TF (TG, clothing)


“I should probably tell you,” Will said, lowering his voice as the waiter left, “that this is the first time I’ve ever done this.”

“You mean meeting a girl on a blind date?” asked Dara, her mouth crinkling in amusement. “Or meeting someone on Vennder? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t mean eating out at an Italian restaurant.”

“No, that I’ve done before,” grinned Will. He liked this woman. “But yeah, this is my first blind date. Plus you’re the first person I’ve met on Vennder.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Dara said. “Like using a Trust Machine. When was your first time?”

“Uh, about six months ago.”

“Mine too. So, you need two to use a Venn Machine. Girlfriend?”

Will winced. “Yeah, I was going out with someone and we would venn each other. She liked gender swapping at first. Then she began to get paranoid about it. Mostly, that I was prettier than her. And sexier than her. And, uh, more feminine than her. So, we split up. Two months ago, and I haven’t venned since. And, uh, I missed it.”

“I bet.” Dara speared a pillow of ravioli. “So you signed up for Vennder. The Tinder for people who like to transform. And that’s where you saw my profile.”

“You know it.” Will paused for a second. “I guess I didn’t want to try another woman who wanted to gender swap and might get jealous, the same way Amity did. I liked your picture, and, well, when I read your profile I thought we’d be perfect for each other. Although …” he lowered his voice again “… I’ve never worn someone before.”

By now Dara was grinning broadly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect thing in mind for you. Can I just ask, when you change, how … busty … do you like to be?”

“If you think I have fantasies about having torpedo tits, don’t worry, I don’t. Actually …”

“Torpedo tits!” Dara giggled. “I like that.”

Will pulled out his phone. “Actually, I have some photos of myself here. My other self.”

Dara flicked through the images, showing a blonde girl-next-door type grinning broadly in a bikini. She had a nice body, but not something that would make your eyes pop out. Perfect.

“So,” she said, handing back the phone, “you don’t mind if I make you about the same size and height as me?”

Will cast a critical eye over her. She had dark hair and hipster glasses, a face that was striking rather than beautiful, but her body was well built, the product of someone who liked the gym and yoga but wasn’t fanatical about them. “Of course not. So, hey, who was your Venn partner?”

“Well, it’s a story pretty similar to yours,” Dara said. “I had a couple of friends who were into Venning. They got me into it and we would be clothes for each other. I started out as a little black dress, progressed to underwear … black stockings …” She paused. “But I began to want to turn into other things. Things a little more extreme. And it turned out they were happy to be G-strings and the like, but … well, let’s say they don’t share my tastes. But I’m hoping you do.”

“Well, as I said, I’ve never worn anyone before. But yeah, I think what you have in mind would be really cool.”

“Perfect.” Dara placed her knife and fork across her empty plate. Will had finished long ago. “So, coffee and then a trip to the Venn Machines?”

“I’m willing,” Will said, turning to flag down the waiter. Dara winced at the bad pun, then grinned. She liked this guy. He was handsome, polite, had a similar sense of humour to hers.

She thought he’d make a great model.

*

“Here’s the plan,” Dara said as they walked across the road to the local shopping mall. “I don’t live far from here. I am willing to give you my keys so we can change each other, then you can try me on at my apartment.”

“Really? I hope you’ve made precautions,” Will said. “I mean, I’m a nice guy, but you can’t allow just anyone to have your keys.”

“Don’t worry, I trust you. Plus, you know those friends I mentioned before? They’re been sent your profile on Vennder and have strict instructions to call the cops if they don’t hear from me tomorrow morning by eight.”

“So, I’m guessing it’s an eight-hour transformation?”

“That seems about right for our first time, doesn’t it?”

“After two months of not transforming, I’d take eight minutes. Here we are!”

At eight in the evening there were still plenty of stores open. Dara and Will walked through the mall, commenting and making jokes about some of the store window displays. Dara had a fine sense of sarcasm that Will, a big Mystery Science Theater fan, appreciated. Will felt Dara take his arm; they’d only known each other a few hours but it already seemed perfectly natural to walk hand in hand.

Down a short escalator, past the food court, and there, in a little courtyard behind the ATMs, were the five Venn Machines. God, how he’d missed them. The sight of the booths, a faint green glow coming from their control panels, was reassuring. He’d be her again. Will had even been tempted to use a service he’d seen where a girl would Venn you for pay; then again, he’d also heard those girls were kind of flaky … No, being here, with someone who had become a friend — and could become something more — that seemed right.

Dara strode to the lockers, opening one and popping her bag inside. From a pocket she drew out a piece of paper. “Here, Will. These are my instructions. I want you to make me this. Please follow them exactly. It shouldn’t be difficult, the Venn Machine definitely knows what it is. But remember, you can’t take them into the booth, or they’ll get changed. Stash them in the locker. Then there’s also instructions on how to get to my place and what I want you to do there … oh, and how to get into me. Do you have anything for me?”

“Uh, I don’t have anything written down,” Will said. “Just … usually I’m blonde. I like long hair, red lipstick …”

“Pubes?”

“A little. Landing strip or postage stamp, take your pick. Just don’t make me bald.”

“Clothes?”

“Well, I like what you’re wearing. That kind of flowing top and black jeans.”

“Okay then. Stick your wallet in the locker.”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Don’t want my money to turn into something weird.” Will stowed away his phone and the contents of his pockets before programming the reopening number and then closing the locker. He turned to Dara. “Well, I guess that’s it.”

“Not quite.” Dara leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Will. Let’s do this!”

Will reciprocated with a kiss to Dara’s cheek. “Can’t wait.”

 

He fed a dollar into the Venn Machine’s slot and the screen on the front came to life, showing the duration control. Dara leaned over and selected a third of a day. And suddenly there were openings in the booth, openings that hadn’t actually opened, that were just … there.

With a final grin at each other the couple took their places in each side of the booth and the openings vanished again. Will found himself facing the interface screen. It seemed like an old friend he hadn’t seen for a long time.

“Dara, are you there?” he said out loud.

“I’m here,” Dara’s voice said. “Are you okay in there, Will?”

Okay? He felt wonderful. “I’m fine,” he said, and went to work on the interface screen, trying to recall all of Dara’s instructions. Latex, silicone inside and out, and …

“Chlorinated?”

“Uh-huh,” Dara’s voice said. “Makes it easier to get in and out. You’ll thank me for it.”

“You’ve worn this before.”

He could hear her grin in her voice. “I’ve been this before!”

As Dara had suggested, it wasn’t difficult to program her change. “Ready. How about you?”

“Ready too. I think you’ll enjoy this. At the count of three …”

They punched the green buttons and …

*

There was a kind of phenomenon, Will had read, where people imagined they could feel themselves being transformed. They couldn’t; as Will knew, the change was instantaneous. As it was now. He was different. His new body was lithe, clad in tight black jeans and a top and bra. He had long hair around his shoulders.

He? She. She had long hair.

Will laughed in delight, then grinned at the sound of her voice. She was a girl again! She jumped out of the booth, which had silently opened again. Then she sped to the other side to take out Dara.
Dara lay silently there. Black. Shiny. Crinkly to the touch. Will picked up the outfit and held it up. She quailed for a second at the thought of getting into such a tight thing. Then again, it had been Venned, so it was sure to fit her perfectly.

“You,” she whispered, “make a lovely catsuit, Dara.”

She would grab their things, then make her way to Dara’s apartment. She couldn’t wait to see what she looked like.

*

Not bad, Will thought as she twirled naked in front of Dara’s full-length mirror. Not bad at all. Dara had done a good job of capturing the kind of fresh-faced girl-next-door look she liked. Her hair was exactly the right shade of blonde, a pale straw, and her eyes were blue. She cupped her breasts, which were perfect; not too big, not too small. She admired her flat stomach and long legs. Oh yes, Dara had done a good job indeed.

She turned to the bed, where Dara was laid, spread out. Will stroked her for just a second. Having this woman here, now transformed into clothing, into a wonderfully sleek catsuit, was thrilling. Will felt conscious of taking care of her while she was so vulnerable. How much could she feel and hear as clothing? It didn’t really matter, she supposed.

“Hey Dara,” she said gently. “We’re gonna have some fun! I’m gonna put you on … as soon as I work out how …”

Oh, wait, Dara had written instructions for her. She fished them out of her pants.

“Hey Will,” they read. “If you’re reading this I guess I’m a catsuit again! Please put me on. I’m an entry neck catsuit. If you made me the right way I should be easy to get on …. easier, anyway. Go to my bedside table; there’s talcum powder on it. You’ll need to cover yourself in it before you get into me.”

Will picked up the talc and took it into the bathroom, where she liberally applied it on her skin until she looked like a ghost. Returning to the bedroom, she picked up Dara and scrunched her up, stretching the neck. Sitting on the bed — and worrying slightly about getting talc on the bed cover — she inserted her leg into the hole. Fishing around, she found the foot section and inserted her leg into it the best she could. Once that was done, she wriggled the catsuit up her leg.

Well! That looked pretty damn good! Will fit her other foot into the neck and similarly drew the latex up her other leg. She smoothed out the wrinkles, admiring how shapely and athletic her legs looked.

She wriggled the rest of the catsuit on, thrusting her arms down the sleeves, each popping out, the latex clinging to her arms. And the catsuit’s neck closed around hers. She smoothed out the wrinkles, then went to check herself out in the mirror.

Will gave a little gasp. The catsuit clung to every inch of her so tightly that she was in effect naked. She looked like she had been dipped into a bottle of ink. There was alight above her and she loved the way the latex reflected it.

I understand why Dara is into this, she thought.

But there were more instructions. One was to take a bottle of spray from the table and use it to make the catsuit even shinier. The next directed her to a box in the closet …

After shining her catsuit until she gleamed — well, the parts she could reach, anyway — Will pulled out the box. Inside were long boots, long shiny gloves, and a red and black latex corset. Will drew the boots on, tying up the long laces. They fit perfectly, of course, and the fact that they had high heels didn’t matter at all; she found herself tottering away with no problems at all. Thank heavens for Venn Machines, she thought.

Sitting on the bed, she wound the corset around herself, doing it up around the front. It pushed up her breasts and narrowed her waist. Finally she pulled on first one glove, then the other. They reached her elbows, and she realised the only part of her that wasn’t covered by latex was her head. She fluffed out her hair on the catsuit, then rushed over to the mirror.

Her reflection took her breath away. Now, Will wasn’t the kind of girl who looked at home in a fetish outfit. Which somehow had the effect — the shiny catsuit, the high heeled boots, the striped corset that accentuated her figure, the gloves — of making her look even more wicked.

“Girl, you are a total badass!” Will said as she admired herself. She tossed her head, the blonde hair settling around her shoulders.

Of course, this wasn’t just a catsuit she was wearing. It was a catsuit that was a transformed woman. A woman who was now an empty suit, a thin layer of shiny latex. A woman who was skin tight on Will’s body.

A woman who, even though they hadn’t met before tonight, was someone Will was rapidly falling for.

Trust Machines, they called them. Will remembered what the three spinning circles that were the emblem of Venn Machines stood for: people you trust, people who trusted you, people who were trustworthy. Well, Dara had put an awful lot of trust in Will tonight. She felt a burst of gratitude.

There was one more item on Dara’s list of instructions. Show me myself, it read.

Will went back to the bed. Dara’s video camera was already set up there. Switching it on, she threw herself face down on the bed, wiggling her latex-clad shiny ass at the lens. (She loved the way the tight latex pumped up her pert buttocks.)

“Hey Dara!” Will announced to the camera as she rolled over to face the camera. “Here I am … and here you are, too!” She lovingly traced her fingers over her latex-clad breasts. She did a little show, rubbing her curves over the catsuit surface. She played up to the lens, pouting her lips, blowing kisses, taking one latex-clad finger into her mouth and giving it a little suck.

“Dara, this is so fucking amazing. Thank you for this gift. I have a question for you, my dear — would you like to be girlfriend and boyfriend? Or, I guess I mean, girlfriends? Cause man, I feel like a woman! Seriously, I love being female, and I hope you love being a catsuit. Well, I guess you’ll tell me in the morning … wow, I hadn’t realised it was so late …”

The camera kept recording as Will, still in her catsuit, drifted off to sleep. The last thing she remembered was thinking she should ask Dara if the next time she did this, if Dara would mind having a couple of zippers …

*

Sun streamed through the window, and Will became aware of three things. First, she was back to being a he. Second, he was naked. And third, there was someone spooning behind him.

“Dara?” he said, covering himself as he rolled over.

“Morning, Will,” Dara grinned. “A bit late for that, isn’t it? I think it’s hard to be shy when I was covering all your body last night.”

“I guess you’re right,” Will said, kissing her gently on the forehead. She surprised him by pulling his face up to hers for a long kiss on the lips.

“I had a fantastic night,” Dara said. “It was all I wished for, and more. How was yours?”

“Amazing,” Will grinned.

“So you want to keep hooking up?”

“Hooking up? As … partners?”

“Amongst other things,” Dara said, pulling her shirt over her head.

Will smiled. “I hope you’ve called your friends, because this might take a while.”

“Texted them as soon as I had hands. Don’t worry, I gave you a very good review.”

She unhooked her bra. Will admired her breasts.

He took his hand away from his crotch. Not that it was doing a good job of hiding anything.

“Next time we Venn, would you mind having some zips?” Will asked.

“The next time I’m a catsuit, sure,” Dara said. She was now totally naked. “But the next time we Venn, I have something else in mind I want to be for you, pretty girl.”

“Like what?”

“Well … even seen a strap-on harness?” She hooked her leg over his body.

“But there’s only one of me.”

“Silly, what’s in the harness works both ways.”

“I like the way you think. Hey, it’s Saturday. Want to try that tonight?”

“Sure. But straight after this, I’m deleting my Vennder profile.”

“Mmm … me too. I think I’ve found my perfect match.”

And as Dara settled on top of him, Will thought: another great success for Vennder.