except Alex came out of her room in a sweater, shirt collar and cuffs peeking out, and a tartan mini-skirt... and of course - glorious black tights. Jon chided himself for gawking... and then engaged in mildly awkward banter.

This ritual went on for a week, with the duo only really 'hanging out' over meals. Jon was infatuated with her... but she seemed uninterested in carrying any conversation farther than an interview for a job at mcdonalds. She just seemed... distracted. Even so... she consistently turned up to mealtimes wearing black tights. He probably wondered at one point how many pairs she had to never have to wash them, but Jon probably ended up not caring.

Until lunch, exactly seven days after he'd arrived. He could have sworn he'd seen it... Alex was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt today, just a little looser than her other clothes. Of course she had her tights on as well. But as she got up to leave for school, Jon caught just a glimpse... A glimpse of matte black between the hem of her shirt and her shorts... and more importantly... a glimpse of the same matte black fabric around her wrist, just under the cuff of her shirt.

...was it a suit?

And as Alex left for school, Jon realised... he had to know.

But how was he to ask her? What, just go up to her 'Hey, is that a suit you're wearing? It really turns me on! *Slap*'

Jon slapped himself mentally.

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About an hour had passed since Alex had left. It took a while to build up to this. But Jon decided it was the best way to figure it out. He heaved a final sigh and turned the knob.

Jon stepped into Alex's room and found it to be surprisingly spartan... and small. It was much smaller than his room. There was nothing incriminating lying around.

His attentions turned to her wardrobe... Dare he?

The cupboard swung open before his conscience could catch up. And in the corner of the storage unit, was a shoebox. Jon would have ignored it... had it not been for slight spillage of pink lycra under the lid.

Jon opened the box and felt some carnal urge stir within him.

Inside the box was a sea of lycra, of varying colors and shine. Jon reached for the most attractive color he spotted - a brilliant hot pink - and pulled it out of the box. It unraveled itself, falling open in front of him: A leotard.

This was his chance... He'd fantasized of trying one on... so many pictures of women in the magical material... Jon had always wanted to try it for himself. But a guy couldn't just waltz into a dance studio and ask to buy a leotard... nor could he enter a sports shop to buy a women's swimsuit. He'd long given up on his fantasy... but today...

There was nothing to consider. Jon swiped the leotard and closed the box, returning the room to its original state. Now out of the room, Jon was dripping with anticipation. His heart hammering against his ribs and his pants barely able to contain him, Jon returned to his room, stripping as he did so.

He held the suit out in front of him. It was definitely too small... which was perfect. The suit had a simple tank-top straps and a scoop neck. Jon's feet entered the neck and pushed through their respective holes. Seated now, He pulled the leotard up past his knees, bringing the gusset up to his crotch. He grabbed at his member through the material, feeling the lycra wrap around his shaft...

'No. save it for later.' He thought. He pulled the suit tight against himself, tucking his appendage between his legs. With a swift tug, He pulled the tight leotard around his chest, slipping his arms through the arm holes, allowing the suit to settle around his body.

It... felt amazing. The tight compression of the suit... the caress of the soft material against his skin... no wonder girls wore tights all the time. Moving to the toilet, Jon reached down to stroke himself, imagining Alex wearing her black catsuit all the time... all the time he thought it was tights... all the time it was a catsuit... tightly wrapping her body... He could feel his arousal building... and then... the front door unlocked.

Jon panicked. Why hadn't he locked his room door? Alex was home! His clothes! They were strewn across the living room!

He didn't think. He dashed out of the toilet, grabbing his shirt and pants. Somehow he pulled them on just as the door swung open.

"Hey... uh... why're you just standing in the middle of the living room? How long have you been doing that?"

"I, uh... I was just... about to watch TV."

"...we don't have a TV."

"I mean... like... where we would put a TV if we were going to get one..."

"...okay. Anyway, I brought dinner home! I hope you like pasta!"

"Pasta's uh... Pasta's great! Thanks!" Jon shifted, feeling the lycra shift against his skin... the bagginess of his clothes served only to bring to his attention how tight the leotard was... "Alex, maybe I should just go change first."

"What for? you look fine! Come on! it's getting soggy!" Alex cracked open her tupperware and began eating.

Jon reluctantly did the same. As he sat down, his eyes glazed over for a moment as his member, pinned down by the suit, rubbed against the chair. He crossed his legs, feeling his appendage shift around between them...

Alex was making small talk. but Jon wasn't quite paying attention. Every so often he'd shift a little, feeling the material tickle him between the legs. It was probably his body warming up the suit or something but he just couldn't get over how tight it was. Each time it came to his attention, he could feel the blood rush between his legs. And... was the suit getting tighter?

Half of an awkward hour later, Alex retired to her room, and Jon, his. He shut the door and locked it. He was losing his mind - the suit was driving him nuts! With its incessant rubbing, the tightness of it all, he'd never had such a sustained arousal... but he needed release. He threw his baggy clothes off. Feeling the cold air across his second skin, Jon stretched, his shoulders pulling the suit's capsleeves and turtleneck up, stretching the torso and pulling the gusset of the suit tight against his crotch. He adjusted the suit's boyshort and... wait, what?

Jon felt at the suit again. Turtleneck? Capsleeve? Boyshort? Wasn't it just a tank leotard?

'Ooohhh my...' Jon felt it this time. He felt the suit shrink. He suddenly became aware of the fact that the suit was constantly shrinking, slowly but surely. It had gotten so tight since he'd first put it on... and... He looked at the suit's legs... sure enough, the legs were growing, creeping down his thigh. Jon's heart sank... The leotard... had no zip. It was neck entry... How was he going to take it off? He tugged at the suit's turtleneck. He felt something stir in his pelvic area... some deep seated fantasy of being trapped in a tight suit was being awoken... Jon tugged at the neckline, willing it to stretch enough for him to climb out of, but it was no use.

He tugged at the neckline once more, pulling as hard as he could, but his grip slipped and the fabric snapped back at his neck painfully. 'Ow! God Dam-' Jon stopped his rant mid-sentence...

"Hello?" he tested. Jon's stomach churned... the voice that came out of his mouth... was not his.

"What's going on?" he spoke again, his voice was significantly higher pitched...

Then realization dawned upon him. Jon reached to his crotch and gasped... his member... it was still there, but it was... tiny. It had shrunk to the size of half his thumb...

Was it actually happening? 'I must be dreaming... This must be a fantasy...'

Jon opened his wardrobe, getting at the full length mirror behind its door. His waist had shrunk, and his chest... was growing.

'oh my god, it's actually happening.' Jon reached between his legs... what was left of his appendage was shrinking fast now. He felt it pull into his body, only the tip peeking out, just barely. He became aware that his testicles had retreated into his body somewhere and his crotch had become flat... the suit had grown halfway down his thigh now, and the sleeves almost at his elbow. Jon tentatively reached down at his new... parts.

Bringing a finger down to her clit... Jon/Jana moaned, throwing her head back... As Jon, he'd only had 4,000 nerve endings across his sex. But as Jana, 8,000 nerve endings had rearranged themselves to bundle up at her clit... and each of those nerves spread deep within her body... every touch was twice as powerful as Jon had ever known... and such immense sensations were concentrated in the clit... only to spread itself out across her whole body.

Powered by the wearer's secretions, the suit had begun to change faster, shrinking around its victim, growing tighter and increasing its coverage. Jana continued to explore her new body, touching herself, stroking her lips... She wanted to know what it felt like to thrust her fingers within her... but the suit was far too tight for her to push in. Not that it mattered, for every few seconds she would 'accidentally' brush against her clit, (yeah, sure. accidentally.) and that was more than enough.

Before she realised, the suit had grown into a full catsuit, encapsulating her feet, but leaving her hands and head exposed. Jana was on her bed now, she ran her hands up and down her body... She was trapped... she was trapped in this tight pink catsuit... no way out... She moved to rub herself the right way. She was now fully a girl. Jon was no more. She pressed her love button and arched her back, her toes curling. But she stopped, it was too much. She was not used to this kind of sensitivity. She let go, hoping to catch a breather before trying again... but the suit did not. Her hands cleared her crotch, but the suit had plans of its own...

Suddenly, Jana was greeted with a rush of hot pink as the suit's fabric burst open around her neck, stretching up and past her face like an onion being peeled in reverse. With barely a sound, the pink fabric wrapped tightly around Jana's head, forming a perfect hood. The pink lycra covered her hands the same way, encasing the poor girl in seamless pink lycra. Jana opened her mouth to scream and the suit responded by filling her mouth. Jana's mind melted as the suit began vibrating between her legs, a foreign body beginning to grow into her. Jana wasn't even able to fight the presence as it expanded inside her. The feeling of a vibrating shaft forcing itself into her was unlike anything she'd ever known.

Her hands running across her hooded head, Jana collapsed on the floor, moaning inside her hood as the suit kept a firm grip on her clit, vibrating stronger and stronger, The shaft inside her churning violently... She bucked her hips to pull away from the over-stimulation but the suit was too tight. And then in one glorious moment, the suit reduced its size by almost half, squeezing the girl tightly. Jana felt the vibrations against her clit shake her entire nervous system, until she couldn't tell if it was the suit vibrating or her body.

She pulled away from the suit's crotch but it refused to leave her, vibrating relentlessly against her clit... and then she felt the vibrations spread to her muscles... as they began to contract pleasurably, almost in time with the vibrations. She arched her back and screamed in her head as she lost control over her body, her muscles contracting in a powerful orgasm... there was nothing she could do to fight it. She writhed as the orgasm began to fade. But just as she thought it was over, the vibrations sent her muscles into another wave of contraction... and then another... and then Jana gave up trying to fight it. She stopped trying to control her body... She came again... and again... and again...

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Jon opened his eyes... Was it all a dream? He could see, there was no pink haze... What time was it?

As Jana moved to get her bearings, she suddenly became aware of the tight pink fabric that surrounded her, wrapping tightly around her. And then it all came back. It was no dream. Jana stood, suddenly aware that the suit was not content with simply coating her body... The suit had a firm grip on her clit... and she swore it was vibrating ever so slightly... Anytime she tried to focus on any one thought, the vibrations seemed to intensify, pushing her focus aside. Jana cleared her mind. She was so turned on... the suit maintained a constant level of arousal... and it was so damned distracting.

Jana had to get it off.

She pulled at the neck, but got no result, as with before. Reaching into Jon's desk, she pulled out a pair of scissors. She fed the blade between her skin and the suit and cut... but it was no use. The fabric refused to be damaged.

Jana had no choice.

She stepped out of her room and crossed the living area. There was a moment's hesitation, and then...

*knockknockknock*

When the door opened, Alex's face changed.

"So you came into my room yesterday, didn't you..."

"You have to help me! I can't tak- uuhhhhhhhh" Jana fell to her knees as the suit buzzed angrily between her legs, preventing her from finishing the sentence. "The suit! It's Stuuuuhhhhhhhaaaaamygodd"

Alex laughed. "You can't talk about it... It knows."

"What do you mean? How do you know?"

Alex, who was wearing her hoodie and her tights, stroked Jana's cheeks, a look of sympathy on her face. And then she pulled her hoodie off.

Jana 's pussy fluttered to life - Alex stood before her, covered neck to feet in matte black - the same suit that Jana was trapped in.

"You... you..."

"It works best when you learn to enjoy it, love." With that, Alex brought a hand between her own legs. She pressed down on her clit, rolling her eyes and throwing her head back as she did so. At the same time, her suit's collar burst open, engulfing her head in matte black microfiber. The fabric around her wrists spread across her hands, forming tight gloves. Jana knew what was happening. It had happened to her last night... She watched as Alex writhed on the floor before her...

Jana bit her lip. And then she brought a hand down between her legs.